The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 24, 1949 · Page 11
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WEDNESDAY, AUGUST «, l»|f OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williomi BLYTHEVTLLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS ftiOXr OKA-/... 1OU BUMPED TH «°<?J DOG'S WATER WkN AM GOT A SHOE rtXL — i':?u?d BUT ** ~ IWT fHev^Y y'&'a TO DUMP rr, ALL :A ^K- RUMtOIN' INSIDE *XJR CLOTHES? THE WDHRV WART " —,• Our Boording House with Moj. Hoop.« &OOOiV»*llt46, ESe««T.' ._. "' 6.f4fi^«MerJT,tTRO*T . -HSU/I DBOPPEO*JT6 SMtfsw , MV FUOt OLD HAMOMAOt HttS* ZITHER.'-"-P6EHA.PS CAM IMPROSJ6 THE JIN6 WOOR VJlTH A BIT Of HA3 DONbO U«A/-~ SlM«? '-(i'CJ-^i IL. I'M A coyore , MAJOR .(kwoi _ A LlTTLfc.' Wft'RC MO M(GKTIM<SA4,6& gut VsJe jJRY-— oie 60ootuiM& . W6R6 TO CALL : PfXlCC.' ^S^SJT^ kX w •'- • -*\,w • mt aw ums MAN Be 60Mt- VOU'LL ;MSR ftR IKl TtfrLL- J^i ^/'4l F *>-> i» I;jg3ff SCI PRESCRIPTIONS Kresh Stock Guaranteed Itest Prices Kirby Drug Stores TERMITE AND PEST CONTROL Beware of fraudulent operator*! Use the protrrllun afforded by the Stale and demand a licensed operalnr. Experienced, Reliable Termites . Household Pesls. Blylheville's only licensed operator. WALLS CERTIFIED TERMITE SERVICE Rle. I. Box 8-W. East Main St Phone 3792 For the" Finest Prescript-ion Service DRUG STORE ZZl Wei* Mate say It . . . With Flower* THE FLOWER SHOP Glenco* BalMing Phone 4491 M rtil We Follow Your Doctor s Prescription Nichols Drug PHONI 4M1 FOR SALE Concrete eitreru 12 inch la 4* inch, plain 01 reenfwced Ate. Concrete KuHdln, Hlorki cbra»- ft than inmher tor bams ehkkeB himvs pump K»IM* tenant house* lool *hrds Wt debTer Call i* for (re* «stiraau Phone (91 OSCEOLA TILE & CULVERT CO Day or Night Call 8 RED TOP CAB CO. Steps to Copyright by ^ HttlmaN-Curl, IIK.' I-HE UTOHY, "kit, iri I by NEA 5EHVICE, e. ••» .1 Ik* r» •* Urirulc. j» - i H *a. Krtrftrfrfc Vfci- III "tfOBEE, oh Kobee!" Gayne! spied Ihe little rilipino coming down the Grand Staircase, so designated because it rose with such majestic dignity (rom the exact center of the enormous, crystal-chancieliered reception hall "Even the dogs seem to have deserted Ihe house. Kobee! For heaven's sake, what's that terrific racket? Why have you such a guilty look? Tell me—what's up, what's going on?" "I have wish to exchange Ihe word," Kobee said. His small. beady eyes were apprehensive; he rubbed hi! hands, wrinkled and dry as old parchment, together in silent anguish. "You come home very late." "Never mind that," Gayne! interrupted. I "We are all wait for it," Kobee 'reminded gently. "That is why f make the preparation for you." He sighed deeply and shook his head. i"I have the wish to inform you that it is now the desire to open •the theater, to benefit the performances." | Gaynel yanked oft her small tan beret, made a ringer with it over a huge silver loving cup on the mammoth secretary, peeled off her gloves and tossed them in the same direction. "You don't mean Mother's opening the theater? Why, ft |hasn't been so much as dusted since we used to do Uncle Tom and Elsie Dinsmore for the admission of Iwo pins." Gaynel did not wait for his elaborate explanation. Another ear-splitting bang, as though a 10-lon truck were being trundled over her head, made her take the stairs to the third floor for first-hand observation. ! were a dozen or 90 people in the theater, which was practically emptied now of the old trunks and boxes and conglomerated storage of many years and the removal o< which had, no doubt, been largely responsible lor the sound effect*. r Gaynel'i younger sister, Pat. was sitting on the steps, nursing her chin and wearing a torn smock and her most set. stubborn air. Miss Cupples. the maid, was on tiptoe, handing something to Gaynel's mother who, perched on a slepladder. was feminine and fluffy, as usual, in her sheerest, most billowy house cont and highest rhinestone-hecled mules Even Denny, Gaynel's brother, appeared lo have been commissioned into activity. He was strutting about on the stage, giving forth Shake- „„ ,„, uu: „„_>,„:. spearean selections to the accom- dined her head, but she'did nui pammenl of Clipper. Pal's wire- put out her hand. One look told haired, who yapped ecstatically at his heels and to the amusement of an admiring audience of two girls, rocking in each other's arms between fits of hysterical laughter. "Darling!