The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 9, 1949 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Tuesday, August 9, 1949
Page 13
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TUESDAY, AUGUST », 19« (ARK.) COURIER NEWS PAGE THIRTEEN OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams I SAIP GET -THOSE CAR LIGHTS Off! WE WERE SITTING HERE . COCLIMG OFF WHEN XXI TURWED IW TH 1 DRIVE AND MVA. JUMPED AMP &OT TWISTED UP-THC WHO TAUGHT ME HOW KiOT TO Our Boarding House with Moj. Hoople 66*0.' VirW H OM. f HOW WOOLO1W* 3O**fg? 16 TH»a •J <jo ? — I ASK THE X*)IMAL,V5/* 6r4AA» I "KHOVJ HOW TO MAKfc A SOATJfSUFPICietf ... ,.„. _ &5TOP SMELL 1(46?" ANOtW6j|» HlODBM -, p.. COULD COMMflNDieOAT REPLIES, *Ve«. .<gp^ VJHERR \ *5,000 PER «2 CUTOFF HIS NO56 1 /*&» COOLt) THAT SOFT WATER ON YOUR FARM Von tit. enjoj the wonderful onvenicncc and economy «J hirini »f( iraCer on your Urn f jim jet & modem Water Softener from BUILDERS SUPPLY, Inc. So. Highway «1 Phone Z43 Mildred CraM and Horwood White THR VIOKYi A **l4«w. Ik* world, ha» hlr*>4 Mr*. Mar- fmrtt Mmlnm* •• e«*k. Mr*. K*«r~ • OB !• • c-flMjc fm * «>•»*•• »( iw* Kin * I tr •!!«•» I* **• pi nee •> • iiffly.™ Al»* IB thr party ar* Had 7. • fgrwer 4l*mr*f*i M»vl* • tar; Victor, aa e4 B 4'»lr4 fr'iltvl»v. »w4 the lrjNaa. Mr . twice !»«•*• ir Mi eark DM** •>•» • Iny. She fcera ll*v«- $• The irn|ik«- and lf *era«ade4 » «•••* I* • Then, for many hours, the trailers followed unfrequented roads. And Mrs. Everson, wearing a leopard skin coat, with a magenla handkerchief tied over her hair and under her chin, sat beside Rudy, giving directions. "Where do you suppose we are?" Mrs, Malone asked the Marchese. "This feels like New Mexico to . f rnnll* K v For the Finest Prescription Service th«i !Hm. K*«•/*»>• I* )• l*vr "1111 Kurij. HUT Rarfy w*at» **lr Mr*. • • • XIV r PHAT night, as u,sital, the caravan parked beside the road. And again Mrs. MaLone could not sleep. She was pursued by dreary thoughts of frustration and bate and destruction. The Bomb iden was the worst— it kept creeping in, against all reason. And just as Rudy had said ibout the beach: pretty soon a vave bigger than the rest came in, id there you wet*, all well H is very late when she finally zed oft. The realization of motion woke her. She got hastily out of bed, fearful lest she had overslept and that breakfast would be late. Bui when she lifted the metal blind, It was still dark outside. She could see nothing except the blurred out- ines of rock-masses, and as the road turned, the wheeling of the starry sky. Her watch said two o'clock. All the rest of thnt night the earn van kept on the move. Anc when at last dawn came, it disclosed a difference in th« landscape. The desert had given waj to hills and, beyond, amethystine mountain ranges, clear as glass The air itseir had changed and thr ventilators distributed an aromatii fragrance. PHE Marchese sent a careless and disinterested glance through he blue gauze curtains. "I do not know," he s;iid. "Mrs. verson is guiding us to our des- ination." He put the flute aside and with gesture invited Mrs. Malone to z seated. "Oh. I eouldnX sir," she said pointedly. "Sit down," h« repeated. "Tell m« about yourseU." She said there was nothing to tell, then surrendered to the inderstanding in his eyes and ;alked for an hour, mostly about Joe. "We were so happy together. Always kidding each other. Never a cross word. We knew what we liked and we went alter it, together. 1 suppose you'd laugh, if t told you the things we did. We didn't have any big ambitions— I mean we didn't want to make the headlines. "AH we cared about wns enjoying life in our own way: bumming around the country in an old car, camping out, talking to people we happened to meet, cooking our own food. But most of all we had to be free. "Joe didn't like what's been happening in the world. You see, controls, the credit bureaus ind the time payments. He believec in individualism—said it made for character. But now, he said, Americans were getting stamped out like an issue of currency, all alike. "He hated professional base tall and lit hated swing music. He said it made criminals by beating on the nerves. Jo< was a fumy one. I don't suppose you ever