The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 26, 1949 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

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TUESDAY, JULY 2*5, 1949 BLYTHEVTLLi: (ARK.)' COURIER NEWS OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams PAGE ELEVEN Our Boarding House with Moj. Hoople FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL BLOSSEB The Gardener's? WITH (T NEAR TIMC FOB. THE LAUMORV MAX], IVE NO TIME TD WAKE HJM UP.' DCTOT MUC3RRV-- PUT MM BACK He BREAKS IN TWO/ V^E ABOOT CEADV TO PROCEED TO Ml (OK MA.3OR/NOMOC6 S E LOAD ORDER! THERe IS A MOTION WFO«E THE MR. . CHAIRMAN! L note IkJDUCEOA CHEF, MV TO ACCOMPANY US' TOP CFA MOTiOl, URD/ MOTION . SMOOLOY7 DIRECTOR SMITH MOW HAS THE ROOR..' ALL IM FAVOR OF THE MOTION ? WHV MOTHERS GET 6RAV JRWiLLiv*5> By Mildred Cram and Norwood White "Sometimes I think I'd like to be an actress like you, Sis but I'll bet you find it'» an awful lot of work!" IMUSCI1.L.VS POP BY Al, VERMEKR NOW WATCH/ I'LL SHOW HOW A WOODSMAN CATCHES DINNER, WELL . THERE'S THE SALAD; NOW LET'5 SEE VOU CATCH THE MEAT C.rllr.. ..k. Vr. M»- f ,,,,•< nk. ,. ,^k f.r Mr*. B. wk« liv*« !• lk«-1njlrr. Al IkMI •••«•«••« lk« W0MMH Wk* fci Ir-aviBK l**k* at Mm. *«!•>»« wltb frirbt "!>•••« ~_ Going to Lakeside I!Y MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE YOURE TEN MINUTES LATE, VIC/J?J f\ou DIDN'T MF4/V WE'I?E OUT FOR A 600D TIME, TACK* ^-J-. AKESIDE LO =>SE IS PROBABLY THAT ABOUT CALLIN6 TACkY'S BEEN OP SINCE DAWN, THE COPS, OfD YOU? SURE/ ARE THEIR BUSINESS. I'M IN THIS FOR PUIMH/M REASONS V-jOF YOU.^'OON'T WORRY. MOWER A1UI- VANE.IFTROUBlt COMES. I'tLCAlL THE COPS J.IKE ASOOO mTLE BOY. WASH TUBBS (loin),' All Out BY LESLIE TURNER 500 Italian Children To Vacation in Denmark ROME — (P)— Tivt hundred It- illan children will ^pend their holidays In Denmark under the International Union /or the Protection of Children. The Union is an Independent organization "which looks after children not eligible lor help under other existing schemes," said Miss cltire Wenner, delegate tor the organization Tor Italy. The 500 children will be the third batch, of young Italians to spend their vacations In Denmark. In 1941 one thousand were sent there - GOOD FOOD &> DRIVE TO SIMPSON'S CAFE Irk-Mo State Lin* A Cool Place to Eat Sunday Special from 1 to 3 • Crappie Fish • Fried Chicken Dinner 75c : • We Never Close • Service That'* Our Motto/ We «part oo eBon m provldlnt in EXTRA everyday prescription service whlcb mean» extra con- venlenee to TOU Peel tree to CU) ^n IM at anr time Prompt 4*- K<rj Mtric*. Pbane NTT WOODS DRUG STORE FOR SALE Concrete ealTerta, 12 lack C* tt inch, plain « ntatontm- *k» Concrete BaihUni Ble«k> cheaper thin lumber (or barn*, ehlckeai honiea, pimp hoBsea, tenant ha we, to*l ibedi. Wt deliver Call D> for free eattmaU Phone (91. OSCEOLA TILE & CULVERT CO. Say It . With Flower* THE FLOWER SHOP UiencM rtolldint Phone 4491 «r CT« advice," th« young woman with frightened eyes cried, "and don't you let him talk you into it! I was going to cook for her. But I'd rather be dead first! She'j crazy. She'i ermiy. I tell you!" Her voice rose in a kind at scream. Mrs. Malone said quickly: think the bu« H coming." She picked up her suitcase. "You'd better be ready. They hate to wait." She feH a certain embarrassment at having witnessed the hysterical outburst. But she was curious, too— vtrj curious. The black-haired driver (ook a deep puff o< his cigaret, dropped it and ground it into the sand with the tip of his polished shoe.* The bus wax making time. R loomed larger »nd larger, seeming to drink in the long MM river at road. Mrs. Malone stood frrmhr planted, waving her winter root so that its fur-trimmed sleeves flapped like a scarecrow's. Then she could hew the brakes beginning to take h<4d. The engine backfired noisily and the bos stowed to a stop. . "Ot» passenger only. . . . Yow'd better wait Jor the "special.' It'll b» along in half an how," the driver called. : "Oh, dear," fh« vnwng woman : eried, "I can't wait! I want to get away from here! I've rot to!" Mr». Malone was first in line. It wa« her privilege to go. But that meant she would never know. "You go ahead," she said. Til Wftlt here. I'm in no hurry." •Oh, tlwak you!" 