Mt. Vernon Register-News from Mt Vernon, Illinois on June 27, 1951 · Page 13
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WEDNESDAY, JUNE 27, 1951 THE REGISTER-NEWS — MT VERNON, ILLINOIS The Register News Daily Magazine Page ^|.ONDIE BY CHIC YOUNG PRISCILLA'S POP •Y VAL V WE WERE TALKING ABOUT WHAT WE WANT TO BE • WHEN WE GROW UP) ^..GET MARRIED NOT BE ANVrHlNS AT AU FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY BLOSSEt TWAMK: t4EAVEMS YOU'VE OOMC/ YOU'RE J LIST IM TIME ' ^AEM,TMIS IS i , ••nSER" T)NPUTE~-| THE OWMCe C3F AUTA LOOOe/ AS YOU WERE Glances Through tbt FUea ut Tbe RcKiiter »nd The Newi 55 YEARS AGO TODAY Rev. J. A, McMinn, the evangelist in charge of the revival meeting at the Free Will Baptist Tabernacle, fell from the platform in a faint at the close of the preaching service last night. Dr. Patton, his physician, says he is suffering with congestion of the brain, A game of baseball will be played at the fair grounds tomorrow between the Resolutes of this city and the Ashley Club. local lodge, and brought three recruits for the first degree. 30 YEARS AGO TODAY Frank E. Patton yesterday received a telegram from E. L. Varnell of San Antonio, Tex., stating that his brother, John G. Varnell, had died. An unusual feature of the funeral of Robert L. Webb, well known Mt. Vernon businessman, was that six nephews, all of them Masons, acted as pall bearers. 40 YEARS AGO TODAY The blackberry crop is larger than usual, and the only thing that prevents its being still larger is the absence of bushes. Dr. A. C. Johnson has purchased the George Swisher residence on Seventh Street and Dr. S. A. Thompson and family, who recently came hei-e from Ina, will occupy it. 35 YEARS AGO TODAY Mr.s. J. Hill Williams, Mrs. Norman H. Moss, Mrs. J. R. Allen, and Mrs. Burrell Rogers are in Albion attending the district Woman's Missionary Society meet. The Woodlawn Odd Fellows were over last night, guests of the ily home, street. 1003 south Seventh 15 YEARS AGO TODAY Miss Jane Howard departed yesterday for North Carolina where she will spend the next eight weeks at Camp Junaluska. Mrs. Nell B. Irwin and Miss dred Warren spent Friday and Saturday in St. Louis. 25 YEARS AGO TODAY The Limerick grocery store was robbed of $436 in cash and S80 in checks Saturday night. Bloodhounds were brought from St. Louis and put on the trail. Herman Riley and Miss Eva Marlow were married at the Wesley M. E. church Saturday evening. 10 YEARS AGO TODAY W. M. Dorgan, manager of the Mt. Vernon F. W. Woolworth store, wa^elected chairman of the Retail Merchants Division of the Chamber of Commerce, at that organization's meeting last night at Hotel Emmerson. Mrs. W. C. Horner and daughter of Anna, 111., are visiting with Dr. and Mrs. W. K. Sisk and family over the week end. Mrs. Charles Pate and Mrs. Tom Kelman have returned from East St. Louis where they attended funeral services for their sister, Mr«. Nora Garrison, who died Tuesday. 5 YEARS AGO TODAY The application of nine Mt. Vernon business men to organize "the Citizen's National Bank of Mt. Vernon, with a capitalization of $175,000 has been approved by R. B. McCandless, Deputy Comptroller of the Currency, U. S. Treasury Dept. Signers of thp application and prospective stockholdem were Glenn Cole, Paul M. ^itch, Ben Glassman, Clyde Hawkins, Earl A. Hill, James F. Hunt, William R. McCoy, John J. Manion,' and J. Marvin Powers. The human price Jefferson County paid for World War II victory was 118 soldier dead tnd missing. The War Department casualty list names 71 killed in action. 