Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 October 1938 — Page 14

PAGE 14 igi __ THE INDIANAPOLIS — ATURDA SERIAL STORY— HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis || OUR BOARDING HOUSE : With Major Faople : i :

I NEED SOME LEGAL ADVICE ,...1 A, SOME MONEY ON

A 4 . - HEM - HEM E MU RDER 1D GIVE $200 HALE OF x LOANED A BOY WELL, EGAD, THAT'S “TO GET IT BACKS THAT $200 You AD THEY WERE STOLEN CAN = STRANGE WE'VE, 1 PAID A GREAT 1S AS GOOD HE pase ME PAY rR THEM BE-~ Ss HED AS IN M FORE HE PRODUCES THE MONEY ( ) | EARCHED EVERY FRENCH ARTIST ¥ TO REDEEM THEM 7 OF COURSE : THEY WERE WORTH

CRACK AND CREVICE $ 500 0 MAKE POCKET, MORE THAN) THE LOAN = BUT DON'T ANSWER THAT

: A IN THIS ROOM IT SPECAL FOR me fm i : AND WE CANT “IT WAS SUCH um HOW Mich

FIND THE SLIGHT- A PERFECT MATH EST TRACE OF NOBODY KNEW 1 WORE By NARD JONES 0 Ee h GLASS BYE THAT EYE wana YOU $200 1'LL PAY CASH CAST OF CHARACTERS i MYRNA DOMBEY—heroine. Wife of : SAY IT WAS A ON THE DOT TO the sensational swing band leader. 4 ii VERY VALUABLE GET IT BACK wn ROBERT TAIT—hero, Newspaper pho- / LASS EYE? 1'LL GWE YOU MY PHONE

tographer—detective. ANNE LESTER—Myrna’s closest L iy / : NUMBER / : AV NER 2 ; 2

. DANNIE FEELEY—officer assigned to

investigate Ludden Dombey’s murder. pani 1} V

Yesterday: Myrna and Bob agree to discharge Rogers from managership of the band in order to obtain the records.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Wat Myrna’s check and the : note to Rogers, Tait imme-

diately sought the manager of The Swingateers. As Myrna had intimated, it was going to be an unpleasant business — yet Tait found himself looking forward to

it with a certain relish. - “My client is suing because the railroad killed 24 of his hogs. He announced himself through Think of it! i 19 the lobby telephone in Rogers’ 9 Twice as many as are in this jury box!” . s apartment building and was told o : y : . 5 to cine to the room. There Hor FLAPPER FANNY : By Sylvia : : : —By Al Capp ris Rogers met him with a wide rE a , > 3 il . : a Z = - I & ee Tab 1 moss yout Il 2 7 | es SE BRR Lon hs me come to tell me that you've been 8 THE COUN & HEADSTRONG EXPRESSION=-- SIR--You NOTH! Grr - thinking over what I said.” 5 ; yy nS THE SAME -~ONLY . LOOK Lk---| r“/ MUST BE “I have been thinking it over,” Ey ARS SII _ 57 7 OMEHOW-DIFFERENT-- SHALL | /\ LOSING MY MIND=-+ Tait admitted. , : EBA Z 7 \ STOP? r{ /7_ CANNOT BE-~ “And youre going to take my fT CAN, advice, I hope?” Tait shook his head. “I'm afraid not, Rogers.” He reached into his pocket and brought out Myrna'’s note. Rogers colored when he saw the check, and he did not really|} need the note to tell him what had happened. “You can’t do this, Tait,” he said. “I'm not doing it. Mrs. Dombey is doing it, and I'm simply carrying out her orders.” “But you were the one who sug- : gested it to her,” Rogers said. " oy shrugged. “I won't deny J NANCY : : —By Bushmiller PEE : =< TSK TSK---- GUESS ; : Zz THERE WASN'T ANY" . ARRIS ROGERS took a step] PP I CAN'T OBEY D' RULES | E WASN'T ANY SUN TODAY : a: ’ 0) AND SLUGGO |S BEHIND forward. He was beside him- -] OF CRN. Boon 1 > om IN HIS SHADOW 2 > : eZ BOXIN'

fool. If you know what's good for un : 2 NANCY.

