The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 25, 1949 · Page 17
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 17

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, August 25, 1949
Page 17
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THOTWDAT, ATTGtTST W, IWf Bi.Ynrevii.LB (ARK.) COUSTEK mews OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams PAGE LIVE STOCK MEN ATTENTION FARMERS Dead, fallen and crippled animals picked up free ol charge in sterilized trucks. Call collect, 6142, Hlythe- ville, Ark. ARKANSAS DEAD ANIMAL DISPOSAL CO. 6-28 ck 8-28 Female Help Wanted Coloi-cd Klrt to take e»re ot child o[ iwo. Musi b« respectable, and Jiun- *sl. Apply in person at 510 N Davidson 6;2S pk 8.28 Private Rooms Furnlaned room. 2128 Henley ph. 3W- 8;25 pic 27 Sleeping room. Gentlemen only. 1101 W. Ash. come after 3:30. 8:25 c*. 8 28 Bedroom adjoining bat h. Fhnne fRoonu with fan* Bljthevllle Qotei 8113 ck 9tl5 Bfrdroom, prlTatc bath Ph. 4#43 s;i5 pic Bedroom vita U tehee pmelegc* Ulrla or Ooupl* Ph 2423 f|30 pa S|3C Comfortable room. 2675. 8.18.49 9,18:49 Small houM-keepIng rotm outside. Ph. 2920. gi20 C k 8J27 For the Finest Prescription Service 3»J it . . 'WiUi Flower* 0 THE FLOWER SHOP Fboac MSI «• fitl Nichols Drug rRONE Mtl Doy or Night Call 981 RED TOP CAB CO. THE vr»nr: C.;.<-l Tm» b>. **«•« Kij»C wilt > 7»«« Unroll MillJoanir*. Harry UalabrtdKr. fcHI <hf • »• rrrrell* M*! •••Ihrr »•- ItrrttlBg r«»* ••••. rrll» t'rrT- • •». wh* {• far rr*H brlM » vill- II...jr. Cp T .,i .. mil; ike ftmlfru hrr br^ihrr. !>»••* w »«•»" *'*•!»• • Ub. »4 hrr r*BB «-r .l.lrr. Par. wh. 1. 14 yrnrit • II fit."' B ~"» '• *»»W»« « IV glNCE that night- several weeks ago. when there had been that confusion about Iheir meeting place — Barry claimed ht had wailed almost an hour in the Motor Bar — he had discovered a fhange in Gaynel. If he but knew that the change was a carefree young man by the name of Frederick Fitzroy Freyman. Barry might have become even more concerned. Wouldn't he have been shocked *t her letting someone pick her up? Oh. r'rilz had "taken her places, as he had promised. They had gone out together a great deal since then, although she had not asked him to her home yet He usually took her to places she had never seen before; or iat least in a different way. like the afternoon at Briggs Stadium, chewing peanuts and gulping pop and yelling herself hoarse when the Tigers scored against the Indians. It had been more fun, sitting in the press box, with the click of typewriters and telegraph wires lending added excitement. But then, everything one did with Fritz was fun. w»s different. "Come in," she called now' i response to a knock at her door. She hoped it wasn't her mother Emily insisting that she come down. Having seen the "tea" wei; «» ils wa-.. navnc! had slinned un- stairs, hoping for a shower and short rest before her dinner date with Barry. She was relieved to see Pat. "Come on m, honey. I've just had my shower and I'm going lo do my nails. What is it, Pat? You haven't been crying?" "Yes, I have," Pat said. Her lips quivered, u though she might at any moment break forth again; her eyes, blue like Emily's, but holding a fleck of green fire, smoldered. "It's Ihis new idea of Mother's— or rather of that hateful Melvin Mosby— I despise him!" • • • gHE drew her own face into « thunderous grimace. "Gay — I won't b« an actress! I won't. 1 t«)l you! Make * ninny out of myself before a lot of people. Paint my face. Mother