Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1942 — Page 17

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‘Tambay Gold’

By Samuel Hopkins Adams

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SO YA WANT ME TO FIX | YER TOASTER, F EW ?

I WONDER IF HE REALLY CAN FIX THINGS ?

WELL --- HERE IT IS, LATER ( NANCY == ALL FIXED AND WRAPPED UP LIKE NEW. __

DOESN'T POP UP WHEN THE STORY: Mom Baumer, 18 years IT'S FINISHED on the read with her trailer “Feederfa™ stops at ran-dowa Tambay Plantation, | wangies a night's lodging from Jane Ann Judson, last of the aristocratic Maurie ime. Mom recalls fond and envieus memories of Tambay from her days with 5 corny shew, decides she'd like to park her trailer there for awhile,

CHAPTER TWO i “WHAT DO I owe you?” I asked] her, figuring I'd better pay for a| night's lodging at Tambay if I in| . tended to set up shop there. : “Nothing.” She set down a nice string of mottled perch. “That isnt business,” I told “Tm a business woman and is a business eall.” NA F “What kind of business?” i eat Hoh 1543 BY R NET S “Vittles.” — She drew down her brows at me; in a funny, cute, puzzied way. | ‘Do you un a traveling grocery or something?” | “Not exactly. Heres my style and | Quality.” I handed her my business | card. a small copy of the road-can-vas I hung out wherever I settled in| for trade. i

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—By Fred Harman YeS. LITTLE BEAVER / NOW

| RED RYDER

[ARAN EMPORIUM OF T-E GAME \/ OF CHANCE ! WILL YOU BE LONG g N YOUR DUTIES ROR HE CHARMNG DUCHESS °K

FEAR NOT, MY BOY! IN OLD KENTOCKY ) ) TE JULEPS ARE SUCKLEDON A POKER CHIP AND WEANED ON AN INSIDE STRAIGHT!

ABOLT AN HOUR, COLONEL | QULEP, BUT DON'T LET OUR L\QCAL CARD SHARPS CATCH YOU J WITH AN ACE LP, YOUR SLEEVE ©

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“They're trying to wreck the morale of my squad again!”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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Stop & Eat

at THE FEEDERIA Everything of the Best. Sandwiches with a Soul. Coffee with Character. Yum-yum Pancakes and Succulent Sausage. i » 3 Hoppinjohn from Befo’ CI. a — de Wah 7% like Grandma to Bake

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“Has that hasn't it?” I said “Ouch!” she said. “Feederia!” “Feed-EAR-1a.” I said. “Spanish accent but good, American cooking. | Come over and look at the grub-! wagon.” Over the years, I've put a lot of thought and work into my layout. | I don't believe theres anything! better on wheels. Jane Ann took! it all in—table with benches to hold 12 at a pinch, stove with a collapsible tin chimney at one end and | a washboiler underneath, the plates and cups racked along the walls, and sn overhead troliey, my own invention, for carrying filled orders. E “Its the neatest thing I ever saw ir v life,” she said. { - yy x pe is standing room | © A signed work of art by Welli-| looked startled for he went on kind for its four wheels” I said. “What er University, warmly inviting me | of hurriedly. “Insects, you know. do vou sav and everybody eise to keep out.|It keeps them off.” But this it a side road,” she said. [Stared me in the face. I pushed| “Are you going to be here right “Nothing much comes through|0PeR the gate and the worker along?” I asked. Bere” {looked up. | “No,” he said. "My month is up “It'll be coming.” * = = {in a few days. Then I go back to “How do you know?”

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WRESTLE WITH YOUR. —_— CONSCIENCE ALL NIGHT/ SAN RD VA A SLEEPLESS NIGHT ~~ x CAN BE PARTIAL’ NN ATONEMENT /

WE'LL SAVE THE LECTURING UNTIL AFTER BREAKFAST! You KNOW vou DISOREYED ME, SO

I NEEDN'T REMIND

WELL, PoP, I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME BOTH BARRELS, SO LETS WHIP INTO IT AND THEN GET SOME SKHUT-EVYE /

at THe ProviNe eROUND FOR | NEW BATTLESHIPS IS FAR OUT AT SEA, WITH NO GROUND IN SIGHT” Sive FRANK FERENS, VONKERS , N.Y. ;

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{my classwork. But I expect to be R|r ot Nae i ios | working here week-ends. Those are I Cs 8 yoke £1] vers fine batter cakes, Mrs. Baurher. “IT'S MY business to know about| 00 a, OUSe Of} “Sour milk,” I said. “Ready to roads and what runs on ‘em. There's| , Above the waist he wore a serve any time.” of sun-glasses. | “I'l remember that,” he said.

pair a short cut booked through here to hook oy with the main route 30) Good afternoon, Prof,” I said. | I figured that I'd ‘maybe won me

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wo iibs stouikis ; i! He leaned on his pick. “How do a boarder. niles south” J oo I DN Tou: you do?” he said. "Didn't you see! ithe sign?” | “Sure, I saw the sign,” I said. {“But Welliver University needn't istand on formality with a neighbor. iI just dropped in to tell you that {lunch will be served in the dining car at 12, noon.” | “Thank you,” he said. “I brought ‘my own. “In that case,” I said. “hail and farewell.” | “You aren't by any chance one of imy dear little pupils masquerading {for an initiation stunt, are you?” he asked. “Qld Mon Baumer, as advertised,” | I said, and handed out my card. “Thank you,” he said. “Come over and t{y the menu,” I said. “It's on the house this time.” I put up a first-class feed for him and he liked it. As a conversational-| {ist he was hard going. But I dredged out of him that he was Assistant Professor of Amerind Ethnology over at Welliver, on a special assignment to excavat: for relics. . “There must be a reason for whiskers like yours, Professor.” ” ;

Look. Heres Tambay. Two hoots and & holler down-creek the new bridge goes in. There'll be a detour set within a couple of weeks that'll begin to divert the traffic to Start a classy feederia here and voure set. It may not be a sight draft on the U. S. Treasury, but it ain't hay, either. By the way, who's the Hairy Ainu and why do you keep him In a stockade?” “Oh.” she said, “he won't bother you. Hes an Indian-digger.” “You dont mean a Digger Indian, do you?” “Hes a professor or something at Welliver University.” “Did he just happen in and build that picket fence around him?” “No, theres some sort of ancient lease that gives the university a right to dig holes in my property.” : “You don't like it. do you?” “Not much. But theres nothing I can do about it.” “What say we go over vestigate him?” She shook her head. terested. I don't like whiskers. You talk to him.” Ri 1 Cy Bs

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The hour after lunch I put in looking around the plantation. The grand old place was all gone to seed

It didn't seem right for anything as young and fresh and vivid as Jane Ann Judson to be buried in the landslide. One of the things I had to find out was why she was there all by herself. So I invited her to supper. (To Be Continued) (All events, names and characters in this

story are fictitious)

PDQ NOT SO FAST

BOSTON, Jan. 7 (U. P.) —The newest Government agency is PDQ. and . . . not so fast! The Government's PDQ means permanent defense at Quonset, a new war establishment at ‘the Quonset, R. I, naval air station.

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