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10 MT.TSCAT3NE. NEW 3 UNE FEIDAY, OCTOBER 27, 1939 1BEFLL DO IT EVERY TIME By JEMMIE HATLO SIGHAU CHAMGSS HE LIGHTS UP HIS sissy oo IT SERIAL STORY JOAN OF ARKANSAS BY JERRY BRONDFIELD COPYRIGHT. IBSB, NEA. SERVICE, in2 CAST OF CHARACTERS he sure looked good on a wide end The girls were lounging JOAN JOHNSON a mysterious coed glamor girl of the Tech campus. KEITH star fullback, headed for All-America honors.

DAN the blocking back who clears Keith's -way; a Industrious student. YESTERDAY: At the Gamma house dance, following the Van- dertjilt victory, Joan meets Dan Webber's date, Eileen Campbell. Later, on a moonlight stroll, Keith kisses her. She looks up, sees Dan Webber staring at her. CHAPTER XV Joan's hands slid, from Keith's shoulders.

Something felt mixed up inside her. "What's the matter?" Keith asked, oblivious to what she had seen. "Nothing. too cool out here. Let's go in." X.

They arrived just in time to to "Stardust." it'll be justifiable homicide anyone tries to cut in," Keittvwroivled ominously. "Even if he'sfsome rich alumnus who's thinking of sending us.some new furniture, or something. Not a jury in the world would convince me." They danced past the serving table and stopped for some punch. "Hi, Arkansas," cried Tommy Peters, barging up for a glassful himself. "Hi, squirt," Joan replied, as they swung back onto the floor.

"Nice job of cheer-leading you turned in today. Was hoping you'd break your neck on that last touchdown but you didn't quite make A middle-aged alumnus tapped Tommy on the shoulder. "Did you mean by that, that she was from Arkansas?" "Sure. Johnson's her name. Joan Johnson.

Why?" "Oh, nothing. I just happened to have spent a few years teaching, down there a short while back. "What's her father do?" "He's a hardware dealer, or something like, back east." "Oh hardware. Thought maybe she might "Naw," Tommy interrupted. "I thought so, too, for awhile, but she doesn't have a single relative out there." A few minutes later Joan bumped squarely into Dan.

"Oh, it's you again." She looked him full in the face. "Hope you tnjoyed what you were looking at outside." She was sorry immediately that she allowed the words- to escape. She could see him growing red. The faint flush started at his neck and spread She would! have known what he was thinking even if he hadn't said a word "Sure. Enjoyed it His voice was bitter and sho: through with anger.

"But I don't like your nasty little he added. "Don't flatter yourseli for an instant, thinking I'd wan( to spy on you. I'm not concerned in the slightest over what you "I'm. sorry you said that. You're liable to change your mind some day and I'll be just mean enough to remind you of this." He shook his head meaning.

"I don't think I'll be changing my mind. That much I'm sure of." Dan Webber had a hard time dropping off to sleep that night. His knee throbbed from a vicious tackle he had made that afternoon but he knew that wasn't the reason. reason was Joan Johnson. He wondered if she could be right.

If he would change his mind. On the other hand he was glad he 'had' made die commitment. Maybe he wouldn't find her in his thoughts so much- from now on. Funny thing, the way she had grown on him. Better get her out of his mind completely Johnson.

Just another came for glamour. Sure, was it Just glamor. He tried to rationalize bis feelings but it didn't sweep. Sure he looked good. But hell, who wouldn't, when Dan was out there knocking down ends and tackles all over the lot.

Just a blccker. But a hejluva good one, he told himself. He finally drifted off to sleep but all night in his dreams he was running interference for Keith Rhodes. Blocking, blocking, blocking. He could feel every vicious, bruising contact.

And the game seem-ed to go on for hours. Keith cut history again the following Monday. Dan looked at Joan when she said hello but he didn't glance her way again during the entire hour. He kept busy, taking notes in that neat, precise manner of his. Occasionally he'd stare out the window.

Joan got up from her seat quickly when the bell rang, and hurried out of the room. Only then did Dan shift his gaze, his eyes following her as she left. Cutting across campus toward the library, Joan spied a familiar figure a couple of hundred yards down the walk. It was Keith, headed for his business organiza- class. She waited until he came up.

"So you finally mads it," she observed. "Personally, I don't see why you scheduled anything earlier than 11 o'clock in the first place." He grinned. "Had to make this one. I feel one of those 10-minute quizzes coming on and I've missed too many of 'em lately. And for once, I'm ready for it." She sniffed.

"I doubt it, but happy landings, anyway." And then suddenly remembering something. "Oh, by the way our sociology class will be taking a field trip one of these fine days. How about using your car?" "Sure tank full of gas," he compromised. If you leave the listening to the radio after dinner than night when an announcement was made that made them all sit right up in their chairs. Dan Webber had been hurt ir practice.

