The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 21, 1950 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Friday, April 21, 1950
Page 13
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FRIDAY, APRIL 21, 1950 BLYTHEVILLS; (ARK.) COURIER NEWS PACK IHIJUUM OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams SEE TH' GUY EASE IN AND JUMP OUT? H6 TDLP ME HE WAS GONNA HIT 1>V BULL R3R A NEW LATHE CHOCK BUT HE THINKS HE'S FOUNP HIM IN A BAD ;"NO" HUMOR: •MO' \€> JUST /k& TH 1 BULL'S REALLY IK) HIS B6ST HUMOR- -HE'S REFUSW TO LET HAMP TAKE A DIRT'/ JDBJ LIFE.' NO, HAMR WOM'T ALLOW THE NOES HAVE FT Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoople T(7AMPtM6 me STREETS iu SEARCH o*= 308 BCPITTIKlSAHOo lrJ&feftKCMO »• MY THRQKT tS TO BET HE TAKES UP THE CU>EST?-WAT'S Political Announcement The Courier News has been authorized to announce the following candidates, subject to the Democratic primaries, July 25 and August 8. FOB COUNTV JUDGE Roland Green TtitfantStcvi *#-' Copyright 1950 by Hermino Block Kit. by NBA SERVICE. INC BY HERMINA BLACK * HECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL i Bronc Has m MIR mint VHmimaJ !»•»••« r«u«. «*«*t I* ovvffl h, (• «• with <rrW *•*•*! FOR STATE REPRESENTATIVE L. H. Atltry ' Re-election post No. 3 Kenneth S. Sulcer Post No. 2 B. o. "Gene" Flcetnan (For re-election Post No. 4) For Stale Senator W. R. Nicholson J. Lee Beardon K'fucky No. Fescue Pasture Mixtures, - Alfalfa, SEED CORN : State Certified COTTON SEED and SOYBEANS BLYTHEVILLE "'SOYBEAN CORP. 1900 W.jMain Phone 6856 RADIO AND TELEVISION REPAIR Factory-Trained Mechanics Any Make or Model Prompt Service Reasonable Prices Phon. 2642 We Pick Up and Deliver Fred Collihan 110 So. First SU Blytheville ,-—, • V- "/'"'." .- >'< :• " SHOE REPAIRING SAVES MONEY! Prompt Service : Expert Workmanship h H-fl LT£RS UflLITY SHO€ SHO r 121 W M O I N ST HY-C ALUMINUM CHIMNEY COVERS KfORE Apperanc* BUILDERS SUPPLY CO., Inc. fio Iliway Gl Phone 243-1 U to Calais. Park for two M ~' nlghu. ana then tn* take-off for North Africa Prance was below them u tf tt were painted on » gaily colored handkerchief: nighttime, between • starlit «ky and an Indigo sea. then Mirier* sparkling in sunlight and romantic. And now the mountain! with their wooded slopes left behind, far below to an almost blinding glare, the Sahara. When Clemency tint saw the desert, the excitement which bad held her from the moment she left the airport turned to mimethlnR which, tot tfae moment. Frightening. Suppose they were to com* down mi!e» from inrwhere) -Clemency bad always beeo'cu- riously tree from physical fear; in the few time* in her me in which it might have attacked her she nad been absolutely calm. Once, when she bad been boating DC a lake and the boat bad overturned—once when she had been crossing a deli and a maddened bull bad come a her. And several times when deat had come very near during trj< war." - ' ~ ' - - .... it was not physical fear she felt now—but a premonition, deep to- side her, of Impending disaster And she knew tt was for the 1 sec ond time. The flrst bad been Ir the agency when she had a sud den instinct to refuse the )ob she had just accepted. \ iTTLE Baba Ambtrley. who h; been asleep on ber knee awakened and began to cry. "Hush, sweetheart," Clemency soothed. "We'll soon be home—" "I want to get out of this old plane," announced Baba, who as Clemency was beginning to discover, knew her own mind to a sometimes alarming extent. "1 feel sick." "Oh, for the love of Mike, keep that child quiet!" Syrie, who was next to them, turned her head. "We ought to be there in five minutes." "Hear what Mummy says? You'll see Daddy very soon now." The child glanced at her mother and lapsed into silence. In about five minutes Biskra