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MONDAY, MARCH 17,

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1941

—By Raeburn Van Buren

THE FACT THAT.

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rofl DUMB ENOUGH TO TAKE ORDERS TO KILL THATS THE TROUBLE WITH THAT FATHERLAND OF YOURS-YOU LITTLE PEOPLE LET THE BIG DO THE THINKIN’

ANYBODY.

IT MAY BE COCKEYED AND

HERE---WE LITTLE PEOPLE-~WE THINK THINGS OUT OURSELYES--AND OUR ‘BIG GUY” TAKES HIS ORDERS FROM US ! THAT'S LIBERTY, “LITTLE FRITZ" INEFFICIENT

BUT ITS WONDERFUL /- 30 LONG

DOLLARS COMIN’ TO YE 2 | HOPE YE INVEST IT WISELY, MON

GIVE IT TO My BECKYSOS SHE CAN MARRY HER SLATS

SERIAL STORY —

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

SATURDAY --Reassured by her new-

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found friend, Beatrice makes it safely |

to the station. She finds herself ad miring the courage of these people she has never known walk along the the where Beatrice works. She

sireet, girl is jobless, ton's — Beatrice's store — they might hire

CHAPTER SIX

own Beatrice there!

FOR A MOMENT, Beatrice Hunt- |

ington Davenport could only stare strange girl with the dark chestnut hair and the eagerly | helpful eyes. She an insane] impulse to giggle. But then, dizzily, she thought,| “Who has even seen me at that| store? Only the French vendeuse in the Import Salon. And one or two models who have tried on numbers | Jor me. ..... i It seemed incredible but searched her was true Mathilde, w sal and her animated har there was no one in the entire ¢ t floors of Huntington's who, meeting her on| the street, could say positively, “There's Miss Daven | She went back to the last time she'd been in the store. She remembered walking from the car through the street door, getting in the elevat She'd worn her silver foX greatcoat, but there's been another customer in the elevator silver fox, too. | On the fifth there'd been cause Mlle. Mathilde “Miss Davenport is here.” But Mlle Mathilde knew Beatrice liked to select in privacy and had tactfully blocked off a cream-satin nook with a screen. There, tall, slinking mannequins had wandered in and out, displaying the latest in black with silver, which was what Beatrice] fancied for the Thurmans’ party. | Mille. Mathilde had murmured in| her ear, “Tres chic. You will enjoy this!” and “Exquisite. It will be] ravishing on you!” | The girl she had met in tf way was asking curiously, the matter? Don't of Huntington's?” “I've never sold any trice said warily “Dont’ fret,” have a lovely

at this slim,

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floor,

he sub- | “What's | vou like the idea |

thing,” Beasaid the girl. “We| training department. | Whether you've ever sold anything] or not, Huntington's makes you take | the training course, They make you | come in at 8 o’clock—and you don't get paid extra, either—so you can have 45 minutes before the store opens, listening to the Huncington notions on store service.” { “1 see.” “If vou've never worked in another | store, then you have nothing to unlearn. Because, let me tell you right | now, Huntington's has their own] way of doing Pnings.” » » ” y THEY WERE on Ful ton St Neon lights glittered-—red, blue green. Beatrice saw the signs Chinese restaurants, halls, radio stores; the canopy of a movie palace; lighted displa) windows. She had never beer » before. They went into a noisy cafeteri: The long serving sectio: revelation to Beatrice. your tray and chromium bars past moun salads. At the coffee urns, you took 10 of the filled cups that slopped over a little as the attendant aI it toward you. There were piles of Danish pastry, doughnut cupcakes. So much food confuse Beatrice. Meekly, 16 took two sugared doughnuts — ause the girl took them. Bov!” called this amazing girl who worked in Huntington's. A shuffling man in a white coat approached, gathered up the soiled dishes, gave the table a halfhearted wipe, and departed. “What do you say?” the girl asked, as she put sugar in her coffee. “Want to try at Hunting- | ton's? She stirred her coffee, made a face. “But you don’t even know my name! I'm Toby Masters.” Beatrice balanced a spoonful of| sugar over the bowl, carefully.! “I—I'm Bee Davis,” she answered | steadily “Glad to know you, Bee!” | They drank their coffee, dunked | their doughnuts, and Beatrice felt | a dizzy little recklessness seeping through her But it was still back, if she grew now she could get up, leave this | cafeteria, leave Toby Masters. | The tingling recklessness m-| oreased, became a fever.

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ANSWER-—They’re buying hats.

“Don’t go back,” she told herself. | for a rainy day, but for a hurri“Burn more bridges. Cut the 1258 | cane.”

{ retreat.’

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“That’s the way I felt,” Beatrice

SHE LOOKED across the table at Said.

Toby Masters, and said quietly,

“And of course vou won't want

“It's nice of you to help me get 10 spend it until you actually get

The only thing iswhere I'll stay

a job, Toby. know tween now and tomorrow ing. room.” Toby Masters gasped.

warm have no place to go? dreamed, on the subway. . . I was

sympathy.

seemed so sure of yourself. Almost” she smiled apologetically—‘ ‘almost snobbish. “I can see now that worried. I know how it is.

you were

nose in the air, trying hard to look as if I owned the earth. So no one will guess I am worried.” She leaned forward confidential“Sometimes, when I'm awfully blue, I go into a store and try on fur coats!” Then she became very businesslike. “But you've got vo have somewhere to go! Haven't you any money?” With a pang, Beatrice remem- | bered the roll of hills in her brown |suede handbag. She said slowly, “I have some money. I—I've been afraid to spend it. I can’t explain, exactly, but it was as if that money was all T had between myself and —and whatever might happen. Do you see? So I didn't pay my room | rent.” Toby Masters nodded. “I can understand that, too. When I was lout of a job, I held out $20 and [told myself no matter what happened I wouldn't touch it. That $20 was. the last ea fund. Not

When | I'm worried, I walk along with my|

be-| | Hunt ington’s. morn- | we don’t really know. No, you must You see, I—I was turned out not spend you last ditch fund. Look,

{a job. I'm sure they'll take you at

But just the same,

[I've got a little apartment in Flat-

Her brown | bush, girl with |But we have a studio couch in the “You living room. Come and spend the Oh, I never night with us!”

I share it with another girl.

“Oh, I couldn't impose! I had

watching you, you know. You| | expected to p-pay for a r-room to-

{night, really I had.” “Well, now you don't have to!” Toby Masters got up, her eves shining. She pushed her hat down more firmly on her glossy chestnut hair, grabbed the two punched checks and said, “Come on. We'll take the trolley to Flatbush. Wait till Vera sees what I picked in a subway accident!” (To Be Continued)

(All evenis, names and charaeters in this story are fictitious.)

HEBREWS TO HAVE

TOWN HALL MEETING

A town hall meeting will be held at the Sabbath eve service, Friday, at 8 p. m, in the temple of the Indianapolis Hebrew Congregation. “The Synogog and the Challenge to Democracy” will be discussed by Joseph Baerncopf, Allan Bloom and Sultan Cohen, Dr, Harry A. Jacobs will preside and the brotherhood will read the prayerbook services. The program is in accordance with suggestions of the Union of American

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REWARD

YEAH THE MAGIC BELT.

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