Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 June 1938 — Page 24
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By Clyde Lewis
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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES
FRIDAY, JUNE 10, 1938
With Major Hoople
1 SEE YOUR HAIR IS SINGEP —~TH' SHORT-CIRCUIT YOU HAD WHEN YOU THOUGHT UP THAT BRIGHT IDEA MUST HAVE BURNED OUT EVERY FUSE IN THE OLD POWER-HOUSE /
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THAT GLY DRIVES A MILK WAGON MORNIN'S AND HELL SWEAR SOMEBODY SQUEALED ON HIM = AND HIM RUNNIN' AROUND HERE WITH A PACK OF MILK TICKETS STICKIN' I\ OUT OF HIS POCKET!
YEH, AND HE'S TH Guy \ WHO'S BEEN YELLIN' TH' LOUDEST FER A SIXHOUR DAY, SO HE CAN TEND BAR IN A NIGHT CLUB! IF GUYS LIKE HIM KEEP GETTIN' OUR HOURS CUT DOWN, US
Joe Murray
By William Corcoran
CAST OF CHARACTERS JOE MURRAY—liked new places, new Jobs, new girls. HELEN—fell in love—hard—once. TERRY MALLOW — found love—and Kept it! Yesterday: Terry comes into Joe's life, - tells him she loves him, that he must not leave. Yet Joe cannot forget Helen, recalls one night with anguish that he really killed her!
CHAPTER TEN RS. MURRAY put down the iron and came over to Joe's chair and put her hand on his | head. drawing it against her side and holding it there. He was stiff and unbending, but she did not mind. She stood there, holding him. They were silent, mother and -son, but there was a current flowing through them, one to the other, a strong current. It could stand up and buck the tides of death and disaster. “Life goes on, Joe,” “It's got to go on.” Yen hi said. “I don't know | |Goo% why!” “It’s not for us to say.” She went back to the ironing. She began to put up the work for tonight. After a moment she said, “What about Terry Mallow, Joe?” “I don’t know.” “I want vou to be happy,” she | said. “You do whatever you think best. But don't let yourself be | forced into anything that's not to! your own unmistakable liking. | You're a man now, and you've got | to be strong.” And with that enigmatic advice the conversation ended. About Terry Mallow, as Joe insisted . . . he did not know! What would be the square thing, the fair | thing? He could not tell. His| thoughts were halting, but clear enough in his mind. She had needed him, still needed him to some degree—but did she need him as much as she dreamed, and was she mistaking simple need for the blinding demands of love? Suppose, in time, she met someone, someone for whom there was no immediate need, but only that passionate hunger called love? What would she do then?
” ” ” ERRY MALLOW herself knew all she cared to know. She was not drifting; she was working very determinedly around her objective, like a very busy lady spider weaving a myriad tenuous threads to hold it finally fast. No single thread was stronger than a puff of wind, but all together they were stronger than a hurricane. “Im so happy when you're around,” she might complacently tell him. There were no maidenly reserves, no alternating boldness and shyness; it was as if she had never heard of them. “I feel safe. GRIN AND BEAR IT Happy, darling?” — He smiled. “Of course.” Contentedly she sighed. “I'm glad. I never knew what it meant vo be happy. I don't ever want to forget .. over. And another tenuous would fasten itself upon him. He knew well that she was merely a child. That, in his own way, he saw clearly, with its implications. | That she was desperate for escape from the bondage of her former life. That in her gentle, disarming way she was utterly unscrupulous about anything she wanted very badly. That in her oblivious innocence she had differentiated between Tommy Withers and himself only at his own arrogant insistence. What if he had never interfered? He asked her. “But I could never love him like this, darling!” she said instantly. “He's not a man like you. You're a man, youre bigger in every way. He'd never have understood me the way you do. Nobody couid manage me like you. He was only another boy. You knew lcts of girls, cidn't you, before you met me?” And Joe thought: How childlike! And he thought: Childlike, my eye; | » is RC 2 Abed FofRier iy a it’s cunning as sin! And looking at | : h # 5 Te] 1) Lp 7 lH ; her, his patience expired, and he | a AL : , kissed the back of her neck, and | R Co o AR sea : i 7 75) ~ | 2% : . WANGLE., she quivered with laughter and | peice) Ne 4 » a i 17 Ng 2 ) , ¢ & squirmed around and threw her | / arms around him tightly.