was in sight. The plane circled like a great bird, descending ever nearer to the earth. Clemency, holding the child against her, watched and fell 1 the strange, not altogether pleasant, sensation that the earth was coming up to meet them. There was the slightest bump and they were rolling across the airfield, before coming to a halt. The journey, so full of novelty and excitement, was over. Clemency stepped wit to feel solid ground beneath her. She had forgotten her strange, disquieting dread and in its place was a feel ing of relief—of release. . While the light luggage, which they had brought with them— trunks had to come by a differen route—was being unloaded. Syri glanced around her with a coo detachment that Clemency cnvicc while she hoped she herself lookei as unruffled—and felt quite sur that she did not. Justine, the elderly Frcnchwom an who was Syrie's personal maid stood near. Madame's leather jewe case in one hand, Madame's sma white hide suitcase at her feet, Th relationship between Justine an Clemency was. up to this point, little uncertain. The Frenchwoma had been very polite and quit helpful; but her attitudf was kind of armed truce. She was no quite sure whether Clemency w_ going to overplay the part of lad governess or not. Which amuse Clemency, who only asked to bt "If we could just grow about a foot we could stop our dishwashing and baby, sitting and get basketball / , scholarships!" MUCH BETTER . INDIVIDUALLY/ STRONGER. AND FASTER/ 8UTASA TEAM---wELL,rr WOULD 8f INTEREST ING Tb SEE/ ANYWAY, i WISH YOI/D If A WHIRL. A WALU3PIN6 ROTA YOU SIRLS is jusr TUE- MEDICINE THEY NEED? met a keen glance tram rr»j eye» u Hen Ambertsj (book band* with Her. left alone ic her own domain, and was quite ready to be friendly with mademoiselle. • When Justine.- tn ber shrewd French- way. discovered this, sbe was—.rat he i embarrassingly— ready to open up. -It was through Justine that Clemency found out that though Mrs. Amberley bad a few: hundreds a year of her owe, both she - and ber husband were entirely dependent on John Amberley's brother for the money which kept thenj in the sort of luxury they most certainly could not have afforded without his help. It was obvious that with a little ncouragement Justine would ave said more; an encourage- ent .which, however, Justine did ot get from Clemency, who irank from an inborn reticence rom discussing her employer's flairs. Justine, touching Syrie's arm, nformed: "There is Colonel Am- jerley, madame." * • • CLEMENCY looked with quick curiosity and saw a man lalk- ng to one of the officials. The next .oment he turned and walked uickly toward them. Colonel Amberley might have >een one of two people, but as "yrie said coolly: "Hello, Piers. I /as beginning to wonder if we were expected to walk home. 1 -lemency had made up her mind hat this was not Baba's father. Piers Amberley was a slender lark man, with a thin, aristocratic "ace and high check-bones. A itrong face, and an oddly contradictory one. The light grey eyes lad a curiously guarded expression, and though the lines of the mouth were generous, there was a sarcastic twist to the lips. A hare man—Clemency felt a sudden stirring of antagonism. ''You arrived ahead of time," hi replied. K I phoned and was tolc. you weren't expected till sunset Well, flaba." He bent and touched child's cheek with one finger 3ut made no attempt to kiss her. "Hello, Uncle Piers." Bab; seemed unusually subdued "Where's Daddy?" "Daddy had a headache," he uncle replied. "Come along. Th car is here." Syrie said: "This is Miss Nortoi —Baba's new governess, Piers Corriham decided she had enoug of the desert—but Miss Norto feels that she can take it." Clem cncy met a keen glance from thos grey eyes as Piers Amberley shoo hands. "The desert Isn't as