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SERIAL STORY — | GRIN AND OUR BOARDING HOUSE With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY By Williams uae eT | £7 FAW/E YOU NETTLEUEADS : 8 OM, THIS? WHY, OM, NOTHIN’ MUCH + | S a t Cl BE ARE CRITICIZING THE WORK WERE Ji8 CLEANN ONLY TAL, ee nia aus OF PRAXITELES, MASTER OF UP AROUND OUR INTEREST) y > CLUB MOUBE 8 BEE HOW DEEP TUE GREEK SCULPTORS IN THE } ; BEE WO Inet Brown HAR=RUMPH/? THE OWNER OF { A GNOW THIS RARE VENUS Aan MR, Z MAN By MILDRED GILMAN | | GWINBURNE. VAN DYKE www JZ E ALVIN GASH ‘OF CHARACYERS | : aN 0 HAS HAD IT INSURED FOR ) 5 1 BROUGHT CAST OF CHARACT RA We : We; | 1] $10,000» AND 16 LEAVING * : , SANTA CLAUS BROWN — beloved | |} LR \ s ih IT HERE WITH US ONLY UNTIL BI] ) teacher. | BE pe 1 A \ - 2 \j | ’ Z JERRY DONALDSON—pampered son | |. hi x : FS | PURCHASER. of the city's richest merchant. ! BETTY CARTER-awaits the coming of Santa Claus, CHAPTER ONE tened gaily with Christmas cheer. Festoons of holly were strung across the center of the street and lighted trees blazed along the walks. The snow was falling gently, whirling into soft white drifts. Street lights town was Southbury’s main depart- | ment store, Donaldson's Palais] Royale, its glittering windows filled with toys and games and Christmas trimmings. iE The snow shovelers began to Wag

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cept one—a young man with an “ewand we'll show him the pictures when he grows up so he'll earnest, intelligent face, who went | appreciate all the trouble we've gone to, raising him!” | right on with his work. Jim Car-| eset

ter had but one purpose in mind | HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis

—t0 shovel snow untii he had]

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was only 5:30 . . . he could shovel| A i | nr . MULA FO / : for hours, and hours. B 2 i 1 - " “ea “KA wasINETS -- DECIDED 70 DESTROY His comrades called to him. i i i / 1 INV % 2 rr “Come on, knock off for the day, ! 3} 7/4 re 7 MACHING di RA Jim. ’s ‘Chris ’ 4 7 “I'll be along in a little while,”} he answered, as the others slung | their shovels over their shoulders | and trudged off toward home, Jim Jarter stood for a moment | before Donaldson's department store and gazed at its toy-filled windows He found himself picking things out for his Pete, and Joe, and little Betty, impossible things with high price tags, that a man shoveling snow at 40 cents an hour can only ha Cope 1930 by United Feature Byndicate, The 100k at, never buy. | ; . et buon And then suddenly he saw Betty, | i hn “| RED RYDER his 6-year-old daughter, skipping up | » i = i] . the street with a group of play-| | IX ~~ NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW WHO BETTER PLAY YOUR Y BUT FOLKS THINK WHATS THAT? mates. He turned away and bent | \ PULLED THAT STAGE HOLDUP AND V7 NN 5 A CARDS CLOSE TO DIFFERENT NOW BOME BODY'S ON THE | over his work so that she would | \ | _ (ROBBED WITHERS | WEVE BEEN PRETTY ) Pa YOUR VEST, LUCKY! ( THAT I'M BLILDIN not see him, but he watched them | \ — . 3 SLICIK, SE - os OUR REPUTATION TH NEW 8CHOOL out of the corner of his eye as they | — AN SHARC R nA AIN'T ANY TOO GOOD — all trooped into the big store. : 4 3 “ a == . f AROUND HERE / py ly b & ; x ) : /, / \{ g, rer. a NY ) 77 Ps ETTY AND HER friends FN : ’ ; i G77 BUT NOT SLICK | , as © > A», » hastened to the toy department \ ” Pe ENOUGH, LUCKY.” / hs . J 4 rs ns SN r 7 y inside Donaldson's Palais Royale. NN VaY ¢ / ; : A a THANKS FOR THE oo Poa . FF % NZ \ eC i To them it was fairviand; they stood << _— | : ; N SY UNFORMATION / 7g SEE VV 7 - 7, wide-eyed with awe and wonder. NN pa 3 a. er Then one of them shouted. | oN I BN Ra ; “There's Sant Claus own!” | BRT 12 a SW SERRE rh iy ag BD { “15 coPR. 1939 BY NEA SERVICE. ING. L M. REG. U.S. PAT. OFF. jolly Santa who sat enthroned | “I've seen thish picture—it'sh lousy!”

