Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 August 1941 — Page 20

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YESTERDAY: Barbara Chase bemoans the fact that all the men in her set are uninteresting, lack mascufinity. Her uncle, Hank Chase, wealthy oil man, living with his niece in New York, tells her that maybe he can provide some masculinity in the form of Chief Leaping Water, whose other name fs Dugan’ Blake and who is coming te visit Hank. Barbara is suspicious, but she agrees to help entertain their Indian guest. When he arrives the following day, she is pleasantly surprised to find him a dark, handsome young man.

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CHAPTER TWO CHIEF LAUGHING WATER—oOr Dugan Blake—was something of a shock to Barbara Chase. She had expected—well, anyhow, this wasn't what she expected. “Beautiful flowers you have there,” he remarked as they walked up the steps. “A perfect complement for a lovely lady.” She looked up startled, but his face was expressionless. “Say—for an Ind—I mean, you "do well on the flattery on short notice, don't you?” Again the faint smile. Mdian—yes.” Uncle Hank, supervising the unloading of Dugan’s baggage, glanced at them and chuckled. Raising a favorite niece had its moments, and maybe he was heading for quite a few of them, all at once. He was even more certain of it a few minutes later when Sue Bishop's convertible screeched to a stop outside. Sue was a tall, pertnosed blond who had been a schoolShe was, in fact,

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UNCLE HANK flashed a startled Jook upstairs, wondering if Dugan had heard. Probably not, though. He was in his room. Sue burst into Barbara's room like a tornado on the upgrade. “Hey, what's this all about?” she inquired, tossing herself on the bed. “You were out when I called before, but Charles told me the household is getting set to welcome a redskin.” “Charles as usual was the wellinformed butler,” Barbara muttered. "He was right. Uncle Hank thinks I ought to share the white man’s burden.” “The which , , ..>” Barbara explained. “But,” she concluded, “things may not be so bad. Mr. Chief Leaping Water, or Dugan Blake, if you will, is just about the best-looking male ever to set food on these or any grounds in the vicinity. “Furthermore,” she added, heading for the shower, “he seems to have a pretty good veneer of civilization. Never can tell, though, when hell revert to the tomahawk stage.” “It’s him, not you, I'm worried about. Bet the poor boy wishes he'd never left his reservation or toupee, or whatever it is Indians live in. When do I meet him?” “Tomorrow night. I think well start things off by throwing a party for him at the Starlight Terrace.” Sue whistled. “The Starlight Terrace—for his debut.” Barbara winked. “Ought to be good.” ® = =

BARBARA cast an appraising eye over Dugan Blake as she walked between him and Uncle Hank to the dining room. She didn’t think an Indian could look 80 nice in a gray flannel suit and brown and white shoes. He noticed her look. “I dont really feel comfortable dressed like this,” he admitted. “Your uncle— Mr. Chase sent me a list of the things I'd need in the way of clothes, but personally I'd rather wear cerduroys and boots.” “How naive,” she smiled. “Oh, by the way,” she continued, noting the glint in his eye. “I've arranged to show you some of New York's famed night life tomorrow.” She turned to her uncle. “Uncle Hank, I hope you included dinner dothes in your instructions. We're having a party for Chief—I mean Dugan—at the Starlight Terrace tomorrow.” Uncle Hank looked at her suspiciously. “Not wasting much time, are you? Starlight Terrace, hey?” “Do you mean itll be formal?” Dugan broke in innocently. “I think maybe I can manage. Yes,” he said musingly, “I think I have some forr ” hs

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BARBARA CHASE suddenly began to suspect that Chief Leaping Water had a lot more polish than her Uncle Hank had given her to believe, “This party tomorrow night” Dugan said, “will there be many people there?” “Oh, yes,” brightly. friends.” “Do you think they will find me interesting?” - “Of course. That's the idea, you know. They haven't met anyone like you before.” Dugan sighed. “The poor red man . . . always on exhibition.” “Oh, I didn’t mean that.” Yet even as she said it, she knew he didn’t believe her. There was mocking glitter in his glance as he searched her face coolly. Dugan turned to Uncle Hank, “I should be used to the public gaze by now, though, shouldnt I, Mr. Chase?” Uncle Hank coughed nervously. “Yes, Dugan , , . er, yes, you certainly should, but really, I don’t think Barbara meant that.” Dugan turned back to Barbara. His mouth was still smiling but his eyes were not. Barbara couldn't suppress the slight chill which crept up her spine. “I trust I shall find your friends just as interesting,” he said. “But then, aren't they—what do you call it?>—members of the 5002” Barbara stiffened. “It’s 400 . , .

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was getting some enjoyment out of it. ‘Oh... 400. I was giving them more credit than they deserved, was I not?” Uncle Hank, almost choking in his water glass, got to his feet. “I think we ought to get some of that air on the veranda.” Inwardly boiling, Barbara walked with them to the rambling porch overlooking the spacious grounds of the Chase estate. (To Be Continued)

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2 MORE FROM CITY JOIN THE MARINES

Two more Indianapolis young men have taken the oath of the Marine Corps and are now in training. They are Jack E. Gosnell, 2131 W. Morris St., and James E. Franklin, 1431 Jones St. Indiana furnished eight other men to the Marine ranks. They are William F. Davidson Jr., Mitchell; Arthur J. Dobbels, Attica; Sidney M. Smith, Yoder; Robert W. Blundell, Ft. Wayne; John R. Hall, Rockville; Gerald G. Howard, Oxford, and Franklin H. Haas, Richmond.

OPEN HOUSE MARKS 50TH ANNIVERSARY

Mr. and Mrs. William Porter Sproule, 2081 N. Delaware St. will celebrate their golden wedding anniversary tomorrow with an open house at the home of a son, John W. Sproule, 4520 Manlove Ave., from 8 p.m to 10 p. m. Mr. and Mrs. Sproule were born

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