Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 February 1940 — Page 19

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| &° . CAST OF CHARACTERS 9 i 3 || L oh a AND PLANTED &8tcection & MARIE LA PORTE--Model in exclu- iS | Oa =] id i 8. > g : THE HOOPLE : \ : sive dress shoppe, lives on a barge. a LN CX QA A ? : : _. DAN "DONOVAN~Playboy son of ‘a 32 AR ER an 5 : ; FLAG TO rich Irishman, in love with Marie. Se > . : 3 ; } : : oo CL AIM T/ . TOMMY RYAN—Leader of the truck- ¢ ; ; EA: go, F. ; : MS ‘ors fighting. Marie's father. LYNDA MARTIN — Society debutante,

wants to marry Dan. - BAPTISTE LA PORTE—Marié’s father, owner of a fleet of barges. ho

YESTERDAY .— Dan sets out to find Marie, has a bifter word battle with Bat on board the Molly. Dan’s calm -announcement that he wnats to marry Marie infuriates her father. Then, suddenly alarmed by Marie's absence from | | : oy iy ° : 2 g - S “work, Bhat tries to enlist Dan’s help in g SH : I, ; A ne 4 Py W\ \

. = 4 finding her. But Dan is already far ; . 5 J A ; - REA Lx 7 Je AN down the pier. i: 3 / i iP a Si hr Bo ETN CHAPTER FOURTEEN 4 i 8 AY LYNDA MARTIN got up in time to have her breakfast with her ! 4 y/ 1 father Thursday morning. ¢ id ; ; 3 2 = RN ; RS — id JOUR 2 3 “Anything wrong, baby?” he in- : 5 ; » : ; VII, HASING, o Ash

quired when he saw her sweeping ; PE 4 : : Sa i JAKE ? : 7) I = TRWILLAE, into the breakfast room, a vision in : 7 Shel 3 7, 8. REC. U. §. PAT. OFF. Thanet 7 WHY MOTHERS GET GRAY : HWILDEMS,

a foam green chiffon negligee. “We i Ba / : : : ; OD a! > : —By Al Capp

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> sd : “ ; yy ; 17 EIT T'THET V)\ © / . - y re Soild and Kised tim, $00) Peshaps © can help, Modom—has he » Grecian or Roman sever” | FF yeaa ST.) Ras yepEnco 2 || § LL0OK/SLOOK g me. Ij like g - —— |p STAGE.THE NEWSREEL | SHE NEEDS IT T°. 7 A HUM,DAISY MAE P- = THAR!/-tS A & a nice early morning visit with you. HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis ZA OMES ON NEXT.7- PAY FO’DOCTORIN' J & 2\ : IN ER-T- GULP - - ; a 29 She sat down in a chair opposite Gals H YOUR ,——— HER CHILE" JAN ar AH’ MEANS — } GOING CRAZY oo him. “Youre such a busy man, I ET 7! : nN a 7 02% r HUH. MAH LI'L W-WIFE? +. never have a chance to really talk : e 7 to you.” James Martin beamed. He was . very fond of his only child, and it pleased him to have her. want to be with him. He put his morning paper aside, leaned over and patted her hand. “How would you like a little holiday with me? I've got to go to South America on a business trip in a couple of weeks.” Lynda poured a generous amount of cream over a crystal dish of hothouse raspberries the butler set before her. “Ordinarily I'd love to go with you, Daddy,” she hesitated ¢ prettily, “but right now, well-T'll} _ tell you a little later.” 4

* He looked at her sharply. “What's 772778 / ve OVER PEARD US ALAN | [-AND I RECKON WE | up?” : : 4 3 ib; ON STEALIN' SOME OUGHTA KILL Him, . i | “Oh, nothing.” ‘She sprinkled the A Y BAR HOSSES TONIGHT-| | BUT HE'S ONLY a _

raspberries with powdered sugar. | R : .. A PAPOOSE 7 777 os Z| “Mr. Donovan was here last night, \(# yy Vd in and you weren't in.” ; : sé B _ ~ ’ . Amazement spread over Martin's : ; ; y : X | % 73 i & face. “Mike Donovan—what did he 3 i AR 82 4 want?” ; 0 “Oh, he was just calling,” Lynda J 5 smiled. “What do you think of his : SW —

