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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES |

SATURDAY, MARCH 15, 1941

ABBIE AN' SLATS PRT YEVE KILLED AY BEST PAL AN’.

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WORST ENEMY ¢ ST

«By Raeburn Van Buren

STOP GRIPIN'AND YANK THIS OVERSIZED TOOTH: PICK OUTA MY BACK *

STEEL |S KBERECT” THIS GAVE ME THAT NVMPN- LIKE FIGGER THAT YOU BOYS WAVE BEEN ADMIN

SERIAL STORY

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

YESTERDAY war Beatrice tries to fAgure if she is happy deny the lights ge out The car stops short The girl suggests thera mar be danger of a riot. A trainman arrives, fells the passengers to walk back to the station. Beatrice is terrified. I cant, I can’t”

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CHAPTER FIVE “OH. YES, YOU can!” gaid cheerfully “You can de the things vou have to. Get hold of me That's it. Jump Come on, jump!’ holding back her fear an effort that was like warding off a physical blow, Beatrice clung to the girl. She closed her eves for a tiny The narrow black catwalk the tracks, the swift thought horrible it must be to the the

the girl ajlwavs

now to the catwalk Her set,

teeth

with

1 unaqer wheels of an oncoming train Then she jumped, and the jar of hex the wooden walk shocked through her. It brought common sense with it, and a quick,| steadying sanity I'm all right, “Sorry | I was silly.” Multiply it by a few honey, and you've got a riot plied the girl. She laughed your chin up.” The river, was black and damp faced people, feeling their to the station that must where ahead. were silent tious “What's a the as they are, here now Once

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she stumbled on her. “Be careful! Ag if it really mattered to her. Beatrice peered through the murkiness “But I'm a perfect stranger.” she thought. “Why should she care?” o N = SHE NEVER knew how long it was she walked in darkness, in that narrow file along the catwalk Minutes. Hours. Perhaps a lifetime. All she knew was that some truth she had glimpsed, sitting in her car and watching the anonymous throng pushi t | came more clear and more gible, here in th Hearteningly tion ahead gleamed througl darkness at las A little sigh of relief went th humans, tun f- 4 Beatrice. “Land ahead! i How gallant she was! The people ahead of them went faster Soon ould see that! they were going up a lit | way. They were on the It was light, and they were encouragement ‘Simple ; it!” a man eried Come on y few steps now” Reatrice and the girl with mounted the steps, too thanksgiving washed trice. They were safe The girl with whom she walked in the tunnel said, “Retur to normal Come on, let's out into the fresh air! Most of the crowd was staving, though Fretful now. thev were demanding, “Ain't there goin’ to be no more trains? We want to get home tonight! On the stairs going treet, Beatrice paused a moment “I feel as though a steam roller had gone over me.” she confessed The girl said, “Me, too. I hove there's a place around where we can get some coffee.” =» = ”

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YE IN MEMORY 0 M'GREAT LOVE FOR TNE ARISTOCRATIC PRIN

AN' NOW, HAGG!S OLD PAL: THERE'S A COUPLA FOREIGN KILLERS WAITN'

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all equals, some |

gravel, and the girl turned to catch

astounded. |

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“It's a special lighter that doesn't work-—keeps me from breaking |

my New Year's resolution te quit smoking.

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

By William Ferguson

| SOME AMA AMMALS lil ORIGINATED ON EARTH AS DOG SIZED SPECIES, ATTAINED THE BULK OF i AN EL ESPRANT;, THEN COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED,

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RIGHTERONG ; FEMALE DRAGON-FLIES ARE CALLED. DAMSEL FLAES.,

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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WOMEN 1& TH' KIND OF CORPORALS THAT EVEN A CAPTIN CAN'T BE OVER 'EM == EVEN A GENERAL! WELL, THIS'LL. KEEP Hi OFF OF Us FER A WHILE == A LONG WHILE!

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BOY: I'M AWFUL TIRED FROM HIKING AROUND THE ZOO--AND IT'S SO WARM yg" ~

I GUESS I'LL SIT OOWN ON A ROCK AND COOL OFF!

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~—By Bushmiller

STOP THROWN TREM ROTTEN EGGS --- I'M TH' LAW!

