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The Daily Clintonian from Clinton, Indiana · Page 4

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THE nitCt CUrffOSiAH Pncc Fnnr STORY OF THE BEES' THE DAILY CLINTONIAN MIGNION G. EBERHART WOLF IN MAN'S CLOTHING mi ! ) I94S BY AUTHOR - DISTRIBUTED BY KIN6 FEATURES SYNDICATE, INC. 'ir - . I drtllslmj m The Weekly OUstoolaa ISM 1 The GUmtoa Plln4eler absorbed to IMS nbllahld Dal! Except Saturday Bundw kJx ctv-c-r - s jGaV one L. Carey Editor and Publisher Umi at the Poatofflce at Clinton, Indiana as Second OUm Matter Indiana Republican Editorial Aaeoclatloa Phon 83 Pbona 32 " 47' ' Lf, aVxM.'W MfMssnrrtxm "OLD PRICES AND HIGH WAGES". ' While some business leaders are talking about post-war prices considerably higher than the pre-war era, Charles E. Wilson, President of the General Electric Company, announces that his company will sell its products at the old price. Mr. Wilson goes much further, declaring that restoration of the forty-hour week must not mean an abrupt drop in take- mystery about the thing; if you've come here with that in your mind, you may as well leave voluntarily. You left Craig; you went to Reno; you sued for divorce. You were offered a settlement which you, rather unwisely, I thought, refused. The divorce went through without a hitch. That's all there was to it." Alexia paused, caught her breath and added quickly, "If that's why you've come back to get some money, I mean Conrad won't give it to you. He would have given it to you at the time of the divorce. He offered what must have seemed to you, in your circumstances" her glance swept Drue up and down quite as if Drue's skirt wore threadbare and her shoes patched (as a matter of fact, Drue always looks soignee and smart, and did that day) "what must have seemed a fortune to you." At that Drue went dead white and so rigid that only her eyes were alive, and they were blazing. Alexia stopped smiling and became perfectly tense. So I knew it was time to do something. I've dealt with too many hysterical patients not to know that when a woman stops talking and looks like that one must act but quickly. I put my arm through Drue's and said with firmness, "I'm going to change my uniform. Come witli nie, Drue." 1 drew her along with me toward the rooms at the end of the hall where our bags had been taken. Alexia called after us, lifting her voice, "There is a six-thirty train. The station wagon will be at the door at six." She stood there, I was sure, watching our progress down the hall. The little terrier had quietly emerged from the bedroom close to Drue. I wasn't aware of him until we reached my room and I saw that Drue went inside first and "Sir Francis" came, too. Again I closed the door. I said, "Well ..." a little forcefully and put down my handbag and gloves, and took off my hat. It was a pleasant room, plainly furnished, bright with chintz and plenty of windows. It was obviously intended for just such use a trained nurse, an extra guest. Along one wall was a door into a bathroom which connected on the other side with the room Drue was to have, and her bags Were stacked there, for I went and looked. When I came back, Drue was standing by the window, holding tiie dog tight in her arms, looking down through the streaming rain. I took out my keys, knelt to open the suitcase that held a supply of uniforms and said, "All right. What's all this about?" She turned from the window. "I had to do it this way, Sarah. I had home cav. Industrialists, he tninKs musti things you didn't say and now cannot ever say. It did no good to think of that. I rustled out a starchy uniform and said briskly, "Well, you're here now and so am I. He looks pretty tough. That's why you telephoned to me yourself?" "I made the girl at the Registry office let me telephone youand make the arrangements. 1 was al'raid if she talked to you she'd tell you . . ." I remarked tritely, "Honest confession is good for the soul," aw" got out my nursing watch an strapped it to my wrist. "Oh, Sarah, you are a darling!" "Fiddlesticks! You mean, I'm good nurse." Then I added, "You'd better take off your jacket arid get on with the story." Obediently she slipped off her suit coat. She looked very young in her plain white blouse and short green skirt; she pushed her shining curls upward with one hand and said bleakly, "You heard Alexia. They'll try to make me leave. But I'm nff going." Well, certainly the interview with Alexia had left little to the imagination in that respect But I didn't think Drue had stolen the family silver or murdered Grandpa during what must have been a fairly brief sojourn under the Brent roof. For I had known her when she was in training, a thin, hard-working child of eighteen or thereabouts, with a gay smile and intelligent eyes. I had then been a Supervisor (which I understand the student nurses spell with an n and two o's) but