Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 February 1940 — Page 19

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TUESDAY, FEB. 27, 1040 i | GRIN AND BEARTT ~~ -

THE INDIANAPOLIS OUR BOARDING HOUSE

ZZ I SAY, TIFFANY, AFTER. HH SCRAMWOLDIS FAILURE IN HIS TEST, SHALL WE CANCEL. ; 7) THE MATCH RACE P—HAR-RUMPH/F ) PICNIC CHAIR, BUT THEY CAN BE 22 FOOLED WITHOUT FALSE FACES/wHERE'S A CHECK ww $00 FOR THE PURSE, | AND #(00.70 BET.FOR ME/ ww ASK THAT MOON=-FACED TOUT TO GWE US A A WEEK, AND SCRAM WiLL RACE HIS T 3 DOG TILL HE FALLS OVER HIS _M_TONGLE!

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HERE SAY SCRAM WILL FOLD LIKE A

$15 A Week

By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS ANN BROWN—Orphan daughter of a gambler, alone in an unfriendly city. PAUL HAYDEN—Stock room boy with : “ambition. ’ ) : . STEVE CLAYBOURNE—Wealthy play-

OUR WAY ~~ '. If- = + 1 THAT'S A GREAT THING, | THIS MODERN IDEA OF PUTTIN’ EVERYTHING LIN CARTONS =~ IT KEEPS PEOPLE OUT OF STUFF, \ AN’ FER CLEANLINESS \ TS WONDERFUL

YES, T KNOW IT -- ONLY FER THAT I'D OF BEEN A AWFUL MESS --1 FELL “ON THIS CARTON OF EGGS? /

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oy. CLARA BROOKS—Dime store counter girl. IRENE TEMPLE—Society dcbutante,

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YESTERDAY—Saturday comes at last nd Ann dresses in her best. Soon her . loneliness will be ended. She conquers ® mental warning not to keep the date, pins on her gardenia and hurries to the library. She intends to keep hidden until she discovers “Lonely.”

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CHAPTER SIX ENTERING THE foyer, Ann darted a glance at the bench which faced the Blashfield painting. It was unoccupied. About to sit down where she could keep an eye on the painting and bench, she suddenly dropped the magazine. A young man was walking across the foyer with a pile of books under his arm.

With staring eyes, Ann watched him dump the books on the circulation desk and turn away. ~ There was nothing strange in this procedure. The astounding, unbelievable thing was that he wore a white gardenia and—he was the selfsame young man whose window faced Ann's from across the alley. Ann actually gasped. It couldn’t be. You met this sort of thing in fiction—coincidence, they called it —but not in real life. It simply couldn’t be—but it was. The young man ad stopped at the Blashfield painting, he was regarding it. Ann, propelled by a delighted urge, crossed the foyer and poined him. “Hello,” she said. ; He jerked his head around, his eyes darkening. “Hello,” he returned shortly. A little laugh rose in Ann’s throat. His evident embarrassment eased her tense nerves. It all fitted perfectly. Of course, he was lonely. Hadn't she seen him find solace in books night after night? She glanced at his gardenia, almost as if she waited for it to find voice and make the introductions. The| young man had returned his gaze to the canvas. “Shall we sit down?” Ann asked. ., They sat down on the bench, both raising their faces to the painting. Ann waited for the young man to speak. She kept reminding herself] |. that the meeting was at his invita-| |} tion. He said nothing.