says 111 have lo. And Melvin, the worm, uys III adore K. But I tell you before I'll act one single line in any at their nasty old plays I— I'll kj]| myself!" "Oh, come now, it isn't that bad, is it?" Gaynel tried lo keep any amusement out of her tone or eyes. This was no laughing matter to Pat. The child had succeeded in working herself into a state about it. She was just at that terribly seU-conscious phase— Gaynel remembered hersell «t that age _ when she »migh she would rather die thar-Ae made a (ool of, "It's <ie worst idea Mother ever got! 1 mean H, G«y, I'll run «w»y. I'll leave home." Gaynel put her arms around Pat, drew her closer. "You mustn't let yourself get so worked up over things. Trivial things." Pat said darkly, "This isn't trivial." "Learn to smile, to lai/gh at things." "I can't laugh If they make me make a fool of myself," Pat protested stubbornly. "Then laugh back! But stop your worrying about that. You won't have to act Pal. if rou'r« uaJSStaS/*' 4r v^5v£-;'Vj*' FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL BLOSSEB No Kitchen StovtT Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoople •WUFOCT., DOWTMOU BUEAK THEM < / GIT MY FALLS WTTH ) 1 GUITAR •HOKEHANPsrj \ HAND HURT/ THTMCAO tWNT WATTE*, I GUESS— KJCTTTKATN SUCH A Kteti MV>St«4. MlMD, TO uk* v> pK&sewr FOS SlOUR TALKING SOAT.' EVJEKl tWeOW IM LE&KHiS TO BOOT — VWTH A ZITK*R, MISKT TeACH A BEAK Tto HtLL B£ MteHTY H*MO^ XTHATS A 15 (WE AWXJMD.TMOUeuA 7iu3</ NEA SCRVICE. INC. "I thought w« «olv«<l that kitchen warfare when we bought the electric dishwasher, but now they're fighting to ••• who starts it!" I DOhTT MIND VOU HAViNG A CHARGE 5v ACCOUNT, " J * HAZEL... t>ooo HEAVENS, WHY MOT? VIC FLINT She's a Fan / THIS IS LOVELY/ ITS TWE\^GOSH, VOOR v ' flKJ TIME I'VE BEEN IN / FATHER S£EM5 50 • A RESTAURANT IN FOUR / WEll-TO-DO, I THOUGHT VfARS--S'NCt MY ' YOU ATE AROUND A LOT DIED/ IN SWANK SPOTS BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE r»!'i lip. quivered, ^t• s thlx B ew Me» of Mother's-or ralber •( th»l hatefol Mtlyin M«,by—I despise him.- second lime this week she'd played the coward, let herself be taken in. really so set against it." "I certainly will," Pat promised. The stuhhorn look was vanishf^d » radiant brightness taking its place. • • • gHE'S. lovely, Gaynel thought. She's going to be very atlrac- tive some day. "You can always come to me. Never forget that." Gaynel took the sweet young face between her hands. "Run along now, dear. I have to Bnish getting dressed or I'll be late," "I think Barry's simply grand!" Pat jaid as she left. "I wouldn't mind having dates, or even getting married, if I could find someone as perfectly grand as Barry." So Pat took St for granted that her sister was going to marry Barry, too. Oh, dear! Someone else at her door. At this rate she'd never be ready. "Yes?" she poked her head from th« closet. It was Denny this time. "What you doing, Sis? Playing hide-and-seek? Are you too dis- habile for me to enter your boudoir?" "Of course not ... cpme on in, Denny." Gaynel came out ot the closet. "I wai just trying to decide ~ 'hat to wear." "And of course you havent a thing. Not one rag. Vou women! Now a man—look at me!" He thrust fingers in vest pockets, threw out his chest, "I've worn this same suit day-in day-out for the last 20 month*. 