Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 November 1940 — Page 35

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ot ia 57 A BUYIN" ANY CANDY FOR 2 Z ~ sey SAT 7) 7 EVER “WA 3H vy y . CHRISTMAS, SPORTS ¢ 7 7 Fi AD A NEEDLE % >: Goal to|Go || A | Pores Laws Em] snresf GREAT Eine eely : _- rae} LINE, GEE 7 TAKE FOR THE CIGAR, YD ACT, TRYING TO MY THREAD-- FROM A SUPPLY IN me NEEDLE ; igh pine th Si ; We, YOUR ORDER NOW = MAJOR, AS ONG CHOESTRINGS X PASS OFF THE PLEASE, OM, SOUL IN AT ONCE 7 By W. H. PEARS ; . Eh AND GET IT FOR | AS YOU'RE NOT CIGAR SNITCH! 7 PLEASE DON'T/| MORTAL i | | —— 7 : YOU WHOLESALE: VSIN' IT wwBEHIND « BUST JT AGONY '¥ YESTERDAY: Bill's efforts to arouse dal iad | 5 of : YOURSELF. THAT SMILE HE'S : OH! i fhe ‘“‘voice of the people” is successful; ah ; i Gs ~ ig MORE BURNED rs ine, uner o thoy ne mee: || ER A = tC > UP THAN : the team has ability, #0 Dor { A {4 / . i f Al NEGLECTED Zan « Th r a t J 0 ; 9 3) : DY « § A Peskin. a yeTery ny r/R ; or 3 i fs : ° JOAST! « You inspire boys when your son is ¢on- * stantly in trouble?” |

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2 ; : 3 CHAP'TER TEN ? » BACK AT PESKIN’S drug store, {Helen and Drowsy waited eagerly gor news. As Bill came slowly sthrough the door they rushed at #um. : 2 “What's the news, kid?” Drowsy demanded. dq : # “I don’s know,” Bill said gloom#ly. He told them about the meetYing. “Mr. Skelton wasn't so bad,| | J : ; i “but old Peskin’s still’ sore as a |’ 3 : k ne I : Z 7 2 = 3 i T™ : V/ !

boiled owl.” : %* Drowsy said shrewdly, “You've got sone thing on your side, Bill. Both #Peskin and Skelton are tight-fisted. “They’ll have to pay Landis for the est of the season. If hey can a dskimp somewhere else they may do|| ¥ \ - @t. They can ‘hire ibn less| |: : h \ Fi CENTER,

dmoney than an out-of-tdwn coach.” :| | == ¢ Helen looked at the clock: It was| |=

nearly" 10. “I'm awfully, nervous, | | of BETTER L-LOST HIM Z7-TH Bill.” Ray | E “3 Cope. 1940 by United Peature Syndicate, Ine. is HAR HIS TH WAY T' anes i “Just the same, I'm glad you're| : R CLIFF = B-BUT HE HAINT “here,” Bill said. “I'll mix| up some . “We only handle complaints. concerning our store, Madam, but cokes.” Drowsy moved ta let him| I AM sorry that your feet hurt!” ‘pehind the fountain. i They sat in silence, sipping their| HOLD EVERYTHING drinks, Each time the door opened sthey jumped. In a daze, Bill waited son customers. He made the wrong schange twice and put chefty syrup dn a chocolate soda. 4° At 10:30‘ Helen said, “I think it's ® good sign, Bill—Mr. Pa staydng so long. At least they haven't made a decision.” © But’ Bill didn't know. | Perhaps Jim Bansen was putting up a fight for Buck. He'd seemed pleased by “the movies. . . . But when you came ght down to it, Skelton and Peskin 7 ould make the final decision. » A | 2 loud, a * BR Sf CG ill's thoughts. Bullethead Peskin gr 4 : AD --- THEY VE D N NE B WNS swaggered into the store with Dot| | : cy [ : oa TAKEN DAD.’ : aE 2 he SH : yb] Seu 2 RN Skelton. She frcze Bill and his Be 0 a a XX ME HERE / THEM THREATEN TO KILL NOT A SOUL ¥riends with a haughty glance. 2 DAD/ . Bullethead hammered on the table And made himself generally oboxious. But tonight Bill could not Je baited. © Helen's eyes blazed. “They ought &o0 be ashamed to treat Bill like that!” ¢ Drowsy said, “Look, Helen, here ‘tomes Peskin now! J. Conrad. is with him.” | © The two men strode importantly « ‘3nto the store. joining Dat and Bullethead at’ their table.| Julius ‘Peskin’s dour face was as close to a be = : smile as it ever came. He jerked TI Ce er , Z a, PLAN . his finger at Bill. ” 2" i . - - x “Two chocolate sodas,” he ordered, : ; \ NANCY === 4urning a magnanimous smile on . A ; Skelton. “This is my treat.’] RR ne Wit ) we A pio 2° “Thank you,” J. Conrad Skelton COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. REG. U. 5 PAT, OFF. J 5 Said pomperisly “All that talking “He's on a sitdown strike for longer hours.” & X NIGHTMARE 7 : WAS SSL N as made my throat dry.’ gm : 4 y ’ a 3 “Why don’t they say something?” > © NIGHTMARE == Drowsy whispered. “Why do they| FUNNY BUSINESS 2 : Su $ want to make Bill suffer?” | The four talked in low | tones, BB Ss ; j#