had liked her nursing and remembered her later when we met again, both doing private duty. We knew each other well, in spite of the constant coming and going the interruptions, the weeks and sometimes months of dropping out of sight while on a long or troublesome case that make up a private nurse's life. Yet she had never mentioned nor hinted at this particular interstice, so to speak. Unless the sudden dropping away of a very smitten and attentive young interne, a few months ago, was such a hint. I got out studs. "I've got to hurry. You and this Craig Brent met and married. It must have been very quiet I usually know about these things. Then you were divorced. Conrad must be Craig's father and he must have money. Alexia, whe does not appear to be exactly a friend ..." "She was expecting to marry Craig, when we met, Craig and I," Drue, explained. "It must have been charming for her." "Sarah!" Drue whirled around. "It wasn't I didn't mean oh, . . She bit her lip and looked at me, her eyes bright witli tears. "Chai ming for all of you," I said. "At any rate, last night Craig was shot and you inveigled nie (under false pretenses) to come here with you on the case. That's all I know." "It's all there is to know. It was all wrong, you see, from the beginning. I'd better tell you. We oughtn't to have married. He we were so young. That was over a year ago." A year ago! So now she felt acred SYNOPSIS Nurses Sarah Keate and Drue Cable came to the Brent mansion in response to a call from Dr. Chiv-ery, local medico. Anna Haub, the brent maid, Btared at Drue in inghtened recognition and pleaded with her not to remain. That coupled with Drue' unusual anxiety about their patient, Craig Brent, was the first indication Sarah had that her attractive young friend was acquainted with the Brents. Anna reluctantly took them to Craig's room and explained that Craig, victim of a mysterious bullet, was found in the garden the previous night by Beevens, the butler, "Mr. Nicky," and Peter Hu-ber, an old school friend of Craig, adding, "They said it was anacci-dnt-he was cleaning a gun." She again begged Drue to leave before Conrad Brent, Craig's father, discovered her presence. They are studying their unconscious patient's chart when Alexia Brent, Conrad's glamorous young wife, storms into the room. She demands that Drue leave immediately, saying, ' v aig doesn't want you and Con: -! won't have you here." Sarah is telling the story. CHAPTER FOUR Up to that point the interview had been candid to an embarrassing decree. But just then there was a kind of secret shifting of the emotions which had been hurtling around my defenseless (but I must say heartily listening) ears. Drue declared slowly, "I came here, Alexia, because they said Craig might die. But now if I can, I I'm going to find out wimt really liap- V Alexiu's eyes sharpened. "What do you mean'" "1 believe you know what I mean, replied Drue slowly, watching Alexia. . "i haven't the faintest idea, said Alexia swiftly, too swiftly.. There was a moment's silence. Then Drue rejoined quietly. "Perhaps not. But I'm going to talk to Jraig." "He's he's too sick," said Alexia quickly. "You can't. Besides, Conrad won't let you." "Conrad can't stop me," declared Drue. "Oh, can't he!" cried Alexia. "You'll see." Again Drue seemed to consider for a moment. Then she said with something very honest and appealing in her voice and face, "Alexia, you are Conrad's wife. It's nothinjj to y0U what happened in the past. 1 don't suppose we can be friends "Friends!" exclaimed Alexia with a sharp little laugh. Drue went on steadily, ". . . but there is no reason why you should object to my nursing Craig, and t ) my having an understanding with him." "You've had your understanding," said Alexia, "via the divorce courts." "But that," began Drue, very white now and firm, "was because he wanted it and " "Certainly, he wanted it," cut in Alexia. "Did ho ever come back to you later? You don't need to answer that. I know he didn't. It's no good arguing with me, Drue. Besides, even if I used my influence with Conrad in your favor and I have influence-, don't mistake that he would still not listen. You wrecked all his plans for Craig. He won't have you in the house. And Craig doesn't want you. There's no Taking a Backward Glance Macari, Heverly Anderson, Barbara McCowan, Wanda Lee Shew. Frunuueline Comaiani, Joan liee-ler, Mary Pohl, Hose Apa, Virginia Shew. Louise Jeffries. Ruth Murdock, Grace McDonald, Kath- erine McDonald, Hetty Heeler,! TWT.XTV YKAIIS A0 TODAY Legion Soccer 'IVaiu to Play The Clinton American Legion soccer football team Koes to Ter-re Haute tomorrow for the return game with the Terre Haute club, which thpy defeated at Clinton last Sunday. The Terre Haute team is counted as one of the hardest in the league to defeat on its home ground, and a stiff battle is expected when the two clash. The local team will be compos