The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on November 15, 1949 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Tuesday, November 15, 1949
Page 11
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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1949 BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER KEWS PAGE ELEVEN OUT OUR WAY 'HECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY MERRILL BLQSSBf It'* a I)«toy LIVESTOCK MEN ATTENTION FARMERS Dead, fallen and crippl« animals picked up free ot charge in sterilized trucks. Call collect, 6142, tilyth ville, Ark. ARKANSAS DEAD ANIMA1 DISPOSAL CO. 10.11 V*. Dur Boarding House with Maj. Hoople By J. R. Williams ee THAT ArJOTHEE. gGAD, BOYS/ OOriT IP Voo see A PAG6 0^6 RASH THAT A BROTHER OWL HAS THE CIVIC SCULPTORS -THAT MIGHT DRAVO US SSEv\J MEMBERS THIS CHWA COX VORSeOW HIM THAN BETTER. PITCH IT OUT PUBLIC EVE HYPNOTIST POT MSGRATM 1b SLEEP A STOR& -rw COPS' 3URIS- BACKWARD! PASS OJ ~" THE WHIFPIWS TOST Tfte CAMEO If you don't fa«hav« and «top .quirming, that bad man fitting next to you i* going to spank you' By Virginia Teale Copyr; 9 Kl, 1949, NEA SERVICE, INC. I'RISCII.LA'S POP Double and Nothing BY AL VERMEER PRISC'iLLA! ONE > PIECE OF CAKE 15 FOR. JENNJV LU! WHY DON'T YOU GIVE IT TO THE DEMTIST PUT\ BANDS ON HER TEETH! ALL-SHE CAN EW IS x^ SOUP! THAT'S TOO BAD.. JENNY LU) /OU SHOULD HWE TOLD PRI5CILLA BEFORE I QAN/E HER TWO PIECES OF II common sense should tell yon that any collector worth his salt would recognize a 'jiece like this one. The only thing t don't know about it is how you "Suspicion is unbecoming even to attractive women, my dear Hagar!" He bowed as she jerked in- Join the Party RY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE CAPTAIN EASY This Will Shock You BY LESLIE TURNER l!»MER EASV HOLPS H15 BREfXTH M THfc KEEPER RETURNS TO PICK UP THE UTENSILS / TMEM ATTACH f THE OTHER. ONE TO THE TIN PIATE-.THEU CEACK IM THE AWO WOW< OHE 0' THESE IWE WIRES INTO THE WATER... THE KEEPER LEWES, EftSV POUESHISCUPOF WfVTEP 1MTO THELOW PLACE OM THE FLOOR Stephanie's face turned to his urrow. Mr. Falter, will you?" justed his blue linen smock. "Busy ack, startled, at the surface Tire as a bee. Three, more orders came in today and no price limit on any of them. Tapestry weaving, as an art, is really coming into its own again, you know." He led the way through the empty hall. The corners of Martin's lips turned up mockingly as ATTENTION FARMERS! Hive several mechanical cottcn plck- tl » ^allable lor custom nicking. LEROT FINLEY. phone 9605 or 124. H —BAZAAR— Beautiful handwork, reasonable prices! Buy your Christmas gifts at our annual bazaar at the Legion Hut, Wednesday, t)ec. 7. Sponsored the ladies of the Catholic urch. 11-15 ck 12-6 Private Rooms Comfortable bedroom, close to towa Mtn only 310 W Walnut. 10jM pit 11(19 N!c« bedroom Men rmly balh, 613 Walnut Phone 2496 Front bRdroom. Ph. 2338. lip pk U',5 RENT A CAR Drive Anywhere Yoo Plcue Simpson Oil Co. Phone 937 You Can Tell the Difference in Good Shoe Repair WOODS Drug Store Experienced Prescription Service WOODS FOR SALE CONCRETE CULVERT TILE BKs y* lu te*& sel lAsl* lonKM Pun an; other bridge matrrl*! ittti S-IO-l2-li-lS-Zl-Z4-2T-M-3» inches CONCRKTr. SEWER TILE Slzei I-6-&, inches CONCRETE SEPTIC TANKS • Best Price* «Wc uellvci A. H. WEBB Ulghwa? 61 at Slatt Line Thone 1H that I cnme by H honestly. Anc now, the main point: I have it am you want it. 1 happen to know that you have sufficient means to meet my price, provided your well-known — ah — prudence in ,noney matters doesn't overcome your collector's mania." Hagar stood tense, her eye: yearning. One fist was pressec tightly up under her nose, thi nressure warping her angular faci into gargoyle outlines. Falter ceremoniously returnee he cameo to its box and offeree .t to Hagnr. She shook her head "Hah. The old brush snlesma trick. -Tell me first how much?" "I suppose r should ask $15,00( But, to you only, I'll say $12,000. She stamped her feet: "Yo know darned well I can't affor any such price!" He raised 'his eyebrows: "Fo what is probabVy the rarest came on