among the wonders of the toy de-| ———— Part ; | FLAPPER FANNY

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“Time to quit, Santa Claus Brown

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night \ \ NN SNE your own Christmas.” ui | ND NAR \ NG OUR TEACHER IS A PAIN IN THERE TILL YOU TELL ME ve Brown ny even hear him. \ \ \ RO, WONDERFUL ? THE NECK? / , oie] WHAT YOU WERE e was smiling at the children. NN \/ , spam ’ FIGHTING Betty asked him earnestly: Ea NN : i : TH #2 : ) ABOL - 9 ‘Are you the real Santa Claus, 3 =: — 0 . v7 5 D v2, BY aa 1 Sant Claus Brown? Are the others just phonies? Gosh, you look like Santa Claus. Or—are you just working for the real Santa | Claus?” Some of the children snickered, but Brown smiled down at her and answered seriously: | “If you believe in me hard enough, I'm Santa Claus, Betty. If you believe hard enough you'll get | /) h OAR ; what you want. What do vou want. || / \ JRE NINES => , SDB, ! s = pa Betty?” om bh 2W PATER Ne : SS AEE e183 ¥ a pa rn “I want a doll carriage for my- J \ A 0 ; g ill bv oo WASHINGTON TUBBS Ii By Cram

self, and a sled for Pete and a tool set for Joe,” the ‘child answered, |——o Tg vv EET) i : ) STOP YOUR VOWLNG J [17% 90 WONDERFUL OF 7 YHE DEAR SWEET) [THAT'S SPLENDID! SPLENDID! OM, VES INDEED, YOU SEE, NOW THAT LINK

Mr. Donaldson, proprietor of the 5 ALAS! / : store, approached Santa Claus ) , DOOMED / AND LEAVE {7 YO ME YOU TO WANT TO MARRY / BOY: I FEEL THAT WASHLL BE MIGHTY RELIEVED LOST Wis MIND AND (J Brown ai . THAT WOMAN'S dD LINK EVEN AFTER HE'S [ WE WiLL NEED A TO LEARN THAT YOU'RE Al» HE BURIED WS MONEY, SOMEBODY WiLL “Brown, could you do ‘me & big A CINCH TO ™ = LOST WIE MIND HOME AND LOVING TUALLY GONG THRU WITH TO TAKE CARE OF WIM. WASH WAS AFRAID favor?” Donaldson's tone was a ~ ~ i OE ae M2. command. “Work a little later to- { ih ¢ = J RAR night? The wife has a party—her ne fifi iN fi BE TOO GREAT idea. They want you to put on an | : . k act for the youngsters. Ten dollars extra. Guess you can use it this time of year—eh?”

He slapped a condescending hand WP ES on Brown's shoulder | .

“After all, old fellow, you are hye [ 4 Santa Claus. Every youngster in| “Let's try this store's Santa Claus. The one down the street forgot

this town believes in vou, You've] half the things I asked him for last year.”

HE'D BE STUCK RELIEVED?

been Santa Slaus for almost 20| wwe ~iin — SE ET years—ever since you first came in| THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson and asked for the job, with that| SF 3 #.-"COPR, 1939 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. —— little girl of yours riding piggy-| > hewn ror back. Where is that daughter of yours now, Brown?” { Santa's smile disappeared. Every-| one in town kept asking him,]| “Where is that daughter of yours?” | PROTECT None of them realized how cruel the| =j THEMSELVES FROM OON'T ous doing very well inl 4 COYOTES KNOW WHAT : k : | 7A. AT ALL) OE Tie ad | HH BY PAVING ¥ wr == TO, ADVISE BN [= > 2 New York,” he answered politely. | . evil, | d = / y THE ROADWAYS : . | , = You TO 00!

