Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 January 1942 — Page 13

SATURDAY, JAN. 17, 104% ABBIE AN" SLATS iam a i —By Raeburn Van Buren [AT EVENING IN NEW YORK CTY | AND NOW, KIDDIES, SROOGLEE SoomiNG HF Lie THAT wis LAG) NIGHT Bie NE I BRUNG A FIGHTER HOME OWN WORDS, NI BLOOD-CLROLNG | f A Ne! AMONG THE WHITE BLSTED iN THE ATTIC!

SAVAGES OF GOON! GOON! GOON'S T CAN GET HIM

PAGE 13 By Williams when A et \ GOES “TO PAINTING HER LEGS WITH [INK TO HIDE MOLES IN HER STOCKINGS AND SUCH THINGS, THAT SHOWS WHAT KIND OF A HOUSEKEEPER SHES GONG

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES OUR BOARDING HOUSE :

MARTHA, T GOT A UTTLE SUPPRISE wi DON'T LOOK J

OUT OUR WAY

I'M NOT BEING DEFIANT, BUT VOU ALMOST JUMP DOWN MY THROAT FOR THE VERY THINGS HWE JUST GETS A TIRED LOOK FOR! WHWY, TLL BET RIGHT NOW HES GOT A FOOT OF MIS STOCKINGS _LAPPED_OVER- MIS TOES TO KEEP HOLES FROM SHOWING ABOVE HIS SHOES !

a With Major Hoople IVE BEEN FEEDING CHAMPIONS V) ALL MY LIFE, JAKE HOOPLE fu 2 THEY NEVER MISE A SWING AT THE TABLE, BUT THEY'RE WILD 3) WITH THEIR PUNCHES ON pay DAY! TLL GIVE YOU AND YOUR EIGHTER A ONE CHANCE ww |E YOU FORGET THE CAGHER, BE PREPARED TO DUCK /

2 A FIENT, IT'LL DUMP A : HATEUL ©' DOUGH IN eR ; | LAB ww YOU CAN FEEL PROUD Te GAY YOU FED A _ A CHAMPION / ala AE

ry 24

A SCENE REPEATED IN MILLIONS OF AMERICAN HOMES... ~ AND WHILE THE GIANT BOA-CONSTRICTOR WAS CRUSHING THE LIFE OUT CF ME WITH Hig DEADLY COLS A KUNGRY LION, ATTRACTED BY THE T OF FRESH MEAT-- MEANING ; KIDDIES QAME DASH ING MADLY UFON THE SCENE #

NTH W \ Rae

$ z

\ 0 NN NN \ 7

”

ARTHA CHAMP, oO =

PO TO CALM me

\3 i LE

ZA i BEN

COPR. YOMR BY WEA SERVICE. TNC. T.0. MEB.0.6 PAT. OW.

WELL=MERE |

BELA, )

FISHING =

HER.

HE TOLL TF EXACHY APPARENT) SHE RESPONDS . : 7

“Serial Story ‘Tambay Gold"

By Samuel Hopkins Adams

THE STORY: Mom Baumer sets ap - eria”’ lanch wagon at ran-dowd Tambay Plantation, plans a tourist camp parinerthip with its aristocratic, ympeyerished owner. Jane Ann Judvon, Jast of the Maurtes., who for some mysterious teasen is soured on the world, Other characters: Toren Oliver, Welliver U rof digging for Tadian relics at Tamav Delf, Mom's pet skunk: Old _Swoby. Slovene refugee ‘Doc’ Oliver is harbering. lawyer Maurie Sears, in Tove with Juddy: football star Angel Todd, whe wants 6 maryy her. Angel dislikes “Dee, whes natok course he is fanking. and Mom wonder if Juddy is falling for hime. Sheriff Wollister distant “Yeft-handed’ cousin of > Mauries belfeves Ofiver after gold at Tambav.

CHAPTER ELEVEN MAURIE SEARS did fix up the

GOODNESS !-« THAT'S THE FIRST TIME SHE'S BEEN SO WILLING!

OM, NANCY -- THE SNOW'S QUITE DEEP. WOULD You

Wowty,

RAE TSA Ll En

SP —

f¢ ract a

ama cont ail TOI

—By Fred Harman

ri Maurie also felt 1t his duty as a} gentleman and a Maurie to de-| liver one brief. sad spiel about the d 1 it was

Jud- |

ABOUT TEN MILES OUT ON TE = RANGE , M8 BUCKBOARDS GONNA BREAK DOWN AND COLONEL QLLEP \& GONNA PROVE. HES A HORSEMAN, OR ==

= OR WALK ALL THE WAY BACK? SAVVY ?

7 5 PLEASURE ME AND LITHLE PG Ad a WHAT \ BEAVER ARE NN - i =) 23 3 HAY, SDH’ { SNE

and hox

{ ! {

Tambay tradition

meahing me.

! Shoe Cobh. 193 8Y SEA _ 3 REG. U.S. PAY. OF “Wot's the big idea? Didn't you get my letter of apology?”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

Ince fron a Time ws

being smeared

: I'm sorry. Maurie. But tradition | By William Ferguson docs: pay back taxes” . : |

On the way back I had an at-| tack of jitt

¢ A Look, Juddy,” I said. “It n't} too late to backtrace Say the word | and I'll tear up this scrap of paper) and forget it !

