Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 March 1942 — Page 17

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look like a tramp. I'll be somebody doesn't; give me 8 job.”

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“Turner’ll give you a job, it you'll

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sound, | id £3 “Ill get you § job, Drake. You

can depend on me.” = | “Thank you—gir.”

i: Drake arose, |“I'm wing home.” He turned at thie door. “If I get a job down here, I'm going to sell already

the place uptown. It’s , mortgaged. Then I'll have & little bit of money "to. come down here live.” ! : 2: “And say—"-- for “ Pos mas “Yes, sir?” | ~ “You'll have tp cut out “l won't drink any \ Pp : hel . i & 3 “UAL right, 02:7

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, Drake! What are you do- _ ing here?” Randy came cheerfully od ; \ | “.Drake flushed darkly.” “Yes, I +» “Drakel. ‘What did you do?” : 't arrested. Sam

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_; “Oh, Drake!” | “It ‘won't happen again, Randy. - Your pa’s going of some kind.

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Bot water. ‘You wasli and ‘shave, and Tl Ax yo! Then you're goi * some sleep.” | 2 “Bw—".. : i . 3 “Do as I say! I've got to. talk ol oO ]

: AIS, | : i 2 # A ¥2 Mr , in Kept his word, and Drake gel Mat Turner, an old acquaintance of Drake’s Uncle

Rhodes, was reluctant at first.: He, Row, taking plice gradually as they 1did,. were not- too violent to disturb

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

SEVENTY PER CENT OF THE ANNUAL.

ANSWER~Grove, orchard, forest, thicket, wood, jungle.

By. William Ferguson

Can vou Give FOUR NAMES FOR A GROUS OF TREES

{bit uneasily, if Parris would want

to come down here and talk to him and Randy. He wasn’t sire how Parris might feel about Randy now that they were all grown up, hut he put that doubt quickly aside. ! It was a disloyal thought. Parris wasn't made out of the shoddy of Kings Row. He smiled happily to himself,

thigh, and gave his head a sideways jeri, Just a little more than a year ‘now and old Parris would be back! / “The twentieth century” was beginning to be a familiar phrase. Af first it had a fabulous sound, like a ‘connotation of some fantastic fufurity. But one became a little accustomed to it as one

lout too much hesitation. Now while it was ‘pleasar familiar to the ear, it still suggested a happy sense of progress and advancement: ; The outward changes in Kings

even comtervative people much. Of

from Union street as

slapped himself lightly on \ thé|know which.”

“What happened, Hailey?” “Drake McHugh'’s been run over.” “Sure, sure. Right away.” He rang the’ telephone and asked the central office to locate Dr. Gordon and send him right away to the freight depot. “Is he cut up much, Harley?” “Terrible, We got him out but he’s unconscious, or dead—I don't

“How about this old door? Think we could carry him on this?” “The very thing. Come on.” “How in the world did such a thing happen, Harley?”

know that wagon load of tile that’s been standing ‘up there on‘'the edge of the cut for a week?” ; “Sure, yes, belongs to the tile works. They're waiting for orders to ship it.” 3 “Well, the bank thawed and the whole wagon fell down—" Dr. Gordon. looked up from the table where Drake lay in the freight office. : “I'll have to have some help.” “What you going to do, Doc?” Dr. Gordon didn’t answer. “Someone—you, Davis, get me some blankets and a half-dozen sheets—any-

“I'll help, Doc. Tell me what you went” Sam Winters stepped into the cone of light that fell from the tin-shaded lang hanging over the

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