Speedway Flyer, Volume 15, Number 8, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 September 1946 — Page 3
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Escape to Home By MIRIAM GILBERT McClure Syndicate. WNU Feature..
HE CROSSED to the other side of Vine street so that the light from the lamp post wouldn’t shine on his face. He glanced around furtively, his head low. The walk from the train depot to the center of town hadn’t been bad, but now he had to cross Main street in order to get home. Someone passed him and Tommy pulled up his coat collar. He won* dered how he could slip past the theater. He decided to stroll casually. A sudden shout startled him. ‘‘Tommy, Tommy Mitchell,” the blond cashier called. Panic-stricken, Tommy started to run. Couldn’t they leave him in peace? This wasn’t the way he wanted to come home. But, they had invited trouble. They shouldn’t have left him alone when they changed trains at Chicago. They had told him to hide in the shadows to avoid the crowd. It was easy then to jump back on the westbound train as it pulled out They would be after him pretty soon, but in the meantime— He swung open the front door. What would Ma say when she saw him? He tiptoed in and stood quietly in the kitchen doorway. Ma had her back to him and was stirring a cake batter. Alice’s baby wag sittting on a cushion on the floor. The baby looked up and spied Tommy. “Ganma, Ganma,” be prattled. She turned around still mixing. “Tommy, my Tommy!” He rushed forward as the bowl slipped from her hands. She clung to him, her hands running up and down his sleeve. "Why didn’t you let us know somehow that you were coming home?’
He decided to stroll casually. ”1 don’t know how long I can stay. Ma, you see—” “Here, take off your things. Alice is upstairs.” “Skipper’s sure gotten big.” Tommy swung the baby up in his arms. “He was just a handful of pink flesh and blue eyes when I last saw him.” “Baby looks like Rick, doesn’t he?” Ma said softly. “That’s Alice’s only consolation. Go up and say hello to her. I’ll fix something for you to eat.” Her fingers presssed deep into his arms. “You’re thin as a scarecrow.” “Where’s Dad?” “Dad closed the garage. Ted was drafted and Dad can’t find another mechanic to replace him. Ted’s in the Pacific now.” she added quietly. “In the Pacific.” Tommy ground out the words. “I’m sorry, Tommy. Go up and see Alice.” He started up the steps, then turned back. “Ma, for tonight and maybe tomorrow, don’t let any strangers in the house.” “I understand, Tommy. I’m proud of you no matter what.” He awoke with a start. His fingers touched the wall unbelievingly Rose-colored wallpaper. He was in his own room. He had spent one night at home. Alice was sitting in the rocker. “It’s after eleven. Dad waited for you to get up, then went to the garage. He wants to talk to you. Tommy—” He looked at her, then swallowed. “They sent someone after me” She nodded. “Tommy, for Rick’s sake and mine, go downstairs. People have to know the truth. Much as you hate it, tell them everything.” “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” As soon as Ma heard him coming, she ran to him. “I couldn’t chase him away, Tommy. He told me all about you, more than the newspapers did.” “It’s all right. Ma.” He turned to the man and sighed. “Hello, MacCarthy. Did you use bloodhounds to trace me?” “No, just common sense. I figured you were homesick. Don’t you realize you’re the first man who escaped from the Jap prison camp on Corregidor? Now the others on the island are free but you’re still the Important one. It's as if you paved the way for them.” He nodded. “We should have let you come home first but the people needed to hear your story right away. That’s why we booked you solid for bond rallies and lectures.” “I won’t run away again, MacCarthy. I needed one smell of home to make me mad all over again at what the Japs made me and mine lose.” He swung around to MacCarthy. “O. K., what’s the day’s schedule?”
Pupils File Out, See Fire Destroy School PASSAIC, N. J. The bell sounded at Public School No. 7 recently and 600 children calmly filed out in what they thought was a routine fire drill. Once outside they saw that the roof was ablaze and they watched while the building was completely burned right down to the ground.
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Butler Bulldogs Start Practice Returned Veterans In Line-up It seemed like old times Tuesday morning at Butler University when trainer James Morris threw open his stockroom window and issued football gear to some 15 to 20 Bulldog veterans—veterans in the real sense of the word—men who have returned from the wars to take up the gridiron rivalries they were conducting in 1941 and 1942. There will be many a tale told in the locker room—tales of As-
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rica, Anzio, Omaha Beach, Leyte, New Guinea, Okinawa—and not all the old boys will be there. The same coaching staff will be on hand, however, to greet the returning veterans as well as the many newcomers expected to make up the largest squad in Butler history. Approximately 60 men are expected to report for practice. Coach Paul “Tony” Hinkle returned from service as a lieuten-ant-commander with the U. S. Navy; assistant coach Hugh “Wally” Middlesworth, returned from service as a major with the U. S. Army Air Corps; “Big” John Rabold, returned from Air Corps service to assist with the line, and Herbert Schwomeyer, who held the home front line while the others were gone, will handle the ends. All will be on hand to greet the newcomers and old friends. Veterans who have indicated they will return this season include Wallace Potter, 1941, Robert Hamilton, 1942, and David LaVine, 1942, guards; Norman Williams, 1942, Robert James, 1942, George Mingle, 1942, halfbacks; Harold Miller, 1942, Kenneth Geiman, 1942, Knute Dobkins, 1942, William Cook, 1940, Herod Toon, 1945, and Richard Heacox, 1945, ends; Mel Perrone, 1941, Robert Cunnings, 1945, tackles; Les Dold, 1942, William Stratton, 1945, quarterbacks; Thomas Sleet, 1942, Francis Moriarity, 1942, Robert Stone, 1945, fullbacks; Ed Cornelius, 1942, center.
