Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 July 1939 — Page 14

PAGE 14 - . THE INDIANAPOLIS MME ad ec bi vn &) MOND AY, JULY 3 1939 SERIAL STORY— GRIN AND BEAR IT By Lichty| OUR BOARDING HOUSE With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY By Williams

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PUTTING ON A PENNY HMMM! ALVIN, MY LAD, THIS Z SLo8y yes GETING WRONG PERSON -~You Cr hoe SHOW IN GOAT-FACE S(HULT2'S IS A NAVAL HEADGEAR ITTLE DON'T SEE TH BIG BOSS HE'S S L Vv EAR AND JEALOUS, BUT HE PATTING HIM ON TH BACK= || MANY A By EDWIN RUTT CAST OF CHARACTERS

GARAGE, AN' CAN 1 YOU NEED A MILITARY CAP DESERVES IT--HE e FELLER BORROW THIS SWELL MAT FOR THE GENERAL [HAR-RuMPY f WON TH’ GAME AGIN VNOWS MEN 700 WELL: WHO FOR BOILER-HEAD® WHY NOT TAKE THAT PANCAKE GROWN SHOP MEN/ TOO MUCH MEAT IN) TOO THOUGHT ROYALTON AUGUSTUS HERRING— MASSACRE, AN' BOLER- EGAD ! THAT 1ST Just a guy with h rl T y a rif} ANI eh HEAD GETS SCALPED A A WHACKING IDEA f WHY NOT him her “ves” but she says he ought to be willing to gamble with the rest. And

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CROCKER TO WEAR WHEN MILLINERY YOUR AUNT MARTHA JZ HIS SUCCESS IN YOUNG A SAUSAGE > HE TAKES “THE PART WORE LAST EASTER? LIFES SURE NOW J. \ SihoRieNaRR as YT DNaN OF GENERAL CUSTER? PERIENCE, NOT Nia ER a i SS Es of Ne | FULL ] GOOD (ARE OF THE HAT {S——2> CAPTAIN TARR'S FINE BOAT AND Yesterday—The day of the golf match k 5X AND Se IT ISN'T 0 NET A HAND - « draws near and Royalton is afraid he P / ] 0R i HURT! ' 1

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CHAPTER TEN T was 11 o'clock and long since . : oF; : X the shadows had fallen over the £88 EF A Sy y N ; az Ne house of Ganning. Mr. Royalton ETE R 5a NN ! Augustus Herring was whispering : : Ro TRE Ft : - AN) NR into a delicate ear. oR NR SOREN

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in the museum. But I wouldn't Roy got up. “Then, light of my life, I must leave thee. The hour Fa FA - . has struck. I could do with a last x? - Ch 2 AEE. . Te Eph LI'L ABNER —By Al Capp

He got it without a struggle. “Whom PY yor wish to see?” LEAN Barbara rearranged her hair. Sud- OF COURSE ILL /~- KIN WAIT. . YY CBUT-# CAN FILUNLESS YOU MARRY] | Y-YO’ DONT NO’- i. r denly her arms went around him.|HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis MARRY YOU, N-NOTHIN' ARD LIKE. T* EQ HER BEFORE DAWN BREAKS -/M | |S'POSE WE CD WHERE 10 oor Coss baw FASTER” = s— YOU DARLINGY: | DO MORE'N JEST WAIT-- LOST-LIL ABNER-LOST | | FIND ANYRODY MY IMPATIENT IT.LIT ABNER \ EASTER”

“Oh, Roy!” oH ) . “Oh, darling!” ANY TIME!” JAN" WAIT--AN“(GULAP)-W-WAIT- FOREVER-THERE | | SILLY NOLGH PETS” TELL HER TOGO | Ceci pie. WHUT

“I'm betting on you.” , — = 20 ARE JUST A FEW NOW FASTER - She slid away, leaving Mr. Herring PANCING 7 7¢ _— 2) DO A in

A. BE IMPOSSIBLE - “gf FASTER, of a cloud. Then he crept through Re

WOULDNT IT? a certain window into the house and passed upstairs like a ghost. Mr. Wilfrid Peyton was sleeping the sleep of the just. He groaned as Roy switched on the light and shook him by the arm. “Gaw,” he murmured, rolling over. “I won't gaw,” said Roy. “Wake up! Something’s happened.” “Arf” Wilfrid said, awakening. py = : *“Wh-what—what’s happened?” ? N i pp rail “Ssh!” cautioned Roy. “You alive WEAR 4A now, Wilfrid?’ » at i OF “Um! Sure. Oh, it’s you, Her- / Li RE) is : -. ; 4 RED RYDER —By Fred Harman

ring.” AND NOW WE'LL FINIGH r A Y A TaaT's ME? FR Bonn Y G-GET A RAG.