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IVE BEEN OUTA WORK, AND I GOT A ) FAMILY= AND A HOME TO PAY FOR. MY WIFE'S MIGHTY STUCK ON THAT HOME, MR. TUBBS, AND THERE'S A MORTGAGE DUE ON THE FIRST.
(1 TOLD WIM YOU'D PAY
THAT'S WHERE WE OUT- | \T. I'S THAT OKAY?
SMARTED SLAUGHTER, PODNER. WE FIGURED HE WAS GOING TQ TRY TO BUMP j YOU OFF, AND WE WANTED TO GET THE GOODS ON HIM. HALLELUJAHW VOL.UNTEERED TO PRNE YOUR CAR FOR A BONUS OF $100.
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PRACTICALLY YEAH, BUT PUTTING LY ' EVERYTHING I'VE § THAT PHONEY FIRE : AT LEAST 3 DONE TONIGHT PLUG NEAR THOSE IVE HAD THAT HAS GONE HAY- PARKED CARS GOT SATISFACTION! WIRE ! 1 HIRED FRECK AND DOLORES A GUY TO HECKLE DREEM A COUPLE OF FRECKLES AND GOT TICKETS FROM A cor! PUNCHED IN THE NOSE FOR IT,
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" n = ND then, like as not, after an interval, a silent close interval, Joe would get abruptly to his feet out of her arms and say brusquely, “Come on. Let's get out of here. We'll go see a picture.” And obediently, with that curious blandly gay air, she would get her things and come along to see a picture. And she would behave herself pleasantly and decorously - until he bade her goodnight the last thing, and then she would hold him tightly and make him kiss her.
“Catch on? Carrying these papers we make ’em believe we're gainfully employed—not just vagrants!”
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the only woman Joe knew who could 7. 0D. CHERRY. resist the temptation to say, = 3 .
eventually, “Do you love me?” She never asked him that. There was art in all her innocent talk and chatter. She never men- pe 2 tioned Helen any more. She spoke = y N = only of joy and the future and never x z | of the past and sorrow and doubt. And she wove her dainty, tenuous, soft web steadily about him. It was Joe Murray who was weak, who had never been before, and who knew no way at all to understand it. Terry was waiting for Joe late one afternoon on the street corner where he dropped off the street car returning from work. “I've got to talk to you,” she said. “Before you come to the house again.” “What's up?” He led the way to a confectionery store, where he ordered sodas in a booth. “There was another home,” Terry told him. You?’ “Me and the family.” Joe glanced at her throat and neck where her white skin ran down inside the dress, and her eyes dropped as she read that glance. “They didn’t hit me,” she told him. “I stopped them. I scared them.” He grinned slowly. “Good for you, kid! How did you do it?” Her eyes pleaded. “I said you would come there and raise hell if they hit me again. “I said you would punch my father.” “You,” she said blandly
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“What was the fight about?” he | asked.
things. I told them they daren't hit me any more becausz you wouldn't stand for it.” He watched her shrewdly. that all you toed them?” “No,” she said in a low tone. “What else?”
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exploring the consequences of that.| It was a little difficult. “For Pete's sake, Terry! Me?” “Who else, darling? You're all I've got. And they're afraid of you. | They're afraid you will clip my father on the jaw.” Joe snorted and stared and sud-
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came all at once. “They saw me kissing you goodnight and they said About you. About me. I just couldn't endure it any more and I told them to go take a dive off the sidewalk. I told them they didn’t know Dewey got, batk from yete I told thy a lot of
She put oéut a scared. pleading hand. “I had to tell them, Joe. You don’t know. I ‘said we were going to be married. I had to say it or they'd have done worse things.”
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