Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 April 1940 — Page 23

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES By Abner Dean | OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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TUESDAY, APRIL 30, 1940 SERIAL STORY— FUNNY SIDE UP

Bet on Love

With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY

JEALOUS! YOU'RE CRAZY HE THINKS MUSCLES AFFECT TH' BRAIN -- SURE HE ADMIRES ‘EM ON SOMEBODY ELSE ,TO BE USED WITH HIS BRAIN ==

OID YOU SEE HIM STARIN' AT OUR. MUSCLES WHEN WE WERE SWIMMIN'? HIS ARE JUST LIKE A

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{i WOULD BE AS STRANGE TO YOU AS A SWISS

By CHARLES B. PARMER

CHAST OF CHARACTERS SHERRY BOND-—Society girl owner of

TABLES, AND 1 DON'T EVEN FIND A FOOTPRINT IN THE

FLUTTER INTO THE NEST WITH NO MORE

WATCH TO A BUSH TRIBE CHIEF wav JOVE, WHY DOES MARTHA BURDEN HERSELF

GIRLS! BOY, IS HE

JEALOUS! LOOK. AT THAT MUSCLE RIPPLE “LIKE ATIGER'S/

HIM STARIN' AT MUSCLES AIN'T JEALOUSY, THAT'S TH’ LOOK. A FARMER. GIVES A WORK. HORSE =~ SO

CACKLING THAN POE'S RAVEN [wa WHAT'S THE MYSTERY ?

WITH BRASH BOARDERS ?

race horse, Pepper Boy. PAUL WHRARTON-—A rival owner, de. termined to teach Sherry that racing is not a woman's game. SHEP GRANT--Young gentleman rider. WILLIE BOND-—Sherry's uncle, a turf “adviser.”

BOY! KEEP YOUR.

SAWDUST! SHIRT ON/

YESTERDAY: Pepper Boy is left at the post in his first 1ace, but Madden rides him hard to bring him through the field. Then in a hreath-taking drive, Pepper Bov passes the leaders, battles Gray Star to the finish, nose and nose. Gray Star wins!

CHAPTER FIVE

OLD SAM SHOOK his graying head, moaned, “Land's sakes alive!” Jockey Madden took one look at the numbers, slid to the ground as Sain went to the mount’s head. a pas Bea S : i FS eC. 7 f Woh FF 1gging at the saddle, the jockey : : i Eh : ESA \ A HN S i NOD 7 called over his shoulder to Sherry g ¢ a ; un 6 / RA Bond, “You can't say I didn't give Go #® your horse » ride.” He jerked off the saddle—ran into the enclosure and weighed, threw his tack to his fat valet, and stalked off to the oF 0 Jockey room. 3 i . i Gray Star the winner, by half] | Nn & nose; Pepper Boy a bang-up . second—but a nose ahead was as A OFAN good as a mile ahead, Sherry re-| [¥ o We . v called, and the world paid off only| 13 _=¥ cies I i on winners. “Take him back to the barn and cool him out, Sam,” she directed, and walked through the gate onto the lawn, “Miss Bond?” A messenger was standing in front of her, “Yes?” “Secretary's compliments, Miss Bond, and he says will you please have Pepper Boy taken into the paddock.” He spoke the words as an order, not a request. “Taken into the paddock? For what?” “Secretary’s compliments—for delivery to his new owner. He's been claimed.” “Oh!” Sherry bit her lip, controlled herself. “Very well—there goes Pepper Boy—tell the groom to take him into the paddock.” / : : 3 ; = mm, y She had lost the race—now she po yo Cog - = ’ HEM BOYS Y/) ASD WT SEE SE ? was losing her horse; a colt that : 8 eZ C RYDER OUTA had shown superb class—that was . i z, : £ S 7 worth three or four times the claimIng price: $2500. Yes, she was a fool! Paul Wharton had warned her—not once, but twice, not to run him in a claimer. Good old Paul! If—well, if he weren't always begging her to marry him-—weren't getting so bossy, she might have listened. Paul was right. y He was right about her marrying him, too. Deep in her heart, Sherry realized that she was in love with Paul, had always been in love with him. But he had been so determined to keep her out of racing. She had lost Pepper Bov. But she still had Paul. She would never lose Paul. She spied him in the crowds: he was moving toward the administraton building. She'd catch him—no, there was nothing he could do—and she wouldn't ask him if there were. ” » n