bad as sounds," he said with a sligh smile. The luggage was put aboard big, grey limousine- which wa wailing- Clemency, Justine an Baba sat In the back while Syrie sat beside her brother-in-law, who drove. CLEMENCY felt a sudden diia- v "' co'mlort that was a taint echo ot her feeling on the plane. She wondered U she' were becoming over-Imaginative! or If triere really was a sense of hostility In the car Tlus certainly seemed to be a strange sorl of a Homecoming Syrie bad evinced no reai-tion when she neard that her nusbano was not well, and she and ner brother-m-law had not exchanged one rtiUtirk &s tht^y do&sed over the car, or during the subr.o- ucnl settling into it It was Baba who, as they drove f, demanded, "Is Daddy's head ching a lot, Uncle Piers?" Before he could answer, Syrie urned round to observe: "We'll oon know all about it—no doubt." here was an odd inflection in her oice. Piers Amberley said, with a ouch of constraint: "Only a touch f the sun, Syrie. He's all right, eally." There seemed to be a ote of defense in his voice. Clemency was certain it was ot her imagination that the two n the front scats did not exchange nother remark. Baba prattled to ustine an<V Clemency until her mother bade her sharply to be uiet. At which the maid looked at Clemency and shrugged her shoul- "ers. Clemency looked out of the win- !ow with growing fascination. There was a spell in this stark ex- )anse of snnd. broken by the small hump-backed hills and the patches of cactus; with ever and anon a froup of date palms clinging high oward the pale blue of the sky, and with the mountains rising in he distance. The Amberleys' house, on a large >asis, near a picturesque Arab vil- age, was visible some time before they reached it and Justine drew Clemency's attention to it The un, just beginning to drop toward :he west, bathed the massive white oullding.' The house was built rour-sqiiare round its courtyards, a tower at either end of the flat roof, balconies outside the green jalou- sied- windows, and square courtyard in front with fountains flinging up their spray into the evening air. Clemency looked with a deepening curiosity at this place which was to be her home, tor suddenly she remembered that she bad promised Mrs. Amberley faithfully that she would remain for a minimum of two years. It had been an easy promise to make, seeming to fit in exactly with what she wanted. But now— • (T* B* OoUnaed) A total of 1,568 races will be run during the 196 days of the New York racing season. RECTAL DISEASES A SPECIALTY DRS. NIES & HIES GASOLINE — TRACTOR FUEL — KEROSENE FUEL OIL — DIESEL FUEL OIL & GREASE G. 0. POETZ OIL CO. 2089—Phone—2089 Office: llfi W. Walnut. Hulk ]>1 an i: I'mmiserl Land 1'RISCILLA'S POP As Illustrated BY AL VERMEER AND EACH TIME YOU PUT A S DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO THROW THEIR MONEY AROUND FOOHSHLV: A PENMV SAVED SURE! THEIR LITTLE GIRLS HAVE NICE, FULL PK3GY BANKS! NICKEL IN VOUP 8ANK, GEE, I'M GLAD WE MARRIED HIM! I!Y MICHAEL O'MALLEY arid RALPH LAN! 'TTF7,. ALL RIGHT, FlINT, HERE IT IS -SHORT AND SWEET.' CAPTAIN EASY The Widow Cowdrey ; ? . BY LESLIE TURNEB «KS.COWDE.E»'S X NOW I WOT I WftklTft KNOW STEAWGE BARSAIM WAS \l£, HOW COME VOO SOCWJWKY THE NEWS He.COBB Hflp \ W , TH THIS W |no 6e COwDEtVl fOK MB'. CUT WHY WA9 Y SEE,«IZ cogg.HEe VOU coca WOU.DIITATTMCKNO \ TH*T UST STOPPED \PIACE AIN'T MORE'W/ LIMBEC TKEK6 IfcST GIK MILE OUT* TH' . SO YOU WOM'T IE \MORe ATTEHTKHJ THM HE SO RELUCTANT TO TELL US, EVEN WIFE HflD 5.HOWN UP MEANWHILE, P BUGS RUNNY Handy First Aid C! ^ SORRY, I GOT TH' HICCUPS.' HAVE YOU TRIED HOLDINGS YOUR BREATH AND COUNTING -TO THIRTY? Out lU becond r^ » BY V. T. HAML1N BOOTS AND HKR HUDDIES BY EDGAR MARTIN

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