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EVER SINCE MIKE DONOVAN 3 : our | had told her the night before that : de = . J his son, Dan, intended to ask her GOPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. REG. U. 8. PAT. 088, 27 : - 53 Fi 4 0 X

to be his wife, Lynda had been| Spor H. J.—he doesn’t know what to do with himself since that

walking on air. i 0.40 “What do you think of Dan Dono- machine went on the blink

van, Daddy?” she repeated. FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvi “But Mr. Martin did not hear. The ! : y SYVI2 | NANCY :

YOU GET YOURSELF THE POOL AND BN ) HAVE HAPPENED | SO WET? — SOMEONE SPLASHED : IF YOU WERE : : - ME --- IT WASN'T ye 4 CAREFUL * ( : MY FAULT. : 2

*vour office is calling.” | “Oh, dear,” exclaimed Lynda,’ petulantly, “will that office never let you alone?” “Business, my dear, business. It al] means more money to buy fine things for you.” He hurried out of the room. “I asked you what you thought of Dan Donovan, Daddy,” she pouted when he returned, “and you didn’t answer.” “Oh, yes. Well he’s all right, I guess,” Martin answered abstractedly. “Sorry, pet, I have to rush _off sooner than I expected.” He gulped his coffee. “We'll talk about young Donovan another time.” “Mr. Donovan, Miss Lynda,” the! butler said. i ss ar oars Bal / J RL ES a ars HEY, TWERE? WATCH WHERE “No, his father, Mr. Michael BE A SLOW 308 BUCKING THIS YOU'RE 60ING! You TRYING : TIDE BACK TO TOWN | HAL TH TO RUN US DOWN?

phone was ringing. : {2 : fie? ; i : ; : : “For you, sir,” said the butler,’ A 4 NANCY! --- HOW DID 1 WAS PASSING 0 IT WOULDN'T

Donovan.” : The corners of her mouth turned. at ; . = down, then up again. “Very well, | | ] he At 2 >» : 1 0 mms Perkins. Tell him I'll see him in LHL ee nny : ih) 7 a few minutes.” She rang for her wr : >

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* x = wn TEE ri a : : ‘2 Fea v 7 0 WAITING FOR LYNDA, Mike emda tl Ms le a CR / | Donovan paced the floor fretfully, eng Ga ' : : ais es J 5 Z 33h 9, i formulating his plans. Not yet fully : ; : recovered from the quarrel he and Bat had on the barge pier, he ” = — i 4 mumbled to himself every few min- --o : FEET EY .o k kf : 2 Na 4 Za % : utes, “His girl not good enough for| “So you were just going éo feed the dog . . . well, leave the mustard o “ I ; Be = my boy. Well, we'll see.” his sandwich. You know it gives you indigestion.” : ’ 4 : [2-74 os oY NET Sere The ene He was so excited that he hardly — . sg . & _ AER knew what he would say when he| THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson : did find’ her except to repeat that| : a . he wanted Dan to marry her, but| ~~ = P" fheSVMANIELAG How iT | Just As 1 "_GosH! Water 1F YOU'LL COME DOWN THE now, schemes were formulating in| | = : a } STARTED IF You TAKE THE LOGGED! WHAT ELSE : STREET WITH ME, AWAY FROM his mind. He would riot only give| & Ny ; oy | ‘N LARD? = J SHOOTING THOSE | | CAMERA You CAN | [| CAN GO WRONG 2? 7 ALL “THESE COPS, ILL TELL You!