MINUTES LEFT) FASTER - walking slowly along the downy edge S C Hoo L /

A “Listen,” said Roy. “Not a sound.| j . \ . # “AS Biot 1 Tnoufig Id nerier Tom Jo : : fio RYoeR JOB, BOYS Z BURN DOWN PLU < y A It isn't safe for you to sleep here, Sh OP RYDERS CABINS } RT R TM LOSIN’ bi — ZY 7 f r} L > (CO) bs, » RYDER? } 1107S OF BLOOD! Wilfrid sat up. “Not safe? What » : ; b . 7 AD Ba > are you talking about?” ava / “I heard in a roundabout way,” said Roy evenly, “that your brother Ronald is planning some act of personal violence on you tonight. Murder or something.” a i gens “Good God!” ejaculated Wilfrid, SS eT “Well, I'll lock my door.” “We gotta do all our jivin’ now, cat—as soon as the instructor gets eC # % back we'll hafta waltz.”

OY shook his head. “He might [FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia get in the window. You'll have | to sleep elsewhere, Wilfrid.” “But where?” alii “I've thought it all out,” Roy said swiftly. “There’s only one h SALE place. That's down in the muse- TON A) hil : - wu BEALE | "LOOK, NANCY -- BOY. y HEY !-- YA CAN'T

Wilfrid arose. “Well, if you think 2 5 » I'VE GOT A BIG SHOOT OFF

it’s best, Herring, it's okay by me. | That dirty louse is capable of any- | = OF FIRECRACKERS thing.” N THE “Exactly. You can’t be too care- | ful. Hark! What's that?” A heavy tread sounded in the hall. | “That’s him,” exclaimed Wilfred | in a hoarse whisper. “Hand me | that golf club, quick!” “Steady! That's only Mr. Gan- | ning going to his room. When he’s | out of the way, we'll sneak down.” | A few minutes later, with Roy’s | electric torch lighting the way, they ! § } : 8 ) stood in the abode of the skele- : SH _ QW ARE = dl ee. SNE tons. 4 \ i=, . a CY : : " i S: = 4 =] Wilfrid shivered. | b a A - = | “Here, what the devil's this for?” | NA WASHINGTON TUBBS II —By Crane demanded Wilfrid, as Roy was] \ g , he ; pushing things through the window. | \ sLAZES! ees ANOTHER J AND HE'S RIGHT HERE ) [ MUMS THE WORD, PODNER. AVE, BOUND FOR. \ SOUNDS LIKE AN INTERESTING WELL, THERE AINT NO RBOM . “Why would I want a banjo to- / Bi rgs ALL w ER IN SINGAPORE, TRYING || NOBODY MUST KNOW OUR SAMARANG, BAL\ VACATION, EH, LADDIE ? fe. YoU SLEEP ON DECK. night?” j 3 N\ ; HULA BELLES! TO ARRANGE PASSAGE | k BUSINESS. AND BORNEO, MATES, GOT A PASSENGER FOR 5 ; TR THE SAME AS WE a WITH A STOP AT URE WPPA-HULA, HE'S ENGAGED BO

“Thought you might play it if you ¢ ” tll A . got lonely,” said Roy. : g I 7 i AER HIPPA-HULA. /W TH CABINS. “Listen, I've got to get some sleep 2 \ RL A PD kT Vik ; , ; Tr ; erg

for this match.” “Well, you've a better chance of

getting it here than if Ron Were | SEestsNNN\ 3 FoR uw, AB 7 : cutting your throat upstairs.” TN NNN > Y 4 PE «“I—I guess so. But this place has 2 N \\ \ Po 4 3 A» & AGENCY got me jittery.” TAVERN \ : 2-3 / HW 7 A a A A Roy withdrew from the window| “I'm no judge of horseflesh. Let's ask the guy at the tireshop to x ! \v , and re-entered the house. Pro- look him over before we buy.” 0 \ 7 _

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7 i i HA room. Tiptoeing in, he aroused the i Wo youngster. CA VD) i “Got it?” he asked, in a low voice. -