you, Tait, you'll get out of here right H WHAT ON now. Without me as a manager, EARTH ARE the band hasn't got a chance—and = 5 [SN oe YOU DOING if Myrna insists on going through : with this I'll blow things higher

than a kite by telling what I know | 4 =X / I \ pe 3

about Lud Dombey.” : - : “It probably won't help any,” Tait| “The school’s on fire? Well, you're about 40 minutes too late. I can’t

said evenly, “but on the day you do| do anything about it now—I already got my homework for tomorrow.”

that I'm going to take you apart. now let’s have those records.” GRIN AND BEAR IT

“1 refuse.” Rogers came closer. shoved his outstretched fingers tle / against Tait’s shoulder. “Get out, | : zx ; : a THE GIRL. VE you cheap snapshot artist!” 2 COME! THANK [JUST PRETEND | CAROL! you LOVES, OLD WASWIE HAS FLOWN TO PANA- 4 EXPLAIN THINGS, CAROL— Ns oon) GOT ROL: er

Bob Tait lost control of his tem- > i ] 2 sgh) / fied Paes / per. He swung at Rogers and, in| i , SA 3 : ZUELA, BEATING CAROL'S SHIP BY HOURS. h YOU GOTTA LISTEN SEE HIN ‘ ; i : 0BOY ! : ; To ME! ESCORT! Bt Lae As i WAIT, DARLING, WAIT

self with rage. “Youre being a a : .

his sudden rage, missed wide. Then $ vy Rogers struck him hard against the % proses 5 As WON'T SHE BE side of the head. When Tait’s vi- ; 3 ys : = SURPRISED! sion cleared he saw Rogers standing E) at the other side of the room, the fireplace tongs lifted high. Tait leaned heavily on a writing desk chair, as if to gain his bearings. He half turned toward the door. Then he whirled back again suddenly. The chair lifted with the gesture, went crashing across the room and into Harris Rogers. Tait followed it, literally hurling him-| self after it. Rogers had no chance, to use his weapon, for Tait clipped |

him hard on the jaw. So hard that AN} sop Ro 5 : Rogers’ knees buckled slowly and F 2 iy = 4 IE = : ; he slid down on the hearth. ) Ba g “37! p ~~ Ye . rr - a The newspaper photographer y , DONT : F Cd CP 2 summoned a bell boy by phone va ; 8 £ 4 Si and prepared him for the sight of : i 3 a x | SW 2 ky 7 the unconscious Rogers by means 2 Now 4 >. WR . DIO HE? | WON'T : 7 Z, jit of a $10 bill. “Mr. Rogers and I 1 1} ! EY d28 11371. [RR ” . = A FooTBALL 7 / had a little argument,” Tait grinned. i a 2 a > ON i . AY 2A V a “about some files of his that I was Wl Y OR Bh. NY NN \ : . l 5 : AZ 272 \Z re) id / supposed to take over. I want you 0 9 Te ; TiN : } NW z 7 717 = MY) 7 / 27%.) 0} 7 to help me down to the car with tf) 00 Bi IREOR BS.) 3 3 = IA £0 be ge // J Yo > ; =i

these.” | The boy looked dubiously at the

stricken Rogers and then at the heavy file boxes. “I don't want to — J

gE Sn Any hui Bw) Cr rE “Look here.” From the floor Tait prod = Unlich Toi Lo |__——mm [ll ll AEE

Pl bell il “Yowll have to excuse the wife’s cocktails, Boss—her mother never a - & LS vnc Mn whe, MYRA NORTH, SPECIAL NURSE

