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28,1939

By Williams

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By Lichty ~ With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY

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+ Joan of

Arkansas

By JERRY BRONDFIELD

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN JOHNSON—A mysterious coed, glamour girl of the Tech campus. . KEITH ODES—Tech's star fullback, headed fof All-America honors. DAN WEBBER—The blocking back who elears Keith's way; a steady, industrious " fudent, ; YESTERDAY: Webber finds it is not easy to forget that kiss, although he can see why Joan is attracted to Keith. Dan breaks a bone in his hand in practice. Joan is worried, calls the Gamma house. Unable to get Keith, she asks for Dan.

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IT WAS A couple of minutes before Dan came to the phone. .During that time she wondered what she was going fo say to him, Then his voice at the other end’ of the wire. “Hello?” “Hello, Dan, this is son...” : She paused to try to figure his reaction. She was positive he was \surprised almost to the point of being shocked because he didn't answer immediately. “Well, have you lost your tongue or aren't the Webbers and the Johnsons speaking these days?” she inquired somewhat impatiently. “Oh . . . hello,” his voice came back. “I just wasn’t prepared to hear your voice.” And then in a more brusque tone: “Anything I can do for you?” 1 “Truth of the matter is,” she confessed, “I was calling Keith. But "He wasn't in, so I thought I'd ask how your hand was, We heard about it over the radio.” ; “Oh . .. nice of you. Guess it'll heal up-in good shape. Ought to be okay for the Pitt game.” Late that night she decided she was going home for a couple of days. It was a long "time since she hid seen her father. And she felt she needed him just then. She was getting that mixed-up feeling again. Maybe he could straighten her out. She buried her head in the pillow as the tears came to her eyes. She needed him to reassure her, She would leave tomorrow. It came as a surprise to the girls at lunch the next day. “I'm going to take a plane,” she told them. “Don’t know when I'll be back. Maybe Thursday . . .’maybe Friday . . . maybe—oh, I don't know when. ..."” On the plane the stewardness brought her a magazine and for the first time that week she felt able to concentrate. Not once did Keith's smiling face rise up before her. Nor, for that matter, did the memory of Dan Webber, bitter and reproachful, the night she virtually accused him of spying. = ” ® " IT WAS 4in the afternoon when they settled down at Newark airport. Thousands of people were streaming from their offices when she arrived at a huge building in midtown New York. She took the elevator up to the 22d floor and two minutes later shie was flying into her father’s arms. J. G. Johnson was a tall, powerfully built man with iron-gray hair. His face was that of a fighter—of a man who always got what he wanted. But his face grew soft when he held her close. “Gee, but it's swell to see you again,” she whispered. ; “Okay . . . okay,” he replied “Let's have it. You wouldn't be popping in here on me for nothing.” He held her off at arm’s length for a moment. *Wait—better yet,” he continued. “Let's have dinner first and then go back t6 the house and talk there. We'll take off our shoes and have a real, old-fashioned lazy night at home. How about it?” It sounded perfect to her. Three hours later she was stretched lazily in his luxuriant apartment. She leaned back in a soft ' chair and kicked off her shoes. . “Same ald Pops.” She got up and eurled- up on the sofa beside him.

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Joan, John-

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admitted her interest in him, confessed further that it might be love. “I=I just don’t know. It's funny, Pops. I always thought I'd know it when the real thing came along. Do you think this could be it. without it smacking me square between the eyes?” - He patted her hand. “Your mother would have been able to give you much better advice than I can. So I'm just going to stick

to the rules we've been using for |

the last couple of years—yeou know what you want and what's best for you. But always remember—I'm in your corner. All the way.” “Thanks, Pops. That really helps.” Then she frowned. “Keith seems so swell until I start thinking about his irresponsibility. Just as I told you, Pops, he's going to have an awful time getting down to earth once his football days are over.” . She clasped her knees in her hands. “He's nothing at all like Dan.” “Eh? Dan?‘ Who's he?” What's he got to do with all this?” ” ” 2

{ SHE GLANCED UP, startled that she had involuntarily slipped into a sort of reverie. . “Oh, Dan. He's Keith's roommate.” She told ¢ him all about Webber—and how they didn’t get aiong so well. How he Seemed to resent her, so. J. G. shifted the cigar in his mouth and looked down at his daughter somewhat sharply. “Well, this is interesting. Tell me more about this boy. Can't imagine anyone not liking my little girl. Must be off-center. Must be, eh?” “Honest, Pops, he's so serleus about things he scares me.” J. G.’s voice hoomed. “Too serious, hey? What's this young man doing besides playing football? Don’t

tell me he’s studying archeology or|

something.” “Almost as stuffy,” she replied. “Ceramic engineering. Can you imagine?” “Eh, whats that? Ceramic engineering? . Say, npw, there isn't a thing y about that. Getting into the business myself these days. J bought the controlling shares in“the biggest pottery plant in the midwest. Big industry. Going strong, too.” Her eyes opened in surprise. “You bought a pottery plant?” “Don’t know much about it. My attorneys handled most of the details of course. Known as— let's

see now—oh, yes—Acme Pottery na; got sin-cho-na

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