Had broken a small bone in his hand. Nothing very serious but in all probability he'd be kept out of the Duquesne game that week-end, Joan 1 stared' hard at the loudspeaker as the news was being broadcast Marianne noticed the intensity of her expression and looked at Joan strangely. "Gee, that's tough." Bonnie Harris said. "That might make all the difference in the world." "It probably will as far as Keith is concerned," Elaine muttered. "Why do you persist in giving Webber so much credit for Keith's success?" Joan asked.

"I imagine Dan's pretty valuable to the team or he wouldn't be playing, but I guess Keith 11 get along without him." Elaine shrugged. "You might understand it some day when you know a little more about football. You've got to remember my brother played for Tech a few years back and he's made me football concious." "Say, Joan," Marianne piped up. "Why don't you call up Keith and get the low-down firsthand. OUTPOUR WAY By Williams About know, Dan.

I wouldn't mean. Kelth'd he? Go 'head and call." Joan balked at first, thought about it a while and changed her mind; house She bul called the Gamma Keith was out. Wouldn't be back until-'10. 'Is Tommy Peters there?" she asked. Tommy was out, too.

Would anyone else do? She thought-for a few seconds before answering. Then: talk to Dan Webber if he's in." (To Be Continued) work. Keith Rhodes' type, strictly. Even'if: he tried to compete with Keith but wait a minute, he to think about that- Still, it'was natural for Joan to be attracted to He was the" boy" with the" drums, all right, Handsome. Almost pretty.

And Annual Dinner of Kensington Club at Hayes Home Joe Hayes entertained the members of the ken- singtoa club at the annual kettledrum dinner Wednesday at her country home east of Wapello. Potted plants were used as favors and the centerpiece for the table. A toast program, with ihe retiring officers, Mrs. Lloyd Smith, Mrs. A.

J. Williamson and Mrs. L. M. Killer in charge, was enjoyed.

A radio game was enjoyed 'and a court was held, each member being brought into court and given a sentence which was a gift from the retiring president. Events of the year were summarized in an original poem by Mrs. Williamson, The. year book committee will be Mrs'. Williamson, Mrs.

Smith and Mrs. W. J. Stroup. Officers for the year were elected as follows: Mrs.

Raymond Parish, president; Mrs. Francis Bucher, secretary: Mrs. William Sillick, scrap- ist and Mrs. Glen Mills, press correspondent. The next meeting will be held in the country home of Mrs.

L. M. Haller when a one act play will be given. Word Received of Death of Former Junction Woman Columbus Arthur Kindler, 43, of Chicago, formerly Miss Edith Axtell, of. Columbus Junction, was killed Oct.

16, and her daughter, Telitha, 11 year old, injured, when they were struck by a car which skidded off the street onto the si'de- walk on which they were-walking. Telitha was taken to a and suffered from cuts and about the face and jody. Beside the husband Mrs. Kinder is survived by four daughters, Telitha, Teresa' and Rita and three brothers, Joydj Roy and Emery, and one ister; Mrs. Adolf Hals, and her parents," Perry Axtell, Muscatine, and'Mrs.

Martha-AxtelL I Bob Hook Honored at Surprise Partv on Anniversary Hook was surprised Wednesday evening' when he returned from his. paper route to find a group of young people who had been invited by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Hook for a three course dinner in celebration of his 16th birthday which will occur Hallowe'en. A theater party followed the dinner.

Two tables were aranged for the occasion, a birthday cake baked his grandmother, Mrs. W. J. Kelly and baskets of fruit and autumn leaves serving as decorations. Favors were autumn leaves Bob was presented with a shol gun by his guests.

Those enjoying the occasion were Adrienne Morledge, Eunice ar.d Annette Pettis, Delia Jean Dunlap, Jean Smith, Anna Lea Meyerholz, Donna Parsons, Barbara Platte, Marian Albrecht, Jaan Hawkins, Janice Guthrie, Betty Kerr, and Virginia Bucher, Edwin and Martin Hicklin, Bob Stroup, Dean Deihl, Hal McGill, Ralph Allen, Billy McClurkin, Kenneth Blasi, Jimmy Harrington, Gene Bielke, and Billy McNeal) Pythian Sisters Dinner Attended By More Than 100 West Liberty More" than 100 attended, the annual Pythian Sisters dinner and program which was held at the hall evening, with the dinner: being, served at 6:30. Miss Mildred Lawton was chairman of. the'kitchen; and dining room, Meyers, Mrs. Elizabeth Smith. Mrs.

Roy Christison, --Harry Peterson; Mrs. George: JNichols: and Mrs. Floyd Deforest assist- in JC. Mrs. 'Treadwell chairman of consisted of a vocal solo, Mrs.

J. Conner, with "Mrs. L. A. Royal accompanying; xeading, June Sanders; -piano" solo, -Mrs.

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