Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 June 1940 — Page 13

— PAGE 13 By Williams MA=-OH,MA, / MAKE HIM GIVE ME THE PAPER! I STOOD OUT HERE FOR A HALF HOUR WAITING FOR TH’ PAPER, AND WHEN TH' BOY THREW IT, A BASKET ON A STICK COMES DOWN AND--OH, I CAN'T HAVE ATHING? MA! m ‘BOO HOOD?

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CAST OF CHARACTERS FRANCIE WESTON — A girl with a voice and ambition to crash the movies. GUSTY GAIR—Garage mechanic: who can Lglve out on a trumpet. JERRY FINNEY—Movieland’s youngest glamour man. : : YESTERDAY—Francie slugs the midnight prowler with a lamp, knocks him out. It is Gusty’s hitchhiker. He has ‘robbed Gusty. Mr. Weston and Francie find Gusty, unconscious, beside his ear. Francie watches over Gusty, takes the ticket from his billfold.

. CHAPTER SEVEN WHEN FRANCIE emerged from: her cabin next morning, Gusty and Mr. Weston were talking. Her heart sank. Was Gusty reporting his loss? She circled the cabins and hurried into the restaurant without being seen. Aunt Hat looked up from her eggs and sausage. “What a night! I'm as weak as a rag. Francie, dear, I've been meaning to ask you. You haven't lied to me about the ticket?” “I—TI've got it, Aunt Hat,” Francie gulped. “But—" 4 John Weston entered, wiping .his brow. “That boy’s got Lucifer's own pride. Made me take the money for his cabin.” Francie- sighed, “Is . . . that all you talked about?” ~ Mr. Weston nodded. “Except that I finally persuaded him to be my guest at breakfast. He needs a good meal to get his strength back. He wouldn't eat if he had to pay for it himself.” Gusty came in, minus his usual’ swagger. o The meal was eaten amidst a frosty silence provided by Francie and Aunt Hat. Gusty arose, stumbling over his chair. He passed his hand across his forehead. “Holy smokes, I'm dizzy as .a bat! TIl be driving the old bus - 4 : ; : ! around in circles. Any chance of| ° Se CA : nd ( sparing me a driver, Mr. Weston?” : yo Francie said stubbornly, “I'm not / of going—" = Mr. Weston took his daughter aside. “I don’t intend to argue, Francie. Quarrel or no quarrel, you're to drive Gusty’s car for him.” “But—" “Francie!” ‘All right, Pops.” : » 2 ”

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“Aren't you gonna talk?” he manded finally. “Why should I?” “Aw, look, Francie, don’t be sore. I shouldn't have popped -off last night. You and your dad were swell to me. I told him so, too.” Francie could feel the familiar softening process going on in her heart. She fought it off with a terse, “Skip it.” “Nothing doing. It took a lot of gu—nerve to whang Blubber over the head. I like girls with gu— nerve. Gee, Francie, all we've done late is scrap. We'didn't use to.” * “No, we didn't.” - : “There's just 'no sense in it,” Gusty declared gravely. “No, there isn’t . ..” Gusty said, “Funny how it all started over that ticket.” The roadster swerved. ‘Hey, what's wrong?” “N-nothing,” Francie said. ‘“Nothing at all.” “You see, it’s like this,” Gusty continued. “I figure it's a man's place to have the career. That's why I grabbed the ticket. Now take 7 us: suppose we, well, wanted to get Bi N or

married—" : . “Married!” Francie's heart beat a WASHINGTON TUBBS II B80Y WOTTA \ FOR ONCE YoU USED YOUR HEAD, YOU OLD HOSSCOLLAR!

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for a husband. No, sir! A man’s ; place is at the head of his family, ; I say.” “You—you mean that’s why you took the ticket?” Francis asked. “Because you wanted to make good for me?” “Well, I . “I wouldn't but...” “It was, Gusty!” Francis cried. . “Okay, it was then,” Gusty said .gruffly. “You better watch your driving.” . . Suddenly Frencie felt as if the ¢ ticket were a red mark of shame, i @ ‘scarlet letter branded upon her. .

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s 2-8 i AT DUSK they reached the| = mountain range and began a hard climb. Gusty’s dizzy spell had long since passed and he was driving. Francie said, “Gusty, look! Isnt it lovely?” . The moon hung like a huge golden ornament from the topmost peak of the mountain. : “Boy, that is something!” Gusty agreed. “Let's stop and watch a few minutes.” - He pulled the roadster partially off the pavement, drew Francie close. The air was cecrisp, thin, fragrant. It was just like the night at the airport, only far more romantic. “Makes you feel kinda small, don’t it?” Gusty muttered. : Francie bobbed. her head in perfect contentment. She turned her face upward, putting her lips in “the most accessible position. She hesitated, then said faintly, “Gusty, why—why don’t . . . mean, wouldn’t you like to kiss me?” °° “Holy | smokes, I—" Gusty bent awkwardly, but his lips never touched Francie’s. : . A CAR had drawn up behind them. Shattering the silence, ‘a . heavy voice said, “Hey, what goes on here?” oa : Gusty bridled. “Hold yourihorses, mister. We're moving right on.” in to Circle and cool you down.” “Oh, Gusty,” Francie wailed, “why A burly state trooper approached| “We're going right away, officer,” did you have to get smart? You— the car. “Suppose somebody came]Francis said. “We didn’t mean to—"|you can’t afford to phy a fine.”

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“Okay, lad, I've had enough of your lip. I'll follow you in. Ten bucks and a night in the clink may

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Francie. Don’t you worry!” (To Be Continued)

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