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PAGE ., a a aa THE IRMANSSOLIS I a = a MONDAY, MAY 6, 1940 . SERIAL STORY— FUNNY SIDE UP © By Abner Dean | OUR BOARDING HOUSE With Major Hoople ~~ OUT OUR WAY By Williams NY nl BE ohes Ih “i

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TIME, INSTEAD OF TAKING ANY #2) BAT AN EVE WHEN J BLOODHOUND, I$ OUTA TO SCHOOL THAT DONT LOOK AT) ME Like EXTRA SUIRTS OR SOCKS, HE |} HE'S AWAY wav ZA TOWN wa HE COULD ITM HUNGRY A STARVED HOUND AT T™ME BEOCLOTMES WITH Mim! 7\ AND TELL YOU WHERE GIT HALF WAy/ Because vou WON THE MAJOR WOU CRIMI : HERES OF CHARACTERS BORROWING A cane : . SOT ToNEarh, SELF RY BOND—Society girl owner of Mace horse, Pepper Boy. ad 3 po We vy PAUL WHARTON—A rival owner, dee FN termined to teach Sherry that racing is Dot a woman's game. SHEP GRANT—Young gentleman rider.

CONTROL / ) a WILLIE BOND—Sherry’ “adviser.” erry’s uncle, a turf

EESTERDAY—Sherry's newfound cousin, Ted Bond, appoints herself chapersuv rer Sherry. Sherry argues against her making the trip to the Derby, but Ted insists. As Sherry admits Willie Bond, she laughs at the way her stable is growing.

CHAPTER TEN FRESHLY BARBERED, a white flower in his button-hole, William Bond strode across the threshold =the spirit of arrogant prosperity. “Ted, this is Uncle Willie—" Uncle Willie gave one sharp look at the lanky girl—listened with only casual interest as Sherry explained their connection. He nodded, said, “How'do!” then turned and beamed on Sherry. “Good news, my dear. Discovered a one-horse, two-wheel trailer - “TAN »” : y available at the track; just the| {Cope 190 by United Feltas Syndicate Toc’ 700 Sie fd NEY: EANWM DOG tune o ship Pepper Boy to the “Well, well, I always wondered what had become of Willie!” GREAT ADVERTISING AGE CHICAGO ™M WE: PATCH ms in.” ROT JOE TIGAN PHONE A “How nice! What will it cost and i we DO, f ° where's the money coming from?” ‘HOLD EVERYTHING i : By Clyde Lewis 5 NS Aw “It will cost you nothing. Made : : oi : J TO 8 D all arrangements.” NS Ee ——— 3 i i SSAR SOR : “Willie Bond, what have you BUSINESS MEN'S i i i 4 been up to? Have you been gam-| | FANCY DRESS BALL 3 bling?” “Well, now—" Uncle Willie preened himself shamelessly, “I had a hunch: thought Pepper Boy would surely run second, at least —and he did. I invested $12—" “You gambled $12,” Sherry said without mercy. “I put up $12 at 3 to 1,” he continued undaunted, “Won $36 and got my $12 back, making a total of $48.” “That’s not enough to buy a trailer. Go on!” “Remember Red Soldier? Went to the post at juicy odds. Long price scared me off, till you repeated what Wharton said about his colt. I rushed into the ring. Put up $48—at 7 to 1—on the nose. He won, eh? I took down $336, and with my $48 back—I parlayed $12 into $384!” Sherry heard a sigh of admiration from Ted Duncan Bond. He threw a big arm around Sherry, spoke to the world at large: “Sherry took me in—gave me bread. So, my dear, I bought the trailer—and here's the $20 you advanced yesterday. And here— this is money your horse won today —after I paid stable expenses.”

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darn it! You ought to be spanked costumes.” NANCY for gambling. It's a fool's game i . you know that.” FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia | [ WHAT A JOB!-- THE YJ “Yes, yes, my dear. I shall try : - TEACHER SAYS WE OLD ONE 1

to refrain—in the future.” “Sherry,” Ted was speaking out, HAVE TO COPY A DREW LAST

“I'm certain this was just a little excursion of the major’s.” “Oh, are you! So soon?” Sherry looked at Ted Bond with amusement. Ted blushed furiously. The major didn’t understand at all. “Sherry,” Ted broke in again, “It’s only fair that I help out—Since you are letting me go with you. I made a little money in cattle.” “Sherry, this is marvelous!” Willie Bond broke in enthusiastically. Now for the first time he really saw the lanky girl. “Whoa, there!” Sherry interrupted. “We are not taking a penny from Ted.” “Tell you what I will do—you can lend us your big car. I'll store your things here, and we'll lock up the apartment for the time being. We'll need your car to haul the trailer— and carry the stable tack. And right now's the time to unload your furnishings—for we're going to start rolling toward Churchill Downs at sunrise!” Before dawn next morning Sherry’s group was at the race track. So were others—with the same idea. Word had passed that Paul Wharton was shipping Red Soldier to Churchill Downs. During g the night the shipping con®igion QZ spread—on to the Derby! Old Sam, his eyes aglow in the murky dawn, was excitedly waiting| | s-@ for her. Nee AT aA 8 - CEA er as “Miss Sherry, we’s all ready; We «ning if I dust while you're demonstrating, mister? Sis wants every | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS —By Blosser UNWORRIED AND Carerree /

be the first to leave. We jus’ takin’ thing good an’ clean when the club gets here.” one horse—others takin’ a stableful, NO =e NO === [TS EASIER THAN THAT. YEP! LOVE HAD HIM - PINNED ON THE MAT LAST i ie pr ii HY,