'THE young womnn scrambled into the bus. Mrs. Malone could see the other passengers craning at the windows to get a better view of the monster trailer. Some of them were standing up and pointing. But the bus couldn't wait. The door closed and the tires began to turn with a bubbling sound. Rapidly, the bus fled. "That was very nice of you," the uniformed man said. "Why did you do it?" "I thought maybe rd take the job." Mrs. Malone had not intended to go so far. The sudden impulse stemmed from her dread of being alone. Her husband had been an exciting companion—adventurous, brave and good-natured—and this would be her first winter without him. The thought <rf the long, idle months ahead, spent as a sort of paying guest in her sister's house, made her reckless and desperate. "What is there in it?" she asked. "For me, I mean? Is this Mrs. What's-Her-Name really crazy?" "Crazy like a fox." the man said. i. , WM not lan ' *>"< >*« wve the Impression of •eirnt because of ber slcmlcrncss and the liifly heel* she wore. "Come imd meet her. You can see for yourself." Mrs. Malone folded her coat and placed it neatly oo top at her suitcase. She was aware of an accelerated heartbeat as she followed the driver and wailed beside him for the steps to make their mysterious appearance. Then she followed him into the trailer, ducking her head to clear the low doorway. She found herself in a narrow entry, from which a door opened to the left. "Mrs. Kverson? I think I've found another cook for you." ^ FIRST quick glance through the door disclosed a necessarily narrow yet luxurious interior: an impression of silvery walls, hydrangea-blue curtains, sofas or bunks upholstered in gray satin. But Mrs. Malone had no opportunity to observe the details. A woman was sitting tailor-fashion on one of the sofas. Her appearance was so extraordinary that her surroundings seemed unimportant in comparison. She wasn't young, nor was she strictly beautiful. She had, rather, the ageless look achieved by certain famous actresses. Her skin was taut, her contours flawless, her hair abundant and rather dark. She had immense blue eyes and a narrow, painted mouth. Her hands were large, the nails lacquered. Here, as so often happens, she stood revealed as a woman possibly in her 40's. She wore a black crepe dress fastened by a clip jet with diamonds in mounting pl.itmum squares. "How do you do?" she said. Her voice was a cicen alto, un- expected in so slight a woman. "Wher« did you find her, Rudy?" she asked the driver. "Did she drop out of the sky. like a ' frog in a rainstorm? A cook in the middle of the Mojavc! How come?" • • • ATns. MALONE explained quickly. She was not a cook by profession, hut she was willing to try, provided, of course, that too much was not expected of her —fancy desserts, for instance, such as pastries. "1 understand soups, meats and sauces. They say I make the best coffee in California. That's about all . . ." "It will be enough," Mrs. Everson interrupted, "if you're also willing to learn. What's your name?" "Malone." "Molly?" The crimson mnulh smiled' there was a trace of mockery in the eyes. "My name's Margaret." "I'll call you Malone." Mrs. Evcrson unfolded and stood up. She was not tall, but she gave the impression of height because of her slcndcrncss and the lofty heels she wore. Quenching her cigaret in a crystal dish full of half-smoked stubs stained with lipstick, she said: "This Is the situation. As you sec. I'm a traveler, on my way to spend the winter in a remote, unsettled par! of the country. This trailer is my home. Your room if you decide to work for me is here . . .* GRAIN STORAGE BINS Yourself of support prices on your ^ Soybeans, Corn, Wheat and other Grain*. Our Bins are Government Approved, GOT- ernment Financed, 5 years to pay For Full Particulars—Call or Come In. BLYTHEVILLE SOYBEAN CORP. Blytheville, Ark. Phones 856-857 HAIRY VETCH Early Shipmenl Expected ... Place your order now for your rcrjuiremenls, to insure your needs Com first car. Blyfheville Soybean Corp. Phones 856-857 Blytheville. Ark S (0\||>\\ Phone 521 Phon« 3075 VOU LI HAVE A UICE y \&S QUITE Busy. UNCLE WEST EGG LEFT, El'EWf fASY! HOL' STILL DwTpv *FTER WHECITMJCE I r)A pixwa VOU UP VKZ TMES, \E,0 PBETTY THIS TIME! CIS. COUE HEBE, I'll SHOW VOJ — CMHV, THE HOUSEKEEPER. „,„.,. „„„ HOT LUcrrVDLtDeESSmJGjFKOM NEXT HE UP IU HEK. CLOTHES. ,/DOOe WANT' 10 BORROW A CUP V SUGAR, GIG! s ( V KWOW, IAR.WILTY... I DON'T TWIHK I EV« 1 SAW A WIDOWER. WHO TK1EO HUEDEB TO BE A M.OTHER. TO HIS CHILD ' BUGS BUNNY Vcngriince Ts Mine VA MAY BE MY PET PENGUIN, TWERPO, BUT YA DON'T GST EVERVTHING/ \ GIMME TM' FAN/ ' IJ J GROARK/CROARK' AUMH/ THAT'S BETTER/ Following (lie Itotket UY V. T. HAMI.IN iV THAT THE ROCKET HAS PASSED FROM SIGHT V.ELL SHIFT THE SCENE TO THE LABORATORY OF D^. WONMLJG S\'HO 15 ENDEAVORING TO CONTACT 'THE SPACE-TRAVELERS ON THEtE V.AY TO THE BY EDGAR MARTIN

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