- Mrs. Teare discovered her eldest child standing like > grim Cerberus in the doorway. "So you're home at last. Do come on in, darling. See what we're doing." In her enthusiasm she caught one of the rhineslone heels in the chiffon folds and was only saved from (ailing off the ladder by Miss Cupples' ever-ready hand. "Hi, Sis!* Denny stopped bis -Darlin«rr Mr*. Teare discovered her eldest chilli standirn !• the doorway. "So jou're home at lasL Do come in. See what we're doinc." preening long enough lo blow her I group. -And this Is Miss Pierce, 1 kiss, followed by a broad wiok "Yes, it's too, too exciting. Did you come for a try-out, Miss?" He pulled his fnce into a severe contortion. The resemblance between Denny and Gaynel was striking; they might have been twins — there was only 18 months difference, except that, being masculine, Denny was almost too handseme for his own good. please!" His mother threw him one of her beseeching looks, crossed to take Gayncl's hands. She remained blissfully unaware of Denny's slight mockery; it was inconceivable that any child of hers would be rude in any way; besides. Denny, being her only son and her favorite child, could cio no wrong. "Darling, 1 want you lo meet Mclvin Mosby. . . . Come here, Mclvin. please! You see, darling, it's all Melvin's idea; he's so full of ideas! The little thealer movement; all the arts. So worlh while . . the way the drama is declining with ball games and the cinema and all. Mc-lvin. Ihi5 is my other darling daughter. Gaynel, Mr. Mos- w do von do?" G.iynel in- her here was the Hoot of the Trouble. Mr. Mosby, in spile of his ideas, looked like a harmless and helpless rabbit; he had a long nose that actually quivered, and big ears. So H was Little Theater now. Last month it had been a Sur- Realist, Ihe month before a New- Thought Cult; before that an orchestra leader, • relative of Miss Cupples, who by now had become » permanent fixture. "You haven't said that you think it a lovely idea." he mother persisted. She put an arm through Gaynel'i. drawing her mto tht . , introducing a short, plump girl with horn-rimmed glasses, wi. was struggling with some screens "Miss Pierce is going to be in the dramatic division. And Mr Thornblow . . . come here, Thorny, darling—Mr. Thornblow writes. Gaynel. He's going to do a play for us. Isn't that too wonderful?" • • • '"TOO wonderful,- Gaynel agreed. She gathered her forces, telling herself she must be firm and cast her ballot now or never. Miss Pierce looked 'well nourished. And writers were supposed to be able to exist on next to nothing. But this really looked bad. One protege, or doctrinaire, was enough; a whole troupe was beyond comprehension. "Won't it cost i terrible lot?" Game] ventured, watching for the pained expression that such material matters always brought to her mother's eyes. "Costumes and scenery and all. f mean. And Just to heal this place alone." The furnaces simply gorged coal as it was "Darling! I knew you'd -my something like that!" The pained expression was very much in evidence. Denny winker! again at his sister. "Why, the whole thing isn't going lo pitt us out a penny!" "Our idea," Mr. Mosby explained gravely, as though pampering a willful child, "k to make money. Miss Tcare." "For charity, of course!" her mother hastened to explain. Gaynel wondered why she always must be the one put on the defensive. The Conscientious Objector. It wasn't a pleasant role She haled to be made out penurious. But after all she managed al the household finances. »nd sht W'as the main contributor, Shi said, "It's not that I don't understand, or think il a nice idea, I you're sure that it won'l cost . . . (T* Be Continued) 11V I BV MA MRVK4. WC. T PAGE ELEVEN FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL BLOSSER Don't Collapse "I've got a good dig ready for Mrs. Benson—at our l&it m»«ting sh« told me I was right in style, that she had tien four dresses exactly like mine!" LARO ihj.s we GAVE HIM F TO GO Win JUST WHY ARC ~Kt> 60INS OK! THIS CAMPING TfaP, SON ? W l FIGURE I MEED A GOOD REST BEFORE SCMOOC OPENS AGAIN.' E S3 PRISCILLA'S POP NOIHER BROKEN LAMP THIS TIMF YOU'LL He Strict HOW CAN V PAV A DOLLAR A WEEK WHEN MY ALLOWANCE IS ONLY 50 CENTS? VIC FLINT BY Al, VERMEKR Precious Packnge WELL I HAD HOPES \A MURDERER Of F1NOIN6 A MLJRWP.ER) MR.RJrU9 HERE.TACKY, BUT AIL >^-.__ WE TOUND WAS A T-'SURE.VICi PEASANT VACATION.,/A PRIVATE D£TKTIVt,BUl ; HE DIDN'T D£- ATECT ANYTHING, HERE. 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