sn we were old enough to remember when it was a good place to live in. I mean, when nobody could tell you what to do or how to think. Joe hated the taxes and the "Y'ou should." (Tn Be Continued> FOR SALE CuiHTrlr culverli 12 Inch to ** inch, plain 01 reenturced Als* Concrete Building Blorki enrap- er than lumber for barm chicken huuses. pomp HoBse*. tenant hnusn. tool shed* We delicti Call as for free estimate . . . Phone 691 OSCEOLA TILE &'CULVERT CO THE GRAMS COMPANY I\L vi roi\s Real l>t<it'-- Morttjuoe loan*-IriMiraiK - . Phone 521 BH IHIMir ' Phone 3075 GRAIN STORAGE BINS Insure Yourself of support prices on your Soybeans, Corn, \Vheal and other Grains. 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 Say It . Wilb Klowert THE FLOWER SHOP fno M9) in fir) Nichols Drug PHONE 46*1 In England It's the Chemist Shop In France It's the. Apothecary Shop In Blytheville It's BARNEY'S DRUG STORE For Expert Prescription Service TUDEBAKER" SPECIAL 1927 BUICK 4-DOOR Ha* nf.* two-lone paint, Rood tires, runs extr* well. Se« tMfl car f«r good cheap trantporlaUnn. PRESCRIPTIONS fresh Slock Guaranteed Best Prices Kirby Drug Stores RENT A CAR DriTF AnjwhfTV V 0V nc«M Simpson Oil Co, Phone 937 Chixiac Your Car 1947 Mercury S-I'sssenger Coupe 1911 Plymouth 2-door ' 1940 Sludebaker Commander -1-dcwr 1939 DeSolo .|-d«or ' HK18 Oldsmobile l-do«r • Only a Few of Our .Many Fine Cars Chamblin Sales Co. "Your Friendly Stud«h*k«r Dealer" Railroad & Ash Phon* RR> TUDEBAKtR 1 FRECKJ.ES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MKKRILL BLOSSEK Close Quarters COr*. IM« BY m * ICkVKC. MC. 1. PCC,. U S. PAT. C "I ought to «•• a f«w mor» ball games before school starts—the teacher probably will ask us to wr'ite about ths important events in our vacation I" , r -rboee GOI** X Mw! I PLAY MOSIC W MY BC*T, I GUESS I OUGHTA OIAf!6e YOU I lfc>0 AN AMUSCMCNT TAX./ / H^VENT' / HCARD IA 1'KISCILLA'S POP Memory Lingers On BY AL VERMEKR Will Rogers? Joe was like h:m. While Joe was alive I was happy. We dodged modern life and bid inside our dreams. On rainy dayi we liked to watch the windowpanes streaming water while we were cozy inside, drinking coflee and reading, the great old stories . . ." "Malone," the Marchese interrupted, "Malone! Joe was A lucky man," "T was lucky too, sir," Mrs, Malone said quietly. "That is, until I lost Joe. Then I was the most unlucky person in the world/' "1 said he was a lucky man," th« Marchese repeated. "Weren't you ever married, sir?" "Yes," he said. A mist blurred his eyes. H« fumbled on the sofa beside him for the flule. "Yes. My wife died seven years ago, in a German prison camp. She was a political prisoner. After she died, 1 escaped." He blinked and smiled. "Strange, is it not, that violence has become such a commonplace? We find ourselves in an age of savage cruelty." He broke ofl, lifted the tlule to his lips and played a few notes, Then he paused and .said: "Did Joe ever tell yo* how pretty you are?" "Yes, sir. But since he left I never look in the mirror any OH DEAR; I KEEP THINKING WE'RE STILL CAMPING OUT/ , VIC FLINT Thai's a Dame for You BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE MY, MY.'LOOK f IF MY WES DON'T At TWE YOUNG / DtCCIVE Mi, THAt'i IOV£ BfRDS/ / 'ACKY THOMAS AND HI5 NEWG1SL FRIEND. THESE WAS A BfAUTIFUL (WOW, IOOK HOW RHU8A8B— - ./NICi THE STARS ARE/ SEE.LUCY, SOMETIMES YOU'RE SO SMART ITi l|Ki BflNS WITHABOV. BUT 8EINS A WOMAN AGAIN/ WASH TUUBS Time BY'LESLIE TURNER' I KUOW IM kAV OWN HSMa SOU \BEFOR6,1 CAMT SLAME HHVt UCKED TOUR \ ftUVOUE FOR BEIWO PROBLEM! BUT HOTHEK DOESU'T. I WEAUT TO T SUBEIY, YOU MUST KNOW 1 DO WMT TILLVOU \CAOE.G1G. BUT PERHAPS WE FELT SURE I HM>\SHOULDN'T GET TOO SERIOUS IkG UOCED ALCOHOL L T »-L VOU'UE HAD KOBE TIME... FOR GOOPi 3AN RUT 1IOVE WU TOO MUCH...1UE CAUTICJUS. I WONT LJRQ6 YOU. BUT.... SO UT's WNT A MOUTHS! %i/ CMHV \ BUT I CAW HEI.P HER. WHILE MSOU6EDS\W6'RE WWTIJUG.GIS. LET M6J5 SI TOU NOW. ISW WITH ME TOMOSROW.- TERRIBLY! /THERE ARE SO MMIY TWUSS 1WAUT TO PO WITH HEei JUGS BUNNY Kvcr Get Vtx>\r.dl ALLEY OOP Lei's Gel Oul BY V. T. HAMHN BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES You're Stuck I BY EDGAR MARTIN ViOW WtVV "K> 6O

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