“Children should av > | 1 hou have enough TO THER. DENS

respect for their parents to come] home once in a while.” Donaldson | WITH CLUSTERS OF SPINE.

was unsympathetic. Then he beamed with pride. “My son's coming back| £3 COVERED 7 from college on the 6:10. Fine boy. COAL TUS. Won't take over the business, THE RATS CAN

though, Wants to be a lawyer \ Maybe that's just as well. Good pro- TRAVEL OVER IT

fession, law.” He paused. “Then § SAFELY, BUT \ EU v TI 0 oe . | 8 2 8 4 & {= / ah s you'll help me out tonight?” THE COM TES NY . ¢ =| LT « y 7 f ed A Bl “Sure. Might as well stay right CANNOT. nV a : © \X & : WW \ ; ¢ A — ’ Le here till you need me. You're keep- : a - 7 iS Rb BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES —By Martin

ing open till 9, aren't you?” . 'S BR J in / ) PY y a GOOY LL MEAN { NES, L WNOW wi ] [BOTW NOU ARENT NOLL NEVER Wack te gen By Ra men ) , ): : wMiSS JONES, BOOTS LINOEED L || A MEMBER OF CARED MOCW “Santa Claus will remember every , PN A X Ls ER ® A — OF rR TON S ay SOME OF last one of you,” he promised. “Now | ( REN wih He 4 UAGOE SORT ARR NOD ® J SX Re

. - 4 you'd better run home to your din- , ON THE EARTH Pia” HEHE OF WAY \ LOGE WO ners. Good night, children, and] - 1S PRODUCED fp | b \ A ! ees] \ A E HORSES Merry Christmas!” | ' / ( BY THE 7 Z : v be - S_—t’ J

The children left reluctantly “Good night, Santa Claus Brown,” they called back. “Do you suppose he's the real Santa Claus,” Betty asked her friends in hushed tones as they went out to the street, “Naw, there's no real Santa] Claus,” answered a little boy scornfully. “Course there is,” responded

Betty, shocked. Several of the children laughed. HAT 1S A '

“Yaah-—she still believes in Santa a TACT Oe, Wid Wie Stners Diva Bos THAT REDHEAD WON'T GET BY ME! | | MAD DOG NEVER LET ME USE MY aoe | [LL BE JUST AS FAMOUS AS MAD DOG] | STOP CROUCHIN' THER

took up ‘the Yaunt. th ANSWER—The principal post at the foot of a stairway, or the | J VLL GET HIM- LIKE GOOD OLD MAD SAID | WAS TOO YOUNG -- BUT WHEN HE PITCHERS IN TWE PADERS-@- 2-7 THAT LIKE A FOOL” YOU'RE RUININ' Children, what on earth are you one about which a circular stairway winds. | DOG USETA GET \EM.--BEFORE THAT | | WANTED TO GET EVEN WITH THE REDHEAD OLD DAMES HEADED RIGHT THIS MY PETUNIA BEDS doing” | al Be te ’ HL i, REDHEAD CAPTURED MM FOR THE AND BIGSHOT= IT WAS ME 4 ’ -

LETS ORIVE SOMEWHERE or WHATS THE t . MN] WELL, THATS JE x AND TALK THIS THING OVER. BE a RUSH T YOu WERE WELL, VY ‘See , I || DIFFERENT! 227 4G : IVE GOT TO FIND SOME WAY DONG _ 55 IN A 45- [§) WAS ON MY WA [|] Tl GET our | TO OIKH HILDA GRUBBLE/ oi MILE ZONE / TO HILDA GRUBBLES IN FRONT ANO [7 uy : House / CLEAR [THE 2 GOING THERE §

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The children stopped, and looked | ty "ue! around, surprised, as Alice Banks,| \ ) POLICE : \ or Wi LB their school teacher, came up behind | HOLIDAY SHOPPING - ou =| : TELL MIM HOW | HAND them. { 0 / “ LED THIS JOB--MY I heard all that you said to / / | i Betty,” she said. “Now, stop teas-| hh TIRED ? y ’ ] 4 1 h FIRST JOB // p ing her!” " em ’ / The youngsters muttered unin- |G CHA SER telligible apologies and then, with H the surprising suddenness of youth,

Jishppesred Bruny RCCL CHASE YOUR SERVES YOu own side streets, y — “Tell me, Miss Banks” she Fatal BEST! begged, “is there really a Santa ’ Claus? | bh BL (To Be Continued) (All events, names and Fhirasters in this k | 3 i & | |, | I M A N , @&tory are wholly fictitious.)