The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 25, 1949 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

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MONDAT, JTJLY 1949 BLYTHEVTLLi: (ARK.)' COURIER NEWS OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams BORN THIRTY YEARS TCO SOON c « - ;« Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoople EGAD, SNUF FY/ TH AT INDOOR PAUOR OF VOUK* DISTURBS Me.'COME 3011-11 MY PARTY 110 A VACATION AT M1MK JUNCTION- , WE'D VJ6LCOM6 A MAM OF YOUR CULIMARY GEMIOS.' Of COURSE, OOR , CAMP LIFE MAY ffina-\. Be RUGGED/ > IP THAT'S FREE, MA3OR,rU 6lA • IT.'BARBECUED OWL, SMOTHERS . VllTH P1M6 COMES, COULDN'T Be *• KOUSH6R THAW I'WE SOT " 1 CAREL6&&W . REFERRED TO MY WIFE'S MOTHER A& ~ , BLU88ER . OLD ^ , - , ! AtiD VOU COT i WOOD.TOO Ski Mfl Run» In Summer BRIGHTON. Utah — (A-i— The 4.000-foot Brighton ski lilt starts at an elevation of 9,000 feet on the side of Ml. Milllcent. The lift has. 90 chairs and operates both winter and .summer. Winter .snow drpihs at this resort ranges from six to twelve feet. - GOOD FOOD - DRIVE TO SIMPSON'S CAFE \rk-Mo SUU Lin. A Cool Place to Eat f nday Special from 1 to a Crappie Fish • Fried Chicken Dinner 75c • We Never Close • That's Our Motto/ We vparc no eHort ID providing an EXTRA evervdaT prescription service vhlcb meant extra convenience to rou Feel fr«r to call on us at any time Prompt delivery 3ervice Phnn» 607 WOODS DRUG STORE Mildred Crow and Norwood White FOR SALE Concrete culverts. 12 Inch to M inch, plain or recnforced Ak* Concrete Building Blocks cheaper Ihm Imnhcr (01 barnx, chicken housrs. purap honses, tenant houses, tool sneda We deUvet Call ns for free estimate . . Phone 691 OSCEOLA TILE & CULVERT CO. Say 11 With Klower> THE FLOWER SHOP Fhnnr MSI oc 7741 M RS. MALONE locked all the doors in Itic rear of Ihc Dixie Hamburger lianch, and carrying her suitcases and licr viinler coal, eiUered Ihc bar for a lasl look around. The wall-clock alxive the romilcr said noon. The Los Angeles hns would be along in '20 mimiles and would slop for her if she signaled. She made certain that the hot plates and Brills were properly greased to withstand the months ol disuse ahead. She tested the locks on the cupboards and cabinets where the tableware and cllina were stored. Then she closed and barred the shutters, and went outside to wait. It was a brilliant, clear day in mid-September. The desert no longer shimmied in the full summer heat, and the straight ribbon ol road had lost its tar-pit look and was hard and blue under the cloudless sky. Mrs. Malone was thinking. She had had a good season. Thousands of tourisls, Los Angeles bound, had been attracted by the log cabin the shady porch, the clean restrooms, and had stopped for soclas hamburgers, coffee, candy bars and cigarets. She watched ihe horizon for the bus and mentally rcconnted he profits. Plenty, she figured, to pay her share at her sister's for th* winter. A few cars passed, but for the most part it was very quiet, the wonderful quiet of the Mojave which takes hold of one like strange music. No matter how many people poured across it, the desert remained untouched, pristine. • • • jyina. m/M.UiS'K toved and feared the silence. H healed her jangJed nerves but deepened her loneliness. Her widow-loneliness. Only by keeping busy could she forget for even a moment the loss of her husband Joe. Wonderful, kind, lovable Joe. She opened her purse lo get her handkerchief, but when she looked up she saw something that dried the film of tears. At first she thought it must be a moving-and- ^torage van or perhaps a truck towing some kind of a house. Gleaming silver while in the sun, it approached from the west. . . . This thing, whalcver it was, now look or the appearance of an armored fortress. It approached swiftly and smoothly until Mrs. Malonc was able to identify it as an enormous trailer pulled by a truck. A smaller trailer drawn by a car followed close behind. The 'thing" had a tall, cleaving prow. -ike a ship. It seemed to be made vitnerv o( chromium and was -treamiined from bow lo stern a great boal-shaped craiflc on wheels, glittering so that it hurl !he eyes. The whole caravan stowed up ns it approached the log cabin, and directly in front o( Mrs. Malone the driver of the leading truck «, T. M. «G. U. I. PAT FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL BLOSSEB Slrielly Business ee S A6e DIRECTORS OF THE CBUMTtt UUTARE & "Don't feel so bad, Mrs. Jenkins—you're still young enough to have five or six more boys with curls!" As A S700C- YEAH . HOt-DEE.i SAY SOCK 'EM Two I.EA sravicc, »sc. Cue, ' LITTUT EDUCATIONAL. EXPERIMENT IS DCXN& NICELY. , UVERMORB/ I'KLSCILLA'S POP And She Ciin I'rovc II IW'S RISHT PRISOLLA VERY LOW BY Al. VERMEER ONE JUST CHASED ME ALL THE WAN FROM THE BEACH; MOMSEMSE.' „ "1UCTI.E CAM'T MOVE THAT ^ FA'5T/ stW THIS ONE DID.' I RAIxl AS MARD A' COUIO VIC FLINT Thai's Tacky's Dish UY MICHAEL O'iMALLEY and RALPH LANE" He nodded toward flw specUenlar irwler. "How'd you like cook for ber?" be asked. brought the contraption to a slop. "Hi. there," he called, leaning out of his cab, "is this a bus station?" She said yes, it was, and thai Ihe Los Angeles bus was due any minute. "Okay." 'PHE driver dismounted. He was lull, blaijk-tiaired, and in his late forties. A handsome fellow, Mrs. Malone thought, but somehow unpleasant. Al?o his face seemed vaguely familiar. quick, catlike he walked back along the trailer and opened a door in iUs side. As he did so, steps reached out, unfolded, leaned down and touched the pavement. A young woman emerged from Ihc interior of the great silver ark and hurried down the steps. Someone behind her handed out a suitcase ;md a patent leather hat-box. Silently the steps retracted. The door closed. The young wornmvwas pretty, in a faded-blonde w!iy, bul her expression was so anxious, so troubled, lhat she looked older than she probably was. The uniformed driver took trrt luggage and followed her as she hurried toward Mrs. Malone. "Do you know when the next Los Angeles bus will come?" she asked breathlessly. "In about five minutes," Mrs. Malone said. "Thank goodness! Oh, thank ffoodness!" "I'll wait," the driver said, put- ling the luggage down, 'and make sure you get aboard." "No. Please. HI b* all right. This lady here is all the company 1 need. You go right ahead." "Mrs. Evcrson said lo wait." th« driver insisted. He sat on the cabin steps and lighted a cigaret. Something in the way he nicked out the match and tossed it aside struck a bell in Mrs. Malone's memory. She certainly had se*n him before. He wasn't young, bul he was lithe and taut, with hazel eyes and leeth too bone-white to be his own . . . capped teeth like the movie stars. That was it. She had seen him in the movies Gable? No. But a little like him The same general look, (he same denls in his checks when be smiled. T.TE smiled, now, catching her curious, puzzled glance. "Don'1 try lo guess," he said. "It was loo long ago. You're not that old." Unexpectedly, Mrs. Malone said: "I'm 38." "You don't look it," he said. He squinted up at the sign: "Dude Hamburger Ranch." "Do you run this joint?" "I did. I'm closing today for the winter." Til bet you're a good cook," he said. "Not bad, but nothing fancy. I like cooking, and that's what counts, 1 guess." He nodded toward the spectacular trailer, which rtood shimmering like a giant dragonfly in the sun. "How'cJ you like ta> cook for her?" he asked. "Who's her?" "Mrs. Everson. She needs a cook and she'll pay big wages. . . ." "Don't you dn it!" The young woman with the frightened eyes turned on Mrs Malone wilh a sorl of violence. (T« Ke Continued) attered clipping from a newspaper- that was my only clew to the G-note myste ry . 'THERE/* A RESORT . . CAUED'tAKESIOt-JUST SO YTHAT CLIPPING WILL MILES NORTH OF HEBE, AND luAD 1OL) /^IT MIGHT LEAD ME TO SOMEONE WHO ( KNEW IHE MURDKtO JOSE. IT'S MOBS V LIKELY TO LEAD TO A P1EASANI VACATION WASH TUBBS SAY. TACKY, 1 HATE TO SPtND A WEEK LtP AT THAT 1AXE AlOME, HOW'D YOU LIKE TOOOMt ALOUG? --?<•* Whnl Culhy Wants "/ don't understand Italian very well but I'm surt fw just said, 'for personal loans go to GFN- IRAL CONTRACT PURCHASE CORPORATION.'" .STUDEBAKER, Phone SSS Phone 888 at tu Q Take Your Pick From Good Used Cars 19 in Ford Custom 2-,Io,, r 194S Sliidebaker Land Cruiser mil ['lymonth 2-door 1!)KI Chevrolet 2-door 1840 Ko'rd 5-passenger Coupe 1 !Ki7 Kord 2-door 1931! Kord 2-door See These Trucks Before You Buy I ill 7 Jsfudcbaker 1-Ton Pickup 1ft 12 Kord 1 '/z-Ton 1012 Dodge '/i-Ton 1!)37 Chevrolet J'/j-Ton Chamblin Sales Co. 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