16 who died of wounds, 28 who succumbed outside combat areas and 3 missing over one year. ~*BY GALBRAITH 20 YEARS AGO TODAY Killing heat raged over America today. Forty-nine lives have burned out since summer went on its first rampage Thursday and singed a path of destruction across the country. Ida J. Bayne died yesterday afternoon at four o'clock at the fam- RUTH MILLETT By RUTH MILLETT N E A Staff Writtr 'No Time to Make Friends' Is Usually Just an Alibi Speaking of a newcomer she had recently met, a woman said sincerely: "Now there's someone I'd like to know. Isn't it a shame we get so busy we don't have time to make new friends?" It's a shame, all right. But it isn't necessary to put off making friends of interesting new acquaintances simply, on the grounds that we haven't time for them. A little housecleaning in the friendship department and we'd have room for new friends. What about Sue, who has become a habit with us and takes up lot of time, even, though she offers nothing worthwhile? Is it worth foregoing seeing a person you would enjoy and learn from to keep on seeing Sue, who doesn't really care about you artd whose faults are a constant irritation? Or what about that weekly club meeting jou've come to dread— but still go to, just because it is easier to continue than to make the effort of resigning? That time could be used to see some of the people you are always wishing you could find time to see more often. Some Friends Are Habits Or what about Joan that you know full well simply "uses" you and who has no time for you if someone who impresses her more comes along? Why not fill her place with a person who has a OUR BOARDING HOUSE . I CANiT TELL TWilGGS MOW • ABOUT FND- INi THE: \T MIGHTEVEM): AS T 6AvV, TW166S, TME ISiVE -STeD A r^EAT GUM IN THE PAPER. IDEA-*^ IT 6EEMS AS 600NiD AS A ,M?KIN3Ley DOLLAR.' GAY COLORS, MO Lf^DKOERlNiS, ,<SoFT FOOT COMFORT AMD WITH MAJOR HOOPLE WHElO X LEFT, VOL) VJeRE INiMEKiTlNJS A FLEXIBLE SLAGS To PROTECT PeCPLE WHO PRE66 THEIR MOSE'S AGAIM5T t ME Tl\Ae TO CATCH UP \M1TH . _ JACk:- PA6BIT OUT OUR WAY BY WILLIAMS VE (SOVSj SODA! CLEAN THAT SKAELU'V OLP PIPE AT MIGHT, AMP EM JOV AMP SOAK UP EVERY DAVLIGHT HOUR OF THESE BEAUTIFUL VISTAS OF BLUES AMP PURPLE SHADOWS-- FOR SOME PAY >OU MAY HAVE TO LEAVE THIS WOMPER- LAMP/ WES TOOK THAT TRIP AROUMD TH' WORLP AM' MOW HE'S BACK WITH A MIS5IOM" FOR US TO STAV WHERE WE HAD SEMSe ENOUGH TO STAY AM' HE DIDMT. 1 ^TH^ WAVWAeP PREACHER a;p.wiLLiftH5» gift for friendship and likes you for yourself? Too often we let habit rule us even when it comes to friendships. We have time for any so-called friend who has become a habit, but no time for the new acquaintance who is really the sort of person we would enjoy being with. When you find yourself wishing you had time to get to know a new acquaintance, do a little housecleaning and make the time. "Smartert thing you •v«r taid. Dad—a buck eertain^ j don't go far nowadays! Could I borrow a couplt?" KILLER'S PACE W JULIUS LONG COPVRSGHT N5I ar NEA SWVICE, IWC I XXXIII T OPENED my eyes. Complete ••• darkness. Well, it wasn't morning yet and I wasn't due at the office till 9. Actually I never got there before 9:30 and Star Williams never squawked if I made it by 10. My head ached. Someday I would go on the wagon. I would feel better all the time and there wouldn 't be these hangovers. Tonight the pain was different. It was as if —the thought stirred me —it was as if someone had hit me on the head. It came back in a flash, and I was on my feet, staring futilely in the darkness. There wasn't a sound around me, no one, I reached into my pocket for my cigaref lighter, and it was gone. Then I remembered. I had been using it when I had been looking through Clara Mayhew's desk. Maybe it had dropped into the open drawer. I stepped on something. I reached down and found the lighter. I Ijt it. The yellow bathing suit was gone. Somebody else had evidently attached a lot of importance to that bit of cloth. I turned about, warily now, half expecting someone to clout me. How long had I been out? Suppose the watchman had come and Sonya had tooted my auto horn in vain? The thing to do was to get out of here! Someone had beaten me this round, beaten me with a sock on the head. There was no point in standing around for a post-mortem. I moved from the desk, moved back through the offices. Abruptly I stopped as I saw light shining through a ddor crark. 