AFTER A MOMENT she said,|! nodding toward the canvas, “My mother and I knew the central figure in the painting. She was a model in New York. She roomed where we did.” “She’s very beautiful,” the young man admitted guardedly.r He had @ pleasant voice, deep and cultured.| }’ + “She was a nice person. I come ¢ often to look at the picture. There ““is something courageous about it, don’t you think?” . He nodded, “Pioneer life fascinates me,” Ann went on bravely. “I'm afraid I wouldn't have made a very good pioneer,” “No?” he asked, politely. “I ‘like nice things and conveniences, electric lights, bathtubs, steam heat—things like that.” - Again the young man nodded. / It was hard going. Ann wanted to mention the personal but something in his remoteness held her back. “Chicago is a big city,” she begain, “and lonely. Don’t you find it so?” : “I most certainly do,” he agreed brusquely. “So what?” ©, “Well—if some of the lonely per-| sons could get together — they wouldn't be lonely any more.” “Is that your game?” “I have no game,” she assured him. : His eyes slid down to her very nice little shoes. “Looks to me as if you might have the world by the tail,” he said. “Are you doing a little slumming?” “I make my own clothes,” she told him patiently. All at once Ann was fighting tears. He was so dreadfully standoffish. Why didn’t he help her? “1 guess I'll go now,” she said faintly. “Wait a minute. You've got me confused. Do you think you know me? Do you think we've met somewhere?” “No—I've seen you—" About to tell him of his lighted window, she stopped in dismay. A man had rounded the bench. He was nearsightedly peering at the painting. He was a small, oldish man, he wore thick lensed spectacles. He stooped as if habitually bent from peering. A white gardenia blazed on his lapel. “Where have you seen me?” Ann’s companion asked. : She did not reply. She was beginning to have a queer feeling in the pit of her stomach. The oldish| man, obviously satisfied as to the identity of the painting, seated himself on the far end of the bench. His eyes were weak and red rimmed, they squinted against the light. With the spectacles back in place, he pulled a letter from his pocket and carefully read it. Horrifled, Ann recognized the letter as her own.

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LOOK !--- HE DOESN'T SEEM TO MIND IT

IT'S AWFUL WEARIN’ STUFF

WHY, LOOIE --= YOU LOOK UNHAPPY --- WHAT'S

AW---I'M TIRED OF ALWAYS WEARIN’ THESE HAND - ME - DOWN CLOTHES!

“I never know when my radiator is going to boil over—do you have any whistling radiator caps?” FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia " El enn —

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HE'S - HANDSOME AND EVER SO ROMANTIC. HE'D

TIMES TO HELP AN OLD LADY OR SOME SILLY GIRL IN DISTRESS, BUT THERE'S NO USE MYSELF... HE'S JUST NOT THE MARRYING TYPE

WHY, THE LITTLE RASCAL!

NOW THAT ITS TIME TO SAY GOODBY. EASY, I CAN THINK OF NO WAY TO EXPRESS MY GRANDMOTHERS GRATITUDE FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE IN SAFE- vr GUARDING HER SOLE INVESTMENT

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THIS 1S JOHN GALLANTRY, HAL~THE MAN YOU SAD wi AGE ---HE'S SO || 100 ‘OLD TO WIN THE LOVE OF TRUSTFUL—--- SO || A YOUNG BEAUTIFUL GIRLINNOCENT. HE I| HA HA -- YOU LOSE NEEDS ME --- 1 || BETTER PREPARE THAT CAN'T LET HM CONTRACT FOR ME --- 2 DOWN™)

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2 8 = SHE GOT HASTILY to her feet. In turning her back on the oldish man, she faced the foyer.. Her eyes grew perfectly round, an amazed exclamation came softly from her parted lips. The foyer was alive with white gardenias. Backed by masculine or feminine lapels, they swarmed everywhere, The young man had also risen and her dazed eyes fled to the flower in his buttonhole. “My .gracious—" she murmured weakly. : : He watched her, puzzled. Ann put out a finger and gingerly touch his gardenia, “Where did you| get it?” she asked, sick with humiliation. “yes “Y went into Ward's drugstore

(*-HE IS LIKE A BOY IN A WAY-—~ DESPITE HIS

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on the corner for a pack of cigarets —they’re having an opening—giving away gardenias—isn't that where you got yours?” - “No,” she said blankly. She was unable to co-ordinate her By this time the oldish man. was’ wandering about the over, peering hopefully at each enia

She turned to the young man. “I

ged lightly. have trouble. The gardenias seem to have picked ‘on this place to hold their annual convention.”

“You were to meet someone here,”

he deduced.

“Oh, that’s all right.” He shrug“Praid you're going to

He was laughing at her and Ann

turned furiously away. She almost stumbled over the oldish man who was making for her bewilderedly.

said.|Ann heard the young man. chuckle she fled i sl ; - " g

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the corner she stopped to snatch the gardenia from her lapel and fling it into the gutter. 1h

“A sap,” she wailed to herself,|

“just a poor sap, that’s all I am. He did everything he could fo discourage me but I kept right on being a sap. He thought I was try‘ng to pick him up and he didn't ike it. Oh, oh!!!” (To Be Continued)

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