his approval of the match but he i i x PICTURES , THE GET_ THOSE SHOTS would help Lynda land Dan. To- 4 AN 3 ; : . GROUND GAVE | |OF THE AMBULANCE gether they would save the boy from EE / PN) ). : WAS I FELL AND ROY SAAD, this girl and her crazy father. Dan 8 / Wi +P ~~ = LIKE YOU WANTED} wasn’t experienced enough to know “Lr [ro IS CONSIDERED ye his own mind. g Lr \ BY MOST

Mike held out his hand as Lyn-| - [I> Tr da entered the room. “You and Ie ass N AMTHORITIES

I are becoming pretty good friends, or 7 my dear.” WL FE INS 2 ge

Looking pale and helpless in a 0 or : g soft blue crepe, she put both her oo g E ? fil g E E>! ; oy ATE li hands in his. “I'm so glad you've ) ecsasts/ ; ve: x J : TAA ell SS G «2 Wi [ come. Tell me about Dan.” 5 7 (d= as : J ge" ; A : Te - mm . . ‘He drew up a chair near hers. 3 Ah ; ZZ. ee : od at a: | Ph i (SP JL. o EW" .. * ¢That's just why I'm here again,” ? : ( EE leet . is 2 : : : ’ > i he began. “ I want to give that IR 2 BOOTS AND HER B . : ; Sr —By Martin little dinner tonight for you and Sad he S$ i : ; ; Ly : She a a i ———— iit gl ”» - Wy 7/71) TN et ws “/ - » Pe in : AGASS TR (eee, ART (1 wien coma ano | [ HEN L Look Doww . A WILLIE MAYBE OUD BETTER LEY

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L apologetically. “I didn’t know but _%.M. REGU. 8. PAT. i] what you and Mr. Donovan woul OF ALL THE B.8 BAT. 00. i want to. see it first.” : |. CONFEDERATES She stared at the butler. “What| KILLED IN THE oi Sips on earth,” she began, then stopped CIVIL WAR WERE Q Bhi as her eyes caught the headlines. LL ANCR They : | «Look, Mr. Overton” she cried| (SASL IAMAALS pefvously. “This is about Dan.” : : . ” # » : : TOGETHER THEY READ every word of the story of the fight between Dan and Tommy Ryan over Marie. Lynda reached for her handkerchief. " “Oh, this is too terrible,” she ex-| . ; Cl fikes cheeks puffed up like << Mle a Cie : e's cheeks pu up al : WE BEEN AWAY FOR “Yo HOLLY il | AND YET--IT'S THE GIMPLEST : ello Sl : srintir Such ‘th i. : : SVEN YEARS, JOHN. A. *INFESTED | THING IN THE WORLD! FOR YEARS : he Wh jee STRAIGHT LINES LONG TIME/, You HAVEN'T | IDIOTS ALL MY PLAYS AND PICTURES of" \| 4] GIRL! THAT'S THE SORT OF \ eo inderation Aid (HEY EEL 17> y - DONE MUCH THESE LAST. / INE, HAL HAVE HAD _THE SAME ATHEME !/ JER « TSK THING "JON ‘GALLANTRY,”

thunderation did they get it?” / ny court -attendant’s warning of the|~ STUDIO COULDNT >

‘But as he talked he recalled the| ANSWER—Colorado and Wyoming. | > ; " wor " "a | FING THE RIGHT. | ; night :before. He also remembered : Xs : o : the reporters standing near the rd Le A manac ity PLAY ~ 3 5 no 2 0 A STORY.

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-judge’s desk. Lynda - spoke sharply. “Then it isn’t true?” : Co .; Mike choked. “I wouldn't say it es ol buried her face in her IBN SAUD’ KING OF THE HEJAZ AND handkerchief. FAR k SULTAN OF NEJD | HAS 17 SURVIVING “THere, there, my dear,” Mike 3 ] ; SONS patted her on the shoulder. “I hope -s a ou’ll stand by Dan.” e 1 nodded. “Yes, I will.”

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