Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 June 1940 — Page 30

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By W. H. PEARS—

CAST OF CHARACTERS FRANCIE WESTON — A girl with a voice and ambition to crash the movies.

GUSTY GAIR—Garage mechanis who! ean give out on » trumpet.

JERRY FINNEY—Movieland’s youngest glamour man. YESTERDAY-—After her quarrel with Gusty, Francie assumes a languid air, refuses to eat. Worried, John Weston finally agrees to drive to Hollywood. First night out, Francie is surprised when a roadster drives up. And waving to her is Gusty!

CHAPTER FIVE

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She strolled along the boardwalk that led to the small restaurant | EEE NEE connected with the cabin camp. Het | |¢ ¢ curiosity gnawed simultaneously, . enormously. As she entered he restaurant a : Le familiar voice smote her ears. ; . y * “Well, well, so you're still fol- t gx 5 WOULDN'T HE, lowing me?” Gusy said loudly. ihe ER . “Me? Following. you?” Francie oe

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other way around.” Com. sowiy eit A , tne.’ N § s Pt ABNER: | : : —By Al Earp She choked down her pride and| «Here's a quarter, Mr. Finnery . . . there's a swell picture at the cutP-Fo' XX’ 7 BU AH CAINT STAND \ / DON'T B : NY MANY HOURS OF BACK BREAKING LABOR — seated herself at the counter. movie down the street!” Fe UR DAYS NOW. \ NE H iT THET LETTER i te PRY a Hoe MANY roy w, HYAR COME TH

Gusty was attacking a pair of : DAYS NOW Y WERE. MAILED enormous fried cakes. Francie, her| HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis WS TH POST- TM GH ON AL POSTMASTER” appetite gone, made listless passes ’- : ARO SHUN ks MIN ; Au COP HAINT GOTTA AB TR OORAY.”” z at her waffle. , ] : DEE-LIVER THET / ‘TIL HE / GOES ME AH IDEE/” LO ARV AH WE WILL Wo THET Gusty finally spoke: “Gonna lis- : ; LETTERS” T'TH SEEN IT? : MACK LETTER NO W, NO : RONT = DOUBT”

ten to me broadcast, Francie? : rrr POST Maybe I can get tickets so you can eects VW 74% - : POSTMASTER’S MULE LOVES MASTER'S be in the audience.” / 2 A # ; ‘EMI7-HE CAINT HELP MULE.

“I happen to have some plans of "FOLLYIN' THET TRAIL! p= my own,” Francie retorted. : : ) co ~~ “Okay, don’t be nasty about it.” 1! : : HE i > 2 ee Francie put down her fork. = | : : == “You're really going to try to get to Hollywood ?” . “Darn right,” he declared ‘Gusty, I said to myself, you won't get another chance like this. What's a measly 15-a-week job compared : : with the big time?’” ¢ {| Zl eo D = ; Sass =g _— . on You—you didn’t quit your : x 74 ; ; : = E = E IR = : Ties 00 nti ff | nN» . “Right, Sugar. Just like that.” : ; ——By Fred Harman | % 2 you haven't enough money i ! REASON — RED’ Bo ORCE 4 La . : . ..” Francie eyed Gusty’s wrin- : : : bps 3 : 2 SINCE I REFUSED SOME kled slacks and polo shirt. “I'll bet : Li : ae J aN 6 DO WORRIED ABOUT el OFFERS TO SELL,SEVERAL yeu slept in the car.” Je ( . \ 2 NS : ome gF, poe 15! “Sure, why not?” Gusty slid off | [recs * : | CLAIM ONE OF Hem K ls! the stool and stood by Francie. ; YOO 2 Boor on JORDON? “Come on, Sugar, don’t be a sorehead. Let’s forget about it and be friends. I got a forgiving nature.” Francie gasped, but before she could retort her father and Aunt Hat entered. Aunt Hat ignored Gusty. Mr. Weston gave him a friendly clap on the shoulders. “Glad to see you, son. I suppose you’ll be leaving us today?” “No, sir,” Gusty grinned. “I thought maybe, if you don’t need

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had swept out of the door and was : Fe settled in the front seat of the yy : ) : FANTASY /-- Weston car. She tilted her nose skyward as Gusty approached. “Talk to yourself,” Francie ad- ~ vised icily. “You seem to- enjdy the sound of your own voice.” Gusty shrugged, moved reluctantly away. “So long.” With a sigh, Francie watched him go. It was awfully hard to be nasty with Gusty.