Main Street's newest dine-atori-um. to be christened "The Black Cat" as soon as a sign painter finishes his portrait of the feline for which the establishment will be known. Despite the fact that their venture was unheralded Proprietor-chefs Loyd and Milo Heskett yesterday felt ThuuksKiving Day a time too auspicious not to open, aud thero-upon set about sizzling their first hamburgers for the Clinton public. Located adjacent to the Capitol Theater, the establishment will purvey sandwiches and short orders at all hours. An entertaining floor show by dancing students of Mrs. Nita Leonard Cooper featured the Delta Theta Tau Sorority's annual Thanksgiving dance last evening at the Coliseum. The floor show included lap and acrobatic numbers, in groups and solos, song and tap numbers and various other dances. As the two "Daring Young Men of the Flying Trapeze," Tommie (Jlova-niui aud Uillio Joe Reeder. attired in much-too-large suits, with derby hats and mustaches, received a big hand in comedy act. Others taking part were Gloria ed of the following : Groves goal; Davies, H. Hallowell, backs; T. Halowell, lloss, McOill. and Klizabeth Morrison. lVl'soauls Mrs. William Vantura and daughter. Miss Viola, of West Vine street are spending tile weekend with friends at Anderson. Mr. and Mrs. George Fugua of Libertyvllle spent last evening as guests of Mr. and Mrs. Warren Harrison of Hazel Blifff. Mr. and Mrs. Dave Gideon and three children of west of Clinton and Mr. and Mrs. John Raster and daughter. Norma, of Cromp-ton Hill, were the Thanksgiving dinner guests of Mrs. Gideon's sistur. Mrs. Lester McCrory of West Union, 111. Miss Ruby Thomas and Phil Hauser of Gary are spending the weekend with Miss Thomas' parents, Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Thomas of lilackman Street. Last evening they attended a dance at Renssalaer, Ind. The Rev. Lynn Iiateg and sons, Robert and Warren, of North Ninth street were Thanksgiving Day dinner guests of Mr. and Mrs. Hoy McKinney and family of North Fifth street. halfbacks; Ireland, West. McQul- lan, Kussell and Calhoun, for wards. The trip will be made by bus, and is scheduled to leave Clinton at 12 noon. make sure that take-home pay, on a forty-hour basis, represents the higher level of earnings which now prevails and that this can only be done by high production. The official points out that in 1920, "some fifteen billion dollars in income was shut off with the closing of plants and reductions in working hours. There were 100,000 bankruptcies and a forty-four per cent drop in industrial payrolls". Mr. Wilson adds that this can happen again "during the post-war period of readjustment unless there is a strong effort on the part of every business to hold down its prices, utilize its productive effciency, cut its extravagant distribution costs and maintain its workers' income". Mr. Wilson's expressions represent intelligent thinking on the part of an industrial leader. He knows that production depends upon sales and that sales depend upon the income of prospective buyers. In this country, much of the purchasing power of the nation is lodged in the wages of workers and the prices of agricultural products. It is necessary that these buyers have incomes sufficient to enable them to utilize the products of industry. $1,000 PER DAY! We see by the newspapers that a man in New York, convicted of violating liquor price ceilings, has been sentenced to serve eighteen months in prison and fined $56,000. Off hand, this looks like a heavy sentence, but the Government charged that the defendant collected $661,755 in overcharges from distributing companies. Aside from the stigma of imprisonment, a little calculation shows that the brother will net more than $1,000 a day for the time that he serves in jail. London Rep. J. Parnell Thomas (R), N. J., member of House Military Affairs Committee touring European war theater, comments on the reported shortage of shells needed on the western front: "There is absolutely no excuse for any such shortage. If it exists it must be left on the doorstep of the labor barons who are responsible for any strikes in wartime." Chicago Assistant Secretary of War John J. McCloy: "In an informal but scientific sampling of soldier opinion in late 1943 and 1944 in various theaters of operations throughout the world, two-thirds of our fighting men voted in favor of military training for all young men in peacetime." Mr. and Mrs. Steve Hozachek to come and I had to have you with inc. 1 didn't dare tell you he'd been shot. I was afraid you wouldn't come." "You knew good and well I wouldn't have come." "They telephoned to me, you see, from the Registry office. As soon as 1 heard it was was Craig, it was like well, fate. As if . . ." Her voice stopped and, after a moment, she said in a kind of choked way. "As if that was why I had learned to be a nurse. So I could nurse him. They said he might not live, and" she finished in an unsteady whisper "there is so much I haven't said to him." That's the gnawing heartache of death, of course; the thought of the celebrated their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary Wednesday evening at their home on North and adult and looked back on her Eighth street. Many friends were present and the evening was spent self a year ago as being very young. She couldn't have been, allowing even for the years of her training, more than tv.puty-four at the most (To be continued) dancing. Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph Loos, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Bodnar, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Roth, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. Mrs. Ponuora, DAN DUNN WE'LL GET HIM, H "I rTHEy WILL RETURN' T CAN DO--1 J I vnt i must SMUGGLE MEB8E .' IN THE JUGGLERS TEAT TwV DlD'NT yA THAT HOMBURG MAT WAS HIS? THE RICE FROM mEzsmmrnTzvamisgz-'t IIC out town if missy NAB THAT NIP, DAN' HE TRIED T'KILL YA' e HIS "BRIDEGROOM" DISGUISE IRWIN--WHEN WE COME BACK FOR DOKTOR KRUGG .' Mr. and Mrs. Vendel Halas. John Victor, Prank Savocky, Charles Neineth, Frank Kover, Anton Du-dek, Valentine Nalovelko. Steven Phillip, Mrs. Snekosky and Mrs. Scoech were present. Davies and Tlfonias Davies of Itrazil, wre the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Hert Johnson and family of South Kill li street. Miss H"ln Aldrifh of llimi:'-burg. ind.. is visilnif; in r;i!i!:; with her brother. I. (I. Alilnch and family of South Fifth strr:. 4 WAS STILL STICKING TOIT ' KARL.' YOU BLUNDERING rKARLf you blundering jgrkN.?w, yotJRN HAT HEr'e Pi Wrh! AS SOON AS IT'S DARK, v I- HE'LL SNEAK BACK-THEN WE'LL COLLAR HIM .' Ti:X VKARS AGO TODAY lllack Cat Opens Open today for -4 i l,Wi2aif3 Vft 69 ( H Jail OH, TILLIE DID 1 HEAR SOMEONE (now EVERYTHING Lf TILL IE, TILLIE the TOILER i Ear a. ,-,,!,,- rxm. ,1 ( SHH! NOW VtXl yiLL G WE VtXJR-J 'V7TSELF VMIL.U rjc ALU Kiaru. I'LL GET LIMDELL NCT ELAINE, you MUS'iNT SHOvT VOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME AFTER WHAT TO PRjOSECUTE? EMOTION! MUMS'I!. firSPE 'T you're in Dime U LT Y. I'VE DOME THAT TO TOU At the Movie PALACE Tuesday anil Wednesday Some of the most picturesque scenery 111 Old Mexico Is In ought fo the sen-en In RKO Radios new Falcon mystery, "The Falcon In Mexico." featuring Tom Conway. l'urtifularly Wiid are the scenes of the caiiillellclil procession anil fleam in the linle Mexican tillage of .laliitzio, and the sequences along l he shores of Lake I'airzcuaro. showing Hie famous fleet of Imiterly fishing boats skimming along its surface. l'romiueiit in supporting roles are Mona Maria. Martha Mae-Vicar. Nester I'aiva. Mary Currier. Cecilia t'allejo. Kmory I'arn-ell and Joseph Vitalie. "Days of Old Cheyenne" wilh Don "lied" Harry opens at the Palace Thea're as the second 'iV .. h'Ji Washington Rep. Charles A. Halleck (R), Ind., asserting "New Deal Squandering" of 100 billions in surplus war property is under way: "It now appears that Harry Hopkins, the all-time champion waster, again is playing Santa Claus through certain of his proteges who will administer this vast undertaking." Washington Gen. Henry H. Arnold, Commander of the Army Air Forces, on the latest B-29 Tokyo raid: "We will keep on hammering at all Japanese industries, wherever they may be. . . The B-29 airplanes and the B-29 crews will not be H-39 ' 7 Lf POPEYE THE SHIP OF COURSE I J THAIS STRANGE, I'M SURE U All) PlPP I All) PlPP 1 I POPEVE, I CAMOUFLAGE?! SHOJLP HAVE PRIVEN UP A ( IT UJAS RIGHT ALONG HEKt.' PniDW I OTS THE SHIK NOUJ UJt WON'T BE BOTHERED STAKEBESIPEJ I f SOUEE'PEA ( OF PEOPLE AlN T 1 ' J A mrr-n .rtl fiitr ArJ'T BV PLANES FROM THE GOT NO JEEP TV WENT AUUAV ) ( n h JUNEBUG ISLANIPS PonpTIEIEN SEE HER ? ' 5)'. -0-L- WABASH Wednesday ami Thursday "The Sweel heart of World War II." (Frances Laugford to you I is on her way to the home front. That's news, for the ;. 1. Nightingale is usually on her way to the war front wilh Hop Hope and his unit, to bring joy and lilting HEAVENS SUPPOSE IUE 'AT OJAS A SUUELL.J UL ( GOT NO JEEP) ULSIS NEVER FINP OUR SHIP?? -a in y JV I song to our fighting forces. Hut this time Miss Lang ford comes to the movie fans in a pic Washington Rep. James W. Wads-worth, ( R I of New York urges compulsory military training for all youths of 18: "There are still earnest groups who believe the way to end wars is to hang on the wall a motto which says 'Let us have peace,' but the groups are fewer." Another thing to remember is that the cigarette shortage may eventually mean fewer ash trays to empty. ture that is guaranteed to bring as much joy to the home front as she lias to the embattled forces in Tunisia or Salerno. It is titled "Dixie Jamboree," in which she is co-starred with Cuy - ( ( & L i-2 1

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