SHE TURNED, WENT into the paddock. Sam was being directed in, with the blanketed colt at the end of a halter-rein—a very agitated Sam. Catching sight of the girl owner, he broke into complaints: “I done tol’ you so, Miss Sherry —we done lost our baby colt—hit ain't fair! Sherry shrugged her shoulders, tood by, helplessly. Then two men came from nowhere—walked to the colt’s head. Each put out a hand toward the halter, “I claimed him,” said the first man, a hard, pimply-faced and ’ stubby fellow of middling years in a dusty brown suit and brown derby. || A tall husky in a wide-brimmed Stetson drawled: “Not so fast, stranger—we got a claim in, too.” “Which one of you gets my horse?” Sherry wanted to know. The man in the Stetson spoke, as if he hated to say anything: “Whichever one wins the roll, Miss Bond. Our owners are in| there,” he nodded toward the sec-| retary's office, then explained, asi if realizing that she was new to racing: “When two or more claim a nag, then the claimers roll for the horse. High man with the dice wins.”

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“Oh, I see. Just—which stables =-do you—two-—represent?” The man in the derby answered first: “I'm foreman for the Bonnie Lad stable; our trainer—he’'s in there rollin’ now—generally he wins, he's lucky—this is his winnin’ day.” Sherry instinctively turned from him. The man in the Stetson faced her, then looked away: “I'm a trainer—but—my owner—he decided to handle this himself.” “Who is your owner?” The man wiped his lips with a handkerchief, looked straight at her before he answered: “Mr. Paul

“I'm sorry, this dance is taken. But I'll save one for you in the next block.”

By William Ferguson

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you sure?” The man nodded. he's my owner.” “I mean—are you sure he claimed ® my horse?” “Yes, ma'am, I am.” “Wheres Mr. Wharton She managed to ask. “In the secretary's office, ma'am. For some reason,” the trainer repeated, “Mr. Wharton decided to andle this hisself.” “I see. Thank you. I'll go there.” “Yes, ma'am,” was all he said, 8 she walked off. » on

“Yes, ma'am—

now?”

AS SHERRY APPROACHED the doorway to the secretary's office she heard a familiar voice ringing out —Jloud and clear; the voice of Uncle Willie Bond. She had forgotten all about him, She crossed the threshold. Running along the end of the little room was a counter, and behind the counter stood a tall and p totally-bald man with large, blackrimmed glasses perched:on the end of a long nose. He was peering over the glasses at three men who expostulated in front of him. A gangling, unshaven man in unpressed clothes—to the right of Sherry; the suave and immaculate Paul Wharton at the left; and between them the massive figure of Willie Bond. All three had their backs to her. Uncle Willie was nding on the counter with a am-like fist: “I tell you r've a right to speak I'm William Bond—business agent for the Lone Tree stable—just back from Europe.” “But we don’t know you,” the hawklike secretary was objecting. “Your clerk talked with me this

morning—when I scratched Pep-

per Boy out of the handicap. And Boy. Doi I have to be identified, ‘Al *Vghts Janes, Rk

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Jockey Club last night.”

“And Mr. Bond is what he says sorry, Colonel.”

he is, too.” .

The secretary glanced up, the protested. three men turned around—to face regiment—nexer expect to.

Sherry Bond. Her blue eyes blazing, Sherry ignored Wharton, stepped forward, spoke only to the official: “This is Mr. Bond—he is my agent—I am Miss Bond—I own the colt, Pepper

“Oh, no, Miss Bond. And we're

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«|F ONLY YOU WEREN'T

RESPONSIBLE, ALTHOUGH INNOCENTLY-- FOR TOM JONES’ CONDITION. FOLKS, HERE, FEEL PRETTY BITTER ABOUT THAT. TOM WAS SUCH A FINE

NOW THAT I'VE FOUND HER---| CAN'T LOSE HER--TO A PENI - TENTIARY---AND YET--| CANNOT SEE -- HOW | CAN SAVE

Mister Bond, if you please. I don't care. who wins the roll, but I have a! right to pass on the credentials of the winner. Roll ahead!” (To Be Continued)

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