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utes Bill ever had spent. He was pretty sure they had decided against Ro", Buck, but until they spoke there 7 was still a chance. He moved about ; D> the fountain his mouth cotton-dry,

his hands shaking a little. : GOT YOUR REPORTS. DID A SPLENDID Y, [ WELL, DON'T LOOK FOR ANY MORE TTY] PLENTYS WAPPENING \ On Presently Skelton cleared his JOB, BOTH OF YOU. BY GEORGE, YoU DID! || PRAISE THAN THAT, WARNED : N THIS CS ATES [534, HELLO, SIs: NA) amd throat. “Mentor, will you Step over J THANKS rr “| vou BOTH TO EXPECT LITTLE THE PROBLEM IS WHERE—| OF WHAT 2... MURDER GOOD here - please?” v ; MONEY, NO GLORY, AND ENDLESS OF HALF A DOZEN PLACES~| WEANENS, NO! WHY, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE ! ‘He knew what was coming. DANGER. YOU HAVE THE SAT~ _1.SHOULD SEND YOU RIDICUL OU Ss Ad — Sh . S 'L “My boy,” Skelton said, “you and \SFACTION OF SERVING YOUR | n T REALIZE HOW 8 Ea iN: F Coiek your father gave a good show. We COUNTRY, THATS ALL : Gs my wr Ce A RIAAERT Fa RAM T Ol

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on the board appreciate the effort expended.” Skelton continued: “Several members were favorably impressed. I myself feel that your fathér is ca.pable. However, in view of certain past actions of your own, opposition to the appointment was epicountered.” “But that’s not fair, sir,” Bill said grimly.” “Oh, yes, it is!” Peskin rilled. “He raised. you, Mentor. If his in- ‘ ; . Aluence a you a bully, haw can INOS RIE 7 M ' we trust him to handle our sons?” . | | Poor . WELL, HE HELPED EDrowsy Peters emitted a snort . NOW GO ON HE'S IN A JAM == NOW ITS MY TURN g. Lrowsy 2 : 1 > “Certainly we can read—it says ‘Go’ from where we are!” HOME BEFORE 1 E SOM! WITH HILDA, TO HELP as at mein a. Skelton, that] i Cal Te Cops. | | commotion | gust secast Tap | NN * Buck won't be hired?” THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson JOU FAT LUNHEAD 1150s Ee jet Se RUN YOU. IN /