Mom

ghout vou? Have you got anything to fall back She laughed, but it ty laugh More money than you ever thought of Mom.” she sai *If I want to fall in that direction “Whats the catch®” I asked. t; h she said. “How

STS at ec 5 i 1iia o> 1

a Ann Uis

wasnt a prei-| PE \ | : : . STREAMS OF y

WELL, IM NOT &ONE TO ARGUE ABOUT (T, SISTER... IM BONE UPSTAIRS . T° ED

IEONLY T HAD J GET READY FOR OLD MAN! L WERE N A NEST =, O' SPIES! ZN > { .

¥ OM, 1 SAY! SOMEBODY TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS ¢

would you think?” I see I Well topping you? I had a “Angel?” 1 said Thats not a bad giess ghe said. and laughed again “Then we play ball?” I said “Yes: we play ball” she said = = e WE RENTED a truck and ran in a souad of backwoods homebuilders Carpenters? They were magicians Those hjlibillies made some passes, and waved a hammer and a saw in the air instead of a wand, and the tao rows of cabins came right wp out of the earth, complete with plumbing, and all inside of three weeks Wed

what's

Taare iad thought. |

said

either

| WN

at’ 3 \

AN | y

2) \l

y LM. REC U & PAT Ol

—By Blosser _

AND To THINK IT was THAT SORT OF THING THAT REPLACED HORSES!

THERE'S NOTHING © Im BROTHER /

J — iz THEN i : ow) \ ES Wi Fy JN Te ; i ; ih SOME ) BUSTED NN Jd EN THE

ANSWER—An American Indian Chief of the Ottawa tribe.

IME THE CARBURETOR ) EW TIMES, AND START WINDING |

; - YOU POUR. MOT WATER DIATOR , AND LEAVE

RA = FOR THE MANIFOLD ! J AND JACK

uk UP A REAR the total to a as little over six grand. But the outside stuff ran over our estimate By the time we were ready to open our ¢o was looking pretty sick. The first cabin was rehted before it was built. Loren Oliver took it, at $10 a week. Juddy was suspicious of the Doc. Where Tambay was concerned. she was jealous as a mother gat Resides. Angel Todd had tried hard to sell her on the proposition that Doe was a Grade A rat Economy was our watchword now Every penny we could make or save

shaded COST

. » s asl mbined pile

=e :

She opened her eves wide and! “Thats a thought” I said. “But surprised, at me. “Arent you com-| what do you know about me? I fortable in Tambay Mansion, Mom?” might not even be respectable” she said. “Are you?” she said. “Not that

“No: nor you neither,” I told her |I care” “I am too.” she said, “except when “Now, I'll tell you, Juddy.” I said. the wind comes from the north or “Theres just two kinds of people the rain from the east” {in the world, those that stay put, wasnt going to be too much to give. Look.” I saidy “Therex a dozen and those that keep moving on to Tambar Tourist Camp its swarg Windows needing glass. The roof) see whats around the next corner. Well I soon found out that my no- leaks. And a self-respecting spar- I'm the second kind. Curiosity is < of economy and Juddyry were TOW wouldn't have our plumbing in my weakness. Let your nose be hings. Just as the his nest. Cabins are weatherproof” your guide and keep close behind hillbi ishing up, I heard “Build yourself one, Mom,” she it. Thats my motto. You have to a gentle scraping under my window Said. “But not for me. Leave the loosen up on your principles a little : old house by itself?” she said. “Why, to lead that kind of life. But I Mom, it would wake up in the night! make out to hang onto my self.

/a ZI AND HER BUDDIES 1 AW FOUND 1 TUCKED LNDAW O' DOORN {TE IN MIETUN JETE'S WANMARITIN tv AN BN ST Sen TM ROLND TORN & daa’, Ba, LBMIENR, nONEN Loh \\W\=§ SARaas

dillles Wt

ohe morning. There was Juddy with a cloth bag and a trowel

“Now what?” I said “Bulbs.” she said “Where did you get em?” “I bought them in Brandon vesterdayx “Yeah?” I said were economizing.” “They only cost five dollars and a half,” she said, “And they'll be so pretty when they come out” “Forget the house, Juddy,” I said. “The thing for us to do, before the work-gang leaves, is to dig a little deeper and build ourselves a double cabin to live in. Modern and com- | fortable. Eight hundred dollars would do it” . i

“I thought we

ichanged my mind.”

jand ery for me!”

What can vou do with a gal like, that? e . ® SO I PAID off our hilibillies and they held a whoopee on white mule to celebrate the finish of the job— a swell job, too—and went back home. Juddy went out that night with Angel. They didnt get in till 2 o'clock, and next day she seemed a little down. “Mom.” she said: “You told Angel I was your niece. Why?” “Just a stall” I said. “He knows youre not.”

“Was it because you thought Ihe took up the animals. We hung

needed a gnardian?®”

“I might have, I've

then.

“Maybe I do. But not as far as stu

| respect.”

{heavy that even his trained seal lost

“I'll bet you do, Mom.” she said. “As for taking you on, gals are ne news to me. I've had my crack at the family line” ' Juddy opened her eyes wide at me. “Have you got childrgn?* “One.” I told her. “Carnie “Carnie?” she said. “Is that her name?” “Her name is Carnival. We were in that line of business when she was born. Id run away from a Jerkwater Western college that you never even heard of, to marry a jolly sport of a tightrope artist, He was good until crocked up his poor back, and then

together till Carnie was 14 Baumer was hitting up the bottle &

respect for him. A gal in Mexico snared him, which was O. EK. by

he slipped and]

WHATEVER IT8 PURPOSE, IT. FAILED IN ITS JOB, AS TM GONNA SHOW HN SOME LOPEARED 5.08! gi

SS W

8 ~R

G. U. 8. PAT. OFF, /=/7,

By H. I. Hamlin

bh Sa)