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[ LETS ANALYZE WASHS FAREWELL NOTE, MR. McKEE , OBVIOUSLY DERED: ve HE DIDN'T 60 AWAY FOR A REST, AS WE SAID, OR HE WOULDN'T/ | | WAS FORCED TO WRITE THIS A\_MAVE WRITTEN 'S.0.S. NOTE, BY WHOEVER 15 RE-

WASH WAS VERY ANXIOUS TO SEE YOU THE DAY HE DISAPPEARED, BUT YOU WERE T00 BUSY COMPLET—| DONE ING A DEAL WITH AN IMPORTING [BUSINESS FIRM FROM LOUISIANA . COULD / WITH MR. IT BE POSSIBLE THAT WASH / SOUTHERN KNEW SOMETHING THAT FOR MONTHS,

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BUT My STARS! WASH NEVER HARMED ANY1 ONE. WHO ON EARTH... ?

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We got the road in front of us— pe ’ ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS REMOVE SOME clean; and I knows ev'ry turn an’ THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson OF ‘THE MUFFLER BAFFLE PLATES. a \NIGHT , AND NOW HIS ONLY se AN SEEMS TO ;

short cut. But Miss Sherry,” his “THAT MAKES IT CRACK / es voice dropped to a worried tone, - “that ’ar Mistah Paul Wharton wuz . NOISE OUT OF A here two-three minute ago, a-frown- Fl FTEEN ~DOL po ing at our trailer.” LPR. “Frowning? What did he say?” “He say—but here he be, now,” Sam turned away as a wiry figure in light tweeds came out of the morning mists. Paul Wharton was all business. He strode up to Sherry, ignored everyone else, said bruskly: “Lucky I've an extra stall in my head van—next to Red Soldier. You can put Pepper Boy in there.” Sherry bridled at his manner, and at the memory of yesterday. “Lucky me! But you forget I've a van of my own.” “We're just about ready to move, Paul,” Sherry was saying crisply, when a lanky figure called: “Heh, what's up?”

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the voice even if she hadn't recog- CCURIOUS' nized the roliing gait of the speak-| * cuTE > er. “Hello, Shep!” she called, “We're heading for the Downs.” Shep Grant came over to them, JUNEAL YUKON looking sharply at Paul Wharton. FIND FAIRBANKS “What are you trying to talk OF Sherry into now?” he drawled. “Come, you two,” Sherry said quickly. “It's no fair scrapping before breakfast.” “Well!” exclaimed Shep Grant, with a bright smile at Sherry. “I'll wait until you're free, Sherry.” He| . walked away. “Sorry, Sherry—Grant’s all right,” Wharton said evenly. “Now, about that trailer, Sherry. I don’t like it. Those light, two-wheel affairs with no tops—they’re dangerous.”

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MR. STONE--THIS COURT RELEASED THE | DONT CARE ABOUT IT ALL BEGINS TO SUDDENLY-- A NOISE IN THE CORRIDOR ACCUSED, NIKKI-NIKKI, IN YOUR CUSTODY | THAT, YOUR HONOR. IT'S | MAKE SENSE NOW! ATTRACTS THE GUARD'S EYE ON BAIL OF TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. NIKKI-NIKK|- SHE DIS~ 2 SHE WAS ORDERED TO STAND TRIAL y _/ APPEARED~ TWO IT WAS INSANE - ‘ AGAIN THIS MORNING. YOU HAVE ~~ DAYS AGO ~ TO RELEAGE THAT ei FAILED TO PRODUCE HER. YOU WILL TWO DAYS \ SAVAGE CREATURE!

Sy ~ TEN THOUSAND WHEN TOM JONES wAS / ED KIDNAPING = . ’ t » h = TER Api) Solicitude| ANSWER—Right, although the diameters of their circular courses = NN DOLLARS-AND- Ki TO HER OTHER = aN “Sorry.” His manner changed, He|_MAy vary from several hundred feet to several hundred miles. : - a ER & CRIMES! ] er smiled, took his hat in his hand Ye. : 3 ls 3 bf a moment. “Guess I am—fussy. I'll] “Yes, we go, too, in a little while.” | softly. 7 A : . ry.) { ’ dN: try and do better.” He spoke awkwardly. earingly he Whispered, Bs She YA 3 A pe took her hand. His voice| « ’ stopp m. “I'll see you a e " < ” = : He Then I'll break the trail for you. Downs, Paul” She nodded gra- TS fe Sp N J 4 - =>

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