1 really will have to invest in new raiment, come the spring, I fear. . . . That'i what 1 came to chat about, me love." His grin, always engaging, look on a slightly sheepish tinge. "Always the same, sad mournful cry. You don't suppose. Sis. you could let me h«ve a couple of nickels, now do you?" "1 don't suppose I ibould," Gay- iel said; but she never could refuse Denny. It would be the only way to fet rid of him. She was «ttin« »oft. This would D* the "O F course yt> " should," Denny said. 'For the honor of your country, my love—and your poor lost brother .into the bargain." Denny was willing lo make the interview as brie! as possible. Brevity would allay unnecessary and uncomfortable questioning. "Could you make it a ten spot. Sis:' I'm terribly short, really I am. I'll pay it back iust as soon as 1 possibly can." "How soon will that be?" Gaynel crossed to the bureau', took out her purse. She shut Ihe drawer with rather a bang. "U doesn't seem you should run short so early in the monlh, Denny. Didn't you get your check from Burns and Heath?" "I was afraid you'd ask that" Denny heaved a big sigh as he got to his feet. "That's another sad, sorry tale, I'm no longer cashing checks from Burns and Heath. I handed in my resignation about • week or so ago. Did I forget lo mention it?" "You resigned!" Gaynel could not keep the dismay out of her voice. It had seemed such a promising Job. He had had so much difficulty finding a position. Denny put his fingers in his vest again; threw back his handsome head. "They didn't appreciate me. Sis. Treated me like an errand boy. or half-wit. And you know I'm an Idea-Man, like Melvin.- He gave her a broad and knowing wink. "I had to resign. No future! Nothing there." Tin afraid a ten will have V> do," Gaynel said. She knew that Denny would forget all about paying it back. "You know as well «s 1 do, Denny, that we're living way beyond our means. With the house free and clear, and Father's insurance, we should be able to manage nicely. But you'd think we had thousands each month to go on, instead of a few hundred and my salary." fl (To Be Continued) Pickard's Gro and Market 1044 Chicko$awba _ ^ BBANOEO BEEF ( W« Spccialii* in Fancy Meats and Groc*ri«t W« Deliver Phone 2043 Plenty ol Parkin* Sp»e« Temperatures of 150 !o 180 degrees have been taken In the sun along the coast of the Persian Gulf In southern Iran, but these are unofficial records since official records must be taken in sheltered and ventilated locations. One hundred fourteen thousand Ions of spinach were shipped frtsli lo markets In the United Stales in 1M«. Biggest clam shells weigh as much, us 500 pounds. In England It's the Chemist Shop In France It's the Apothecary Shop In Blytheville It's BARNEY'S DRUG STORE •TIW\* j | \/KC For Expert Prescription Service VVIIAT A HIGHT FOR A BALL GAME/ '•• - • ETHE MORNQlS AKt HOT/ OK.TACKY, VOU EXPLAINED ,„•.. ALL TO ME, BUT I FORGET. WHICH ONt OF THEM IS THE SHORTSTOP 9 WASH TUBBS Planting Poison BY LESLIE TURNER i GET our so LITTLE, i_i WAWT GOIMO WITH \TtKRl»L¥ TO GO, GIG' BUT 3 THE « oou'T DAEE! JONT DARE! WHY* ' i CMI'T war iwn! vou SE,E.,,WELL,SHE THI1JKS 'tt SEEING TOO MUCH Of VOtl! SHE'S JEALOUS,GIG,. 6UT OOM'T ><OU SAV >. WOED ABOUT IT 1 ^GIG IS SO PtZSIST£NT_Kn I LOATHE PICNICS! PlEflSE.JAUx ok;AV DEAE-IKAKE SOA1E KIWOOF^^ ° kAV Foe«*e ti DON'T * WORD Of IT! VOLTEE GOU16 BUGS BUNNY 5^.Z HI , S ,.,T H !£ K HRE >ou I BEEN PILLIN FOUNTAIN CUSTOMER OF THE BANK, SIR? BY V. T. HAMLIN V-HEW.' OOP AND BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES BY EDGAR MARTIN DO OOOO , IVOO GO (OR VCV _J\T NOC« VOP SC01.O

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