Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 April 1941 — Page 45

FRIDAY, APRIL 4, 1941

ABBIE AN' SLATS

AS THE TRAIN ROLLS ON TO WORD PASSES BETWEEN THE

HOLLYWOOD NOT A FOUR STRANGERS

IN THE ORSERVATION CAR. NOT EVEN A GLANCE UNTIL AT PRECISELY THE SAME INSTANT-TWO PAPERS ARE LOWERED--TWO PAIRS OF EYES MEET

SERIAL STORY—

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

Thursday Beatrice is determined fo face Rruce Sheldrake, demand changes in store operation. But Anthony comes from his conference defeated. The merchandise manager laughed at the Big Jdea. But Anthony isn't quitting. He'll get proof. And Bee realizes that she has to have proof for her changes in the store or she will be laughed at, too. For the first time she realizes the responsibility her money has brought upon her, CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO THROUGH the long afternoon he enormity of her problem stayed with her. That night, as she punched her time card, one of the line of hurrying girls in dark store dresses and cheap coats, she thought, “these girls need me. I've got to help them! I've got to help Anthony.” : Anthony was waiting for her outside the employees’ entrance. Tobv Masters, who always left the store with Beatrice, cried: "You look like a man who wants to get plastered.” Anthony said werent for Bee 20 out on the town toni figh as a kite.” And you'd have a hangover in the morning that would kill you,” said Toby. “Not to mention getting fired, Beatrice added. Yet his anguished hard to bear! “Anthony, why brate tonight? to get tight whoopee! man Who

violently: “I it 1 certainly would gnt.

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| THIS CURIOUS WORLD |

I] DID NOT ORIGINATE IN THE WEST.” | | IT WAS FIRST USED IN

OF DESPERADOES WHO | | PLUNDERED CATTLE FROM | | FARMERS DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR.

\ CONNECTION WITH A BAND

kick as if it were a medal of honor. |

Let's dance and make merry the deuce with disappointment.” Toby promptly seconded the motion I've been aching for a really big night for months!” She hopped up and down, squealing delightedly “What a chance to drag out the Great Stone Face! Look, I'll tell him youre throwing the party, Anthony. Ch, I know you're broke, I'll pay you our share. But if I tell him it's your party, he can’t turn me down, see? Leaving things up to him seem to have gotten nowhere, so—"

{ She grinned impudently, “I'm nuts |

about the boy. Come on, let's go

home and, I'll phone him and get

all rigged up— “I've never heard of any Great Stone Face before,” Beatrice said slowly. “Who is he?”

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“HE'S A HANDSOME blizzard. A frozen glacier. A human adding machine. He's controller's office, my sweet. What do you think I've been doing while vous and Anthony cooed over the lunch plates in the cafeteria? I've been throwing myself at his head, that's what I've been doing. He always eats in a dark corner near the kitchen, with a book on higher mathematics. I've heen tossing the

in tha in 1€

book under the table and offering barging in after the show started. at who's table, or who was dancing!

him Toby instead, and he's been very politely and stubbornly refusirg to have any.” “Toby, yon shock said “Oh, he likes me, don’t fret! He thinks I'm wonderful. He even admits I'm good looking. “I think you deserve a party,” Anthony commented. “All right, we're throwing a party.” Never in her life had Beatrice known quite so impromptu a party. Anthony went home with them on the subway. Toby phoned her boy friend and Vera phoned Terry.

me,” Anthony

“Bring a& razor for Anthony. He,

looks like a mattress.” Dinner was slapdash and merry. Terry arrived with the razor. “Stolen. I can’t afford electric shavers.” The two men sat on the sofa and read the newspaper while they pretended not to notice as each girl trekked to and from the shower. At 8 o'clock, the doorbell rang. announcing Toby's Great Stone Face. She cautioned Terry five times, between the bedroom and the door, not to “get gay” with her friend. ant. leading a tall boy with a thin, bony face and red hair. “Handsome!” thought “Toby must have it bad!” But when Sam McArdle smiled, she understood. We might as well get going,” Terry said, after the introductions were over. “We've got half an hour before the curtain and it's a long ride.” They ran all the way from the subway station to the theater, but they were late. It was two flights up to their seats, and people com-

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“No consideration! Where do they think they are, in the orchestra?” | ” 4 n DURING INTERMISSION, Toby and Vera hung over the rail, gazing down enviously at the brilliance of | the fur capes, satin and sequined evening gowns, and diamond bracelets of the sirens in the orchestra. Beatrice sipped a warm orangeade from a paper cup contentedly, and | smiled at Anthony. She knew the] orchestra crowd. This was better, | It was an uproarious musical comedy, with tunes that lingered after the last curtain fell. “And now,” said Toby: the Danceteria.” | “The—what?” { “It’s a night club, really,” Toby | explained with dignity. “Only you tote a tray. Dinner and drinks and | dancing and a swell orchestra and | better than Fifty-Second Street |any night!” The Danceteria was a revelation. It was done in red, with.-a Spanish motif as eye-shocking as the zebra stripes at the night club with which | Beatrice was more familiar, There |

“On to

Then she came back radi- Were tables, all crowded, and a red head hovering close to Toby's

|dance floor that was jammed al- | thought it was larger than any |

Beatrice. | night club dance floor had a right ply got to dance. Right now!” to be. |

The most important thing about | the Danceteria was its democracy. | {Black ties mingled with dark blue] serge, and sport dresses swayed | right next to white tulle. "The cheerful sound of happy voices was [strangely different from the occa{sional shrieks Beatrice remembered. | There was no recurrent shriiling of, |“How perfectly divine!” “My dear, can you bear it?” No one seemed tc be concerned with who stopped

| Any

with who's wife. Nowhere in sight was there any-| thing that faintly resembled the most publicized debutante of the | season, or the most sought-after] eligible male. No candid cameras clicked under flash bulbs. Beatrice) saw no columnists sitting at re-| served tables.

But the thing that was most striking of all was the fact that| everybody here was so young and | so transparently happy! “Anthony, do you see any gray-haired men?) over-dressed divorcees? Any actresses, even? Actors?” Anthony said, “I see a lot of shipping clerks. And section managers, like me.” “It’s wonderful,” she cried. “Anthony, it's marvelous! I'm so glad] we had this party!” She watched a girl at the next table scuffle good-naturedly with a boy over the possession of some snapshots. She watched Vera poking Terry and whispering, “Don’t spend too much.” She saw Sam McArdle’s

chestnut curls. “I'm so happy, Anthony, I've sim-

(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

DRIVER GETS BAD START SHERIDAN, Wyo, (U. P.)..—-When 3-year-old Clark Anton climbed into his father’s car, parked in the business section, he stepped on the starter and the car—which was in gear—started to move. It crossed the street, and ran inte two other machines, gamaging both.

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BY GEORGE! NOT BAD! NOW, EASY, 1 RELIEVE YOU SPEAK SPANISH. YOU TRAPPED HELGA WOLFE BY USING A SPANISH ACCENT. LET'S HEAR IT

[ THERE! HES A LIVING REPLICA OF THE MAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

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ONE OF THEM IS LARD SMITH, WHO DOESNT STUDY HIS LATIN, BUT WHO SEENS TO HAVE ABSORBED THE NEW LANGUAGE QUITE EASILY !

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