“Sure. In the closet.” ST. AUGUSTINE, FLA., A : a i GOPR, 1939 BY NEA SER - i

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MI ee on Tg IN FOUNTAIN OF YouTH || | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS er A worried strain crept into =~ PARK, IS AN ANCIENT ~ 7 - . — - ; lh Billy's tone. “You think it'll be all BURIAL GROUND WHERE \ woe \ EZ Z eT Ha right about that ten bucks? If it ; ~_ _ MOURNING Hey. 7 2 i WoNDER Js BEEN SO isn’t, Baskerville might tell the old >; INDIAN WOMEN Bors Bry Prey BARD NEY A Z 2) THE WRONG DIRECTION / Aa man and Id get the devil. | cut THEIR REL NT AED, VOONSTCKET, [X a a aT “| HAIR AND HAVING THEIR y ~ « BE SO FAR 2 m ye ery . ; - = He went to the closet, removed a DROPPED IT & \) GAs STATION! suspicious-looking bundle gingerly ON THE GRAVES 2S 7K, J 4 and crept away with it down the| [i OF THEIR, w) gl ; > hall. é 8 # HUSBANDS / BS {; Td : R. RONALD PEYTON lay In| |BEE WHEN THE HAIR GREW . his bed. both hands at his TO WAIST LENGTH, THE i Q: sides. He had been told to go to] | WIDOW COULD MARRY T™ sleep and forget golf matches and he had done just that. It is a dead certainty that Mr. Peyton would have slept until the alarm spoke in the gray dawn, had . he not received what his subconscious brain diagnosed as a poke ! ’ : ~By Martin in the ribs. wo . _. A Ronald sat up, befuddled with . : JEPOERN Re SRR OE 3 \ ; a 1 IN slumber. As he did so he was dimly : { ov a AR ; y : AES BC aware of a crushing, mashing sound < (7 We SE Ce Eh Wi 9 NR at his side, then the soft closing of Y : : : . OER ww \F W'S | ; — BS SS a door. He started, and something y N : ; SOMEONE: ELSE ; YE FAX THAN

small and furious struck him between the eyes, something that whirred, stung and seemed to hang on, and a sharp pain stabbed him inte complete wakefulness. But before he could move there was another whirr. “Hey,” Ronald roared. “Ow! Ouch! a p \ or a X Z: ; 1 2 3 A oR \

My God, what is it?” He stumbled i \ WY 7 f bed and crashed against the NON ER \ chat : ’ J AN ol

chair. The .alarm clock rolled off DEVIL'S RIDING HORSE 2, A AR. = ks ya es : : onto the floor with a tinny bang. DEVIL'S DARNING NEEDLE 7 7,77 8 2) J/A%\ SR a 7 C 2 ox And then something bit Ronald in os, 3% 8 NEA stavce. WC 23 DEVIL'S COACH HORSE § LANE Lic : ; COPR. ER

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“Owee,” he screeched and > ’ ANSWER—AIl are insects. The devil's riding horse i th : g ho Ss a name . . — plunged across fhe room 0 | by which the pirate bug is called in the South, The devil's darning | | WELL MARGIE, YOUR BOY THERE-: | | TERRY BOGLE--GOOD!!--HE'S 4 ig HAPPIER THAN REY [SO HAPPY-THAT IT DONT | BACK WHERE | ¥ I'VE BYER BEEN IN x SEEM REAL: MAYBE TSA | MET YOU, MARGIE-

witch. As he went trea ating Ber ati] he needle is a popular name for dragon-flies, and the devil's coach horse DAY'S WORK 1S TERRY BOGLE--HE | | ONE OF THE HIGHEST QUALITY Things swarmed about his head, is a European beetle. OVER AND YOU'VE DONE ) AST ME IF I'D BOYS IN TOWN. WELL YOU FAVOR ALL MY LIFE DREAM-- MAYBE I'M GONNA \ THAT WAS A - erawisil through hic hair. And oC. FINE. WHAT ARE YOU STEP QUT TO A GOTTA EAT SUPPER AND : a 2 WAKE UP AND FIND MYSELF-- | DREAM---A BAD casionally, they took small nips at NN a GOING TO DO TONIGHT? } MOVIE WITH HIM GET PRETTIED UP IL gC of yy) REALLY BACK THERE -- DREAM. YOU'VE his person. 5 DRIVE YOU HOME So ; pz WHERE YOU MET ME WAKED UP NOW--In a panic Ronald switched on 3 i 15 Z| b 77, R WiATa REAL the lights. There on the bed lay LN TS} 3 § / E : : 1 i WHS REAL a hornets’ nest crushed into a § shapeless mass. Ronald's head felt twice its normal size and his Wrenching open the door, he

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