Killing Frost By ELSIE WILLIAMS
BURNSIDES walked up to his neighbor’s when ths moon rose. Wanted to find out a thing or two. Jennings Milton was a cattleman and had ought to know about land laws. That winnie field now—if ha could just hang on to it for another six months—or was it a year? Jen was on the porch, smoking his pipa. “Evenin’,” ha said to Ollie. “Come on in.” % Ain’t no need for Jen to always be so short with me, Ollie thought “No. I*ll jus* sit here on the edge o’ the porch. Tol’ Myrt I wouldn’t stay but jus* a minute. . . . Pretty night ain’t it?” “Yeah.” Ollie’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before the next words would come out “Come t* seeknow anythin* ’bout law, Jen?” “Enough t’ git by. More’n you can say, I reckon.” “You’re the man I want t* see, then,” Ollie said. “Ain’t there a law, Jen, what says does v a man farm a piece o* land seven years it’s his’n—man what farms it?” “What’s on your mind, Ollie? That piece you call your •winnie field’?” “That’s right, Jen.” Ollie drew one knee up against his chest and grinped it with both hands. “Hadn't it ought t* be mine by law in six months? Or is it a winnie bit more’n that? Not long's a year, is it?” Jen laughed. His white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “You’ve lost out in your squattin* on the other man's land, Ollie. I done leased all that Abner Langford section for
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“Ain’t there a law. . ..” pasture. Means you gotta take down the fence from around your dag-nabbed winnie field 1” Ollie Burnsides’ jaw dropped. “But—but, looky here, man—l ain’t dug my 'taters. An* I ain’t cut my cane off’n that winnie field yitl” Jen sat back in his rocker comfortably. “Well, I'd be within my rights, I reckon, t’ order you t’ take down the fence now. Just t’ show you I got a heart I say leave it on—till you can git your stuff off.” Ollie hedged for time. “Cane ain’t sweetened enough yit, Jen. An’, man, them 'taters ain't noways ready t’ be dug!” Jen said, “Tol' you I had a heart, didn't I? Well, reckon you can leave them ’taters on till frost kills the vines.” Ollie rose from the porch. “Be bad news t’ Myrt. She’s sot her heart on that winnie field. Grubbed •meeter roots in there, Myrt did.” Ollie owned ten acres of swampland along the creek bank. Water come up every summer and flooded his place. Then when the land was in shape to farm again the creek would drain it dry as a match stick. A man couldn't raise a crop o* stick-tights on it, let alone cane or taters. Pleasant fall weather lasted into December. Jen came to see Ollie. “Ain’t dug them 'taters yit?” he asked. “No, sho’ ain't. You said dig ’em when frost killed the vines. Ain’t done that yit.” Jen jerked his horse’s head up from nibbling the grass. “I know it—dagnab it! Mighty onusual weather. Cuttin’ your cane, I see.” “That’s right. Had jus’ enough cold weather t’ make good syrup.” “An* no killin’ frost!” said Jen Milton bitterly. “Them ’taters had ought t’ be dug anyway.” “Man o’ your word, ain’t you?” Ollie asked. “Leastways that’s the name you got around here.” Frost came a few weeks later, but-only a few tender leaves were nipped. Then warm weather held until all danger of another freeze was past Again Jen went to see Ollie. Ollie grinned at him. “Ain’t no use you buckin' an’ a-rearin’ like that, Jen. Won’t be frost now until sometime in the fall That winnie field is mine. I got squatter's claim t* it Went t’ see ol’ Judge James—” “That scoundrell” Jen broke in angrily. “Well, he sent me up oncet, Judge James did, but I thank him for puttin’ me wise t* some state laws. Ol* Abner Langford slipped up on some o* the taxes on the winnle-fleld piece years ago. I got them tax certificates now. The judge says was I kicked off last fall— Funny things •bout law—and weather—eh, Jen?”
TRIXIE TEEN SAYS— Don't think you're the only teen who'a been nursing ambitions to be a movie star, a radio actress or a singer with a band. No harm building castles in the air. But, just in case those castles never come down to earth, you’d better be digging the foundation now for a more practical bungalow. Clicking a typewriter or wiling behind the counter may not be your idea of glamour, but they'll certainly tide you over until the Talent Scout finds you. And—find you, he will—providing, of course, you have the Talent.
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