SAVE ME FROM THAT WILDCAT, SHERIFF--- AN ILL. CONFESS © EVERYTHING /

again!

talk!

work in a store?”

through Beatrice's thin jacket. But how good it was to be in the street| How good to see the dark! sky, and the little glinting stars! It was minutes before Beatrice noticed that the neighborhood in which she found herself was distinctly peculiar, Old buildings, and dingy stores, and shabby men shuffling by on the pavement. . . . “An awful place to be marooned when you're dying for a cup of coffee,” said the girl. “If it were beer, now, Or some smoke.” “Smoke?” “It's the standby of hobos and

bums,” grinned the girl. “Alky, split |

with water.” She was looking about her with eyes that recognized and tagged the street. “We'll have to walk a couple of blocks to get anything.” Somewhere in the tunnel Beatrice had turned her ankle. It was throbing now. “My feet hurt,” she said. The girl laughed. “You should I stand on my feet all day, selling. If my feet didn’t hurt, I'd get alarmed. They'd be turning to stone, see?” “Selling?” Beatrice repeated. “You

FOR A moment the coincidence seemed incredible, That out of a city with seven million people, Beatrice, who owned Huntington's, should have picked a subway car

in which to ride and found herself side by side with a girl who worked in Huntington's, But in the next breath, she realized that it wasn't so startling, after all. Hundreds of girls worked in Huntington's, “Where do you work?" the girl was asking. Beatrice fought out of her revery. “Work? Oh! I—well—the fact is —I'm not working just now.” “I wondered,” said the girl, amazingly. “That's a good-looking outfit you've got on. But chilly.” “My—my winter coat was— shabby.” How fortunate she'd thought that out, right after she stuck her coat into the parcel locker! “Doesn't do to look shabby when you're job hunting,” the girl said. “Funny, though. If you didn't need a job, you wouldn't be looking for one. So really, they ought to give the jobs to the girls who look the shabbiest. They need it the most. Only they don't do things that way, That would be too sensible.” She turned her head and looked at Beatrice appraisingly. “I bet they'd take you on at Huntington's.

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

[ . NO, VOUD BETTER STAY YOURE HAVING ME STAY WERE TO BE OUT | SOnE 10 TRAS at TE SPIT. SWITCH: A OF DANGER, I WONT DO IT ! MAUSCOLRA , | BOARD, VICKI, IN CASE == A 9 THEN IM GONG [ HE CALLS AGAIN = \ ; WITH You

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

WELL, L FICKED UP THE PIECES AND PUT THEM TOGETHER ! 1 | HE SAID 1 Could af THR HAVE "EM === HE 1] | xepT THE MOTOR!

REMEMBER THE MAN AT THE COUNTY FAIR WHO FLEW OLD CRATES RIGHT THROUGH FRAME HOUSES ?

WHATS IN THERE

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

WE KNOWED ANYWAY, YOu GUS WAS CAN'T HANG ME | FOR JUST HOLDIN

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ON BOOT Hill 2

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"TVS! YOU KNOW GOOD AND WELL THAT HAUGCOLRA WON'T GIVE UP WITHOUT A FIGHT. HES ARMED ! HELL SHOOT! HE... HE MAY

KILL you, easy!

ER... SUPPOSE HE BRINGS A LOT O' MEN WITH HIM, VICK? HADN'T YOU BETTER WISH ME LUCK AGAINST THEM, TOO?

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a li "Huntington's. In the basement.” | you're just the type. Refined. | Beatrice caught her breath. This | Clean cut, good-looking. You don't girl worked in Huntington's! She | look broke.” worked in the store which Grand- | Her voice jeered. “They want a father had founded; the store which | salesgirl selling 50-cent gloves to kept Beatrice on Park Ave, the| look like a deb. And you do. Honstore which paid for her car and| estly, you're just the type. Let me | mink coat and the polo ponies for take vou down to Huntinglon's! 1 | Clarence. . . . What would she say,| know they'd hire you!” [if she heard Beatrice telling her, “I (To Be Continued) |own Huntington's?” Al ' She wouldn't believe it, of course, ‘At Tent Ame tition) Tt In this

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