'—By Thompson and Coll

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2 ” ” s y * ope > = Yo [54 the hen, Myre THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson JEEM- I EXPECTING A LEETLE = SH THEN OFFICIALLY OH, OKAY, WHITEY- HERE'S YOUR : a= ® ANY, I WANT YOU BOYS SHOULD = : THAT FENCE IS DUMMY PACKAGE OF BILLS" changed. “That's the dame who — SET UP YOUR ARTILLERY DOWN BY r, Tih oY ACTUALLY IN U.S. GET _AND THIS TIME YOU'RE Fe <IWI > z THE CORRAL FENCE. LET NO ONE TERRITORY, EH 2 married the tom of the swing cats— OF NEW » = CROSS THE LINE BUT THAT 7 : the night he was bumped off! Boy,| “ax. W IAD, it was a shame, killing that guy. ) Nobdy could give it owt Mike him| Soo HAT . . 1 / Wr 2 hii ; is ove- JE nm. 7/ en he was in the groove, he was SCT © N72 A 224 strictly ding-dong, that guy.” AS NRW 0242 “I gather,” mentioned Tait, “that 5h 2 you're a swing fan.” = The young man grinned proudly. “I'm a rug cutter and wax groover, if I do say it myself.” 4 XS NRA “Then to help out Mrs. Dombey 4 , > NN \\ A \ 8 LT EAL Vii you'll give me a lift here, won't / 3 Nn 4 i f= you?” JOAN No eee The boy's voice sank to a whisper. Ry W A Ep pla “Sure. I never liked that guy Rog- y ID BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

ers, anyhow.” He stopped, gazed ; Si ! RUN wou open-mouth at Rogers. “I hope he : Re py i 2 nd y : [2 SAY don’t come to before I get out of NEP. 4 SUR i (XE met RRNoY WMROE : Dn es A LAM Sana S50 MUCH Bo. ; RRR y 2, WHAT A CROWD we = SLAM BAMEETH WALK RIGHT DOWN || OF YOURSELF - 1 Wo dae” Tels otmtsert, 7 Ca RE THOUSANDS | NNEARLY | SEa=] | THROVGW TR’ WHOLE DAO-" SAW HM FIRST pretend you just came up to see WR A x ER tor. |. : Aer what the racket was.” Ca A, Sv EU MRE STA Vere |: ; BIE! “You sure you didn’t hit him with 3 2 PANN aot Fo anything? I don’t want to get mixed up in any mess. This is a pretty good job.” Tait laughed. “I just hung some knuckles on him. - He’s not in very good condition. Come on, let's get busy.” The two of them were able to get the record files into the back compartment of the coupe in one trip. SS Thanks a ot, fellah,” said Tait. el LER AR ute : ‘vd like ve you another 10-| | q CA IRAN An AN ’ 3 3 ee : Ee go na Be Sr ; . a Loree =X ‘a RA 7 8 L Rl { L COPR. 1938 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. lately.” p \ : ; ABBIE AN' SLATS —By Raeburn Van Buren “That’s okay. I'd do anything ZN . that would help the girl who mar- v d THREEAM. Pla WHEREVER a BE ALL RIGHT. SURE --IT ISN'TAS IF SLATS

ried Lud Dombey. If she was all right with him, she's all right with | ol \SNT, e.” i , ee - vs i : SLATS IS/ BUT | CAN'T KT SELF RELIANT — HE records Tait took immedi- 3 BD asT / \ Aly, 100 ately to headquarters, and 5 a He when Feeley saw him staggering in (Delilah) called for a man, and she caused him to : with them the Irishman was open- shave off the seven locks of his head.” Southen. “What's all this?” he emanded. ever get that idea. Shut that door, meal but whose flower bill, wi SE sad lg I'm the new and lets get into some of this stuff. got to be Ludden Se ¥en he ger 0 ud Dombey’s band, |I doubt if it helps us a bit, but I'm| “Look at this now will ou?” and I bi Just taken over the records getting jittery.” Dannie Feeley said “Two pitas fom Year ops ae Was 8 Title Fo haw of eke eels and |and ten dollars. for flowers in the | something in these that Rogers|The tr It a ry hah ot ty ney on didn’t tell you. And say, Dannie, |glomerate story that they told—the| Dor ee he Re yon wed thanks og 5 being easy on Myrna.” ome of a small-town musician who | :

her?” roared . .