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with the road. Mr. Weston said, “It’s more than that, if you ask me, Francie. The boy hasn’t much money. He must be pretty sure that ticket’s on the level.” “But he hasn't—" Aunt Hat drifted into silence. Francie could see her aunt’s face in the rear-view mirrow. It was puckered with thought. Tonight, she promised herself, she would tell Aunt Hat the truth. But what if — ; there was still a chance of getting| |) \ i Bh /) the ticket from Gusty? It was a / wild, impossible idea, yet she . 6-21 couldn’ rid herself of it. | “Hmm—Ilooks pretty bad. Maybe you beiter write the editorials an’ They saw no more of Gusty until let me do the gossip column.” noon when he pulled alongside of THIS CURIOUS WORLD Be Wil Fors rm : them at a roadside barbecue. Gusty y William Ferguson H Z AY was accompanied by a shabby man EY, FRECK, THERES = = : =" ; G A GUY AT THE HOUSE 7 j Lo 1 | GOSH » TI i WOULDN'T

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to light his pipe. “Gusty, I hate AND BIRDS AY RYO ‘to meddle, but I'd advise you to] CHOSEN BY A VOTE ; get rid of that fellow.” ; OF THE SCHOOL “Blubber? Why, Mr. Weston?” CHILDREN. “I’ve been looking men over a : long time, son. I won't say your friend’s a crook, but he is a bad risk. It would seem you're financing him?”

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YES, MICHAEL~ YOU MEAN-IVE GOT IT. | [VES! BUT--IT WiLL 1 1 WANT 10 62 A WONEY7-SHELL | IF WHEW !//- TS THATS MY CAR 1) THERES IN ME-TO BECOME TAKE YEARS OF : SUCCESS + TO HAVE | CARS 2-LOOK THERE, MICHAEL, IT IS" d oN | A GREAT ARTIST Like | | sTupy ~oF HARD MONEY #! LOTS OF myeoy 4% BEST | CAN AFFORD. “And he can use yours,” John | HEMISPHERE Have §. — yooz jf STRUGS IT SWELL CARS! | Weston ri “Well, keep your eyes WINTER 4 Sa ‘SURE. THAT, IN THE sald, " 2 it oe . SD , said, “Don’t worry, Blub- ANSWER—Because the earth does not spin around its orbit in S ; RL bers okay. Gosh, any guy that can an upright position, but leans at an angle, the southern hemisphere gna YOU ARE 2 send a gittar like he does . has short days when the northern hemisphere has long days, and - Without thinking, Francie said,| Vice versa. “Please, take Pops advice; Susty “Okay, Sugar, I'll d ubber (her arms behind her head thinking | she thought it w. « + « if you'll ride with me.” of Gusty. : she thought 1t the aly he Yona «T 'will- not!” Francie fling her-| And then there came through the|she heard it again. Frozen with terself ‘away from him in a fury. open window the thin, sweet voice ror, she let her eyes roam around The tourist cabins where theylof Gusty’s trumpet. Gusty was|the room. bringing the doorway into stopped that night were set back|improvising weirdly against the|view. Silhouetted against the moon-| among tall trees. At bedtime Mr. rhythm beat of a guitar. He was|light, Francie saw the bulky outline ~ Weston left Francie and Aunt Hat| camped nearby and all was well.|of a man. , and retired to his own cabin next a slept with the music in her (To.Be Continued)

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