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| MONDAY, JULY 1, 1940" __—— SERIAL STORY— FUNNY SIDE UP

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With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY

7 § OH, THEM? WHY, Wf YES, 1 KNOW, BUT / 1 GUESS THEY'VE BI THOSE BOYS LOOK BEEN OUT ON - \} TOO TIRE FOR. ANY A PICNIC-- THERE'S ¥ PICNIC--AND MS ALLUS SOMEBODY | FUNNY YOURE NOT GITTIN' UP PICNICS, | WITH THEM, AS WELL You KNOW AS YOU LIKE PICNICS! : : THEY'D HARDLY BE S GOING ON PICNICS : Ny 8

SAY; HOOPLE, WHERE'S THE BEAUTY CONTEST,OR IS TA STOCK, SHOW §weOR ARE: AOU GOING TO TRY 7 SWIMMING IN THAT \. GEA OF DEBRIS

FAW! furs TEND TO YOUR WEED CULTURE, - BAXTER, YOU REALLY ARE NOT AT YOUR Y]. [4 | BEST AS A CONVERGATIONALIST. wee BECAUSE] OF A HEAVY PROGRAM OF LABORATORY EXPERIMENTS THIS COMING WINTER, T 7 PLAN TO STORE UP A VAST SUPPLY OF 4H ENERGY THROUGH THE MEDIUM OF DAILY }} |

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2 J CHAPTER ONE E ot Nias : $ = Ml / . ““WELL, HERE we are!” Wayne “ J +g, — 4 ~ ED A RUMPH!Z Rr Dennis grinned from the sober, : > blue-eyed, little girl at his side to the sober, fark-eyed, big girl who rose to meét him in the North Station at Boston. “Rhoda, this is Peace Warren. Peace, say howdy to Miss Lowell—your Auntie Rhoda.” “She isn’t my aunt.” wriggled defiantly. - “No, honey. Buf yourcan play she is on the trip” He beamed at his , fiancee. “Cute litle triek, isn’t she? She'll be good as a kitten.” Rhoda's neat brows puckered. “That,” she intimated, scrutinizing the 6-yearkold in chicory blue, “re- ; - : ” mains to be seen, Denny. Has the : yy A of. ’ B-A-B-Y arrived yet? Te : X 3 Y iy « _ .. taking her M-A-M-M-A EAH, the 'H-O-S-P-I-T-A-L right now. Picked up the kiddy at the office. Promised to wire the minute we deliver Peace to her grandmother in Los Angeles.” : “Me don’t like her,” Denny heard Peace mutter. : He picked up the bags. “Let’s go.” “She’ll get acquainted.” Rhoda] - started on ahead. “It’s a scream— er being our chaperon! But you know my: Aunt Tilly. Threw up her hands in holy horror at the idea of oyr going out west to your sister's to get married.” ] + “But taking Peace made everything ‘perfectly proper?” \ ‘Not everything. I may as wel saytit now, Denny, Aunt Tilly isn’ keen on my marrying you, anyway.” Denny put down the heaviest suitcase. “What has she got against me?” “Oh come on. It i It’s all men. Her tion is that precious hers, my Cousin Bertrand. made me promise to’stop off and see him in (Chicago, between trains.” Denny scowled. ‘It’s up to you, - dear. Bess is planning to stage a = simple wedding for us at LaJolla, » but if you aren't sure— Maybe . , you'll’ get to like me en route.” ; Confouhd that old blue stocking aunt, with her fat pdcketbook{ He signaled a portef for Rhoda's luggage, and tried to relieve Peace of her small case, which she toted o Ly, oR gingerly and refused te relinquish ey He saw her pick up a peanut from 7 the station floor. “Don’t eat that, honey. You'll 3 ai " J ’ mind me, like a good girl, won't 3 7! ; : zt : B. 2 3 N - mmm

you?” : q * ‘Peace hid the peanut in her rs } : OH, I KNOW A y You SAID NN @ris SHALL WE SPOT, WITH A \ AN ScHooL NICE N\ IS | “This thing’s broke, chum—I put in thrée nickels and didn’t get a |

Yookss. Hp mind you, but me Bw won't mind her.” GO ON OUR Vi YOU'LL 0 PICNIC, PLACE! ENJOY. OVER! | v o ; I ~ ry i single peanut!” : THIS IS

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plex the child had. When she says ‘“me won’t*—look out! Regular Jekyll-and-Hyde young ‘lady. He . hoped Rhoda would understand. .They found their reservations and saw the luggage safely stowed away. The train didn’t leave till 2 o'clock. Denny: consulted his watch. “We've plenty of time. How about a nice cool drink back at the soda fountain?” Peace chose strawherry, her favorite. Denny selected a couple of magazines and Rhoda made a last- - minute phone call, but Peace was still straining at her straw. ’ “Hurry up, honey. My, the instructions your daddy gave me,” Denny said, as all three headed once more for the train. “Put her to bed early! Don’t let her lean out of the window! Watch for drafts! Don’t allow her too much candy! You'd think—" “All a-booooooooooooard!” -called the conductor.

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HE PROBABLY . NEVER WENT TO NEXT STOP ALASKA (IN HIS 1S RIVER. JUNCT "LIFE « HE DOESNT WE'LL 8F THERE KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE To GET EXCITED /

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on, “was—don’t let her get 1 Goodggrief! Where is she?” “All a-boooooooooooooard!” yelled the conductor again, assisting a beady-eyed woman, snugly uphol- _ 7? stered in shining «black satin on fo the train. “Chicago Yes, Madam.” 7 “Hold it!” shouted Denny. “Lost; “yg little girl.” “She was here seco; ago,” Rhoda interceded, while Denny raced away. The conductor stared back at his watch. - “Can’t delay this train. Got | about—" Denny tore to the soda fountain. | No sign of Peace! The waiting room seats.

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“They wouldn’t believe this one anyhow, so I just put that up!”

. THAT IS, IF THE: : 8 TWO , YOUNG EXPLOR By William Ferguson ; 'ERS_DON'T MIND ONLY SIX HUNDRED THE DELAY./ _ 4 AND FORTY THREE MILES ite ey SE -=-- YOU BETTER START. GETTING YOUR THINGS

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No blue coat! For a second he stood: still, frantically scanning" the huge depot. 3 — There—down by the drug store side -window;, standing on tiptoe looking at that display of dolls! In a bound he reached the blue-clad human doll, snatched her "in "his ‘arms and dashed through' the crowd. ; "Behind him a woman screamed, Si “Stop that man! Xidnaper!” . : 5 2 8 8. : - DENNY paid no heed. to make. that train. Then suddenly in’ front of him, marching toward the wrong gate, he beheld a fdmiliar blue re, *. swinging a tiny blue overnight case. A moment, his blood congealed. The,

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° - grab for the real Peace. / The conductor “yanked them aboard the train steps as the limited glided gently forward. - Rhoda and the woman in black were on the observation platform, but Denny wasn’t looking at them. He could see raised fists shaking at him through the grill of the closed gates. Had that tot found her mother? The murmur of the crowd was swallowed by the rising clatter of the wheels. “What an escape!” he gasped, still panting. & “You imp!” Rhoda scolded Peace. “How dare you run away and scare us to death?” , ° . “Postcard,” Peace pouted. tell my Mummy me arrived safely. I won't go! Me won't go!” And she began to cry. ] “Sure, honey.: Don't cry,” Denny tried - to placate her. “She's got a .lot of postcards to mail from dif- + ferent stops,” he explained to Rho-

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