Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 October 1939 — Page 15

By JERRY BRONDFIELD

. T OF CHARACTERS i JOAN J SON—A mysterious coed girl of the Tech cambvus. KRITH RHODES—Tech’s star halfback, {headed for. All-America honors. DAN WEBBER — The blocking back, . elears Keith’s way; a steady, in“student.

Y¥ESTERDAY—Joan flies east fo see x father, teils him of Keith and Dan. isn’t sure. Her father surprises by telling her he has bough#* a potplant—the same firm Dan intends work for after graduation.

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‘What's he going to do? Is he ~ bright?” © She shook her head in despair. . It was always difficult to answer ‘when he machine-gunned questions He chewed his cigar vigorously. “Hmmm—and he doesn’t like you, he?” | She clutched his hand. “Pops, . youre not going to—I mean, just because he doesn’t like me, youre not - a on “Lord, no, child, I couldn't be that mean) Just thinking what he’ll do when he finds out who his new employer is. Pretty sensible boy, from what you say, though.” : t She told him the wholé\story, fr the time she first got the - rg until. she caught the plane . for New York. “But I think they like me much more now. Y'know I'm glad you insisted on me to a big co-ed school instead of some flouncy Miss Somebody-or-‘other's seminary. It’s worth some- ~ thing I missed when I was running around like mad a couple of years »

~ _ They went shopping and took in ‘a couple of shows before she board‘the return plane. She got back Be night, rather ‘late. She ‘hadn't given the girls much of a chance before she left so now they ‘plied her with questions from all

es. '§ “What was the big idea?” Elaine wanted to know. “What was sO ip t that yoy had to fly?” . 2 » = - CAROL WAS a little more dipfomatic. “I hope nothing was wrong at home,” she said. ' “Nope—nothing wrong at all Everything's fine,” she told them after e had unpacked and spra into a chair. “Just wanted to.gée dad for awhile.” ¥ It was simple enough, Marianne agreed as they prepared for bed, but Keith had seemed rather peeved when he came over and discovered she had left without calling him. “Oh, he'll get over it,” Joan prophesied. “Anything happen of real importance?” ~~ “8g Keith isn’t of real imporance «~—unquote.” : Joan heaved a pillow at her. “That isn’t what I mean, squirt, and you know it. C’mon, give out with some choice gossip. Or even plain news if that’s: all you have at the moment.”

ri So this boy Webber goas| fi Sa into the plant when he graduates, | § eh? Who promised him the job?

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rowin’ money from him for six months and he still comes back!”

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FLAPPER FANNY

“I want a bottle of champagne, 1914, and she'd like a cup of dated

coffee, October 6th.” By Sylvia

-= - Marianne grinned. “Well, then, ¢§ #8 reading from left to right. respectively, T flunked my economics, mid- © . term; Eddie Larson finally nted {his pin on Bonnie Harris and’ Dan’ ebber is definitely out of the; Uesne game Saturday. How's that?” | “Terrible. I knew you'd bust that | exam. I also knew that pin planting remony was due and I noticed on the sports pages that Dan would ~ be out.” “So youre reading the sports pages lately, eh? What're you doing | —clipping Keith's pictures for the family album?” . “Oh, go ’'way, squirt.” : - ‘Marianne grinned and ducked out. “Howdy, stranger,” Keith greeted jn history next morning. “I see you finally decided to drop in on us + again. When did you get in?” © “Late last night.” ** “Thanks for calling.” : “Honest, Keith, I was going to but it was much too late.” © “Considerate of you, anyway, to think of the hour.” : She turned to Dan. “How’s the hand? Sorry you'll be out of the game Saturday.” She seunded sincere and she was. He held it up for inspection. “If I had my way I'd be playing, but Slocum won't take a chance. But I guess they can get along without me for once, hey Keith?” To a certain degree; he was right. AN had too much for Duquesne. The line, led by Marty Gallagher and Joe Donchek, ripped gaping holes in the Duquesne forward wall and Keith and Johnny White ramthrough at will. E sn | JOAN LOOKED forward to seeing Reith that night. She was feeling \ at ease now that she had told | since there had been no parental / objections. Good old Pops . . . sure A ‘was a swell guy, letting her chart ; her ows course. But he was smart that way. He knew she'd arrive at her decision quicker that way. She put on a two-piece wine- _ colored velvet with while pique. She read the admiration in his eyes when Keith looked at her. ~ *Pretty slick tonight. And what “do you feel like doing?” p ~ “Oh—anything at all should be 3 nice.” she said as he helped her on = her coat. bright November moon shimred on the water and tossed. its ling reflection all the way across stream.

stopped the car at the dam, ded off the lights and turnedi the radio. - They broke in on! Dorsey’s theme song. Tm, getting . . . sentimental . over you . ..” pught it very apropos. But “Beautiful night, isn't it?” I know something still more al,” he said softly. “he whispered. “I've just 1 you this . . . I love you.” 8d her face with his two Ave never said that to a Dre, believe me; I haven’: id I mean if when I sdy it Joan . .. do you think you 2] sal me something like

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