1 listened for a sound jfi the room beyond and heard none. Yet I had a feeling someone was there. I remembered that door, It was the door to the room containing the big glass water tank and the platform and vault. , i I reached for my pistol and felt foolish as my fingers found only the emptiness of my holster. Whoever had bopped me from behind had relieved me of the gun. He would be in the room beyond. He thought I still lay unconscious beside Clara Mayhew's desk. I would have the advantage of surprise. • « • GRIPPED the doorknob and turned it slowly. It made no sound that I could hear. When I was sure that the latch was released I shoved hard, and the door burst inward. I followed it fast. "Stand still!" said a voice behind me. It was a familiar voice. Sales Manager Wertheim stood behind the door. He looked very businesslike with my pistol in his hand. He said: "I was sure you would be out longer, Marshall. I know something about anatomy—Im a licensed embalmer. You must have a tough skull. Fortunately not one filled with too many brains." I wouldn't argue tbat point. But I did feel that he had been lucky. He must have seen the knob moving and been able to get ready for me. I noticed with some satisfaction that a bit of yellow satin peeped out if his left coat pocket. He had the bathing suit, all right. Why hadn 't he carried it away? He was waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Something in this room. I turned with a sickening foreboding. I think I must have stopped breathing when I saw that the vault was completely submerged in the water. Someone was in there! This was no corny sales promotion demonstration. When the vault was hoisted, no smiling girl would descend the ladder to take a bow from fascinated morticians. Whoever .lay inside there would not move; she would b« dead from I I whirled. "Who's in ftntV Wertheim half-smiled. I knew. "Don't move, MarshaU! Jutk stand still. You cant possibly ae* complish anything. Sonya Sareeta is in there. Tied up securely. She'll have to be more than a magidaa to get out!" His use of tense gave me soma faint encouragement. Evidently Sonya hadn't been in there to© long. He assumed that she was not yet dead. She could still be saved. The lever operating the hydraulic hoist was only three yards away. Yet it was so far. By th« time I could reach it Wertheim could shoot me five times. Ther« was no point in trying that. But 1 might be able to take Wertheim. He was closer—two yards. • • • FEINTED a step toward th« lever. It put me farther away from Wertheim, but the advantag* of surprise might make the difference. "Hold it. MarshaU!" He meant it. His hand trembled as it held the gim. I made as if to take another step, then turned and threw myself at Wertheim. Even as 1 dove I saw his eyes staring at something beyond me. Instead of firing at me he sHifted the gun and shot at the glass tank. I heard the crash of glass. I landed with my arms around his legs. The gim roared again as he went over backwards. Then I was fighting in water—water at least a foot and a half deep. Wertheim flailed at me with tha gun. I caught his wrist, twistied it, holding my head out of the water which did not sp.em to subside. 1 knew that it had come from tha shattered tank. The first bullet and the water pressure behind it had released the flood. Wertheim screamed as I kept up the pressure on his wrist. Ho let the pistol drop into the watar. I scooped it up, got my hand Ml the grip, foi'ght away from War- theim as he tried to return th« compliment and twist the gun from, my hand. I brought the banal forward and .downward. TiMra was a sharp crack as barral maft skull. Wertheim slumped back tat» the water. He would h «vadl ' if I had not lifted hln; aj>. il9 Be CaattewA),

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