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His words dropped into a mean- i ingless quaver of sound. Bill saw yh Rad [ the fear in Skelton's eyes and fol-| [SEE lowed his gaze. - A man stood in the doorway. Big and bulky, his ! | ——y : face hidden by a burlap sack with i , y ; i : . : 5 an \ : i / : ‘holes cut in it: He held a pistol. | FF \ ‘ ¥ 5 . Ps “Reach high,” he commanded : i OE a A h, harshly. “This is a ey : il ih Hil ) > | p= . : RL TONAL C/ Bill's first thought was of Helen, BE FROM | fri ni 2 j ile Ee R257 RUE but the sack bandit's attention was ATRER Te g), | ) E——E\ 705560) fixed on the adults: Speechless, the | WHICH TOOK A LLL J ; oz Z \ > CE EA Ti A TT Eg ) AG

"two pillars of the board raised their : AU hands. Dot's face was creamy with 774A 3 fright. ; (CEES 3 “you!” The man jerked His gun - 777 AR at Bill. “Empty the till.” = (77 Aa Ce Bill moved toward the cash reg- N) LAE {ster. There was nearly a hundred (ro dollars in the drawer. He tried to think of something to do, but his mind was blank. He fumbled with the money. “Quit stalling, kid,” the [bandit growled, There was an instant’s silence in \ which Bill could hear the bandit’s 1940 heavy breathing. Then the silence VOPR. 1840 8Y NEA BRVIGE, WO, . -

was broken by a strange sound. It yA AVERAGE z “Z, was like the sobbing note of ja har- : EN . ; monica. Jk ot | = ’ 1 = & I Bill shot a glance over his shoul- ; 1 der. He saw Dou Skelton jump to NE =o ; her feet, her mouth open in terrof. : A , gre : . . - . In : i ane wns 00 sees 0 Ab Henrys NER] Fea N ou somo Bess = mia sen = TPS i : A YEAR. ; 2 5 < fen : : gnarl. His trigger finger tightened WHY-- THAT'S INY J HE'S TOO BUSY TO | | AWFULLY HARD-BUT HE ) HIS ONN WORK-'BATH- |] GAL~HE'S GONE HAYWIRE 2 MMM=~ Ff 7% <3 : BUT WHAT'S IT GOT T0/00 . Br rl ais Nw YL: \ | DON'T BELIEVE THE BOY rr’ WORK. HES ON A ~ | | JUST HASN'T The TALENT | LESS AN BECKY” Will. || HE WROTE THE ADDRESS OTHAT 7 2070 : WH ME? han Eg ta het = a | HOULD DO A THNG LL weekeEND Joust: | [CAL HAS Tis STUFF 15) BE RUINED ary 4 GONNA 4 e drove forw n LIKE HATZ" eT 5 tackle. The bandit turned too late. : Tore 3 : 9 ] Su 2 Bill caugnt him hard and low. Then gr : - w— :

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put the fingers pressed relentlessly. As the room began to swim before his eyes. Bill heard a bony thud.

The fingers relaxed, | swer questions, but J. Conrad Skel-|don’t propose to insult him by offer- # a = | ton surprised Bill with his state-|ing meney. There is but one way Bill shook his head to clear it. He {ment to the police: to repay the boy, and I intend to saw Drowsy Peters, still clitching “These boys deserve credit. They| take it!” ! the jagged neck of a broken bottle, | were just as frightened as we were,| Skelton crossed the store with looking down at the bandit, who lay |but, unlike ourselves, acted in spite|brisk steps. His pomposity had van-

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hol. When the police had gone, Bill|arm. i Bill hugged his friend. “You were began tp sweep up the broken glass.| “Youre a brave lad,” he said ALES swell, Drowsy,” he choked. Skelton ‘and Peskin were in a hud-|kindly. “You can forget what I said 2 J CRE AM ABOVE, With a ‘grin.ef admiration, both |dle at ths rear of the store. Finally | before that bandit entered. I'll drop ; WwW poys turned toward the rear (of the |Bill heard Skelton say emphatically: |in and have a talk with your father § : : : : HOLESO M E store. Helen Welch was at the tele-| “I must go against you, Julius.| tomorrow morning.” = i : a i MIL , L Wi ‘| . phone calling the police. | |Young Mentor saved my daughter's. WB aif ) ppc | y ‘MIL K BE O\ ““A squad car arrived promptly.|life. You can’t tell me that a boy 4 : ; Srl Peskin sulkily to an- vely is a bully, I} d