the market? For the piece th would make your collection a most priceless? For the finest ca nelian carving ever_}o come out Italy?" •Since when cSd you become an authority on cameos?" Falter blew a plume of smoke toward the ceiling: "One learns what one may find. profitable. I could tell you even more about this pin. About how it figured in Napoleon's war with Russia, how it was used as a pawn for freedom by a Russian archduke. And about how, finally, it got back into the Russian crown jewels and was eventually brought to this country and sold to provide bread for an exiled duchess." "You've boned wf> well, Falter But, srfaoe I'm positive you dicin' give th* bread to the duchess, still question where you got hold Martin Falter " ot the pin. I haven't got $12,000 or even $10,000 to buy it." Sh brushed her palms together with brisk finality. "You can take th pin and—go up the street and se it for $12,000! I've got an invcn tory to finish." Falter shrugged, looked at th silver box regretfully and slippc* it into his pocket: "It seems 1 overestimated you good taste, Hagar, and under estimated your parsimony. We! perhaps someday'you may be able to feast your eyes on this cameo again—through the glass of some other collector's case." A S" he sauntered toward the door, < V Stephanie dashed forward and pulled at his sleeve: -No! Wait!" ' Stephanie's face was turned up to his pleadingly. Her right hand tugged imploringly at his left elbow as she spoke: • "Come back tomorrow, Mr. Faller, will you? Come back tomorrow and bring the pin. Will you, please?" He patted her shoulder. "1 may stop in again—if I'm in the neighborhood." He went out, closed the door quietly and walked away from the shop without a backward glance at the two staring women. Hagar confronted Stephanie "And what, may I ask, was the meaning of all that?" The' girl gave her a long, un- 1 wavering look, and Hagar drew n the blue eyes. "Hagar. Hagar, you must buy he cameo locket. You must!" ' Hagar laughed nervously. "At hat price? What's come over you, irl? I can't afford the thing, and nat's final." Hallway to the back room, she topped and pivoted slowly to face locket? into Stephanie: •Why did you call It t's a pin. A brooch." Stephanie was staring space, she shook her head: "No. It's a locket. And you must buy H, Hagar. No matter what it costs, we must get it away from M down otighCare. ARTIN FALTER made his way the town's main thor- ___., He passed a small building whose facade consisted of a blue door and a wide window in which a ceramic urn was displayed on a drape of tapestry—this was the studio of Nell and Tom O'Neill, art potters and people-about-town ATTENTION EX-G l.'s To Maintain lout Benefits PAV SOUR LEGION DDES SOW! DUD CASON POS1 24 Somewhere behind it, probably, were the buxom and impulsive Nell, and her husband, Tom, whose alternate oreoccypation with his clay and his bottle left Nell feeling neglected and receptive to sympathy and attention trom a discreet and personable friend. A sign farther up the street was Martin's goal today and he hurried toward it. He glanced up at the narrow platform jutting out over he top of th? doorway—on the platform rested a weathered spinning wheel. He rattled the knocker mpatiently. Quick footsteps sounded on the bare floor inside. A small Judas window in the top section of the door was opened cautiously. A key turned in the lock and the door swung wide. • "Martin! I was afraid it was some more of those sightseers the art gallery sends down. I had four here yesterday. The next time they come I'm going to pretend I'm a Japanese housctmy and nohod; else is at home. Come in, won' you?" Martin stepped inside. "Greet ings, Arnold. Hard at work?" Arnold Pfiefler smiled and ad he followed the slender, swaying figure. c • • » 'T'HF.Y entered a spacious, bright•*• ly lighted room. There were shelves from floor to ceiling honeycombed with cubicles containing yarns and threads of every available color and^ texture. Arnold seated himself and fitted a cigarct into his meerschaum and amber holder; he lighted the ciga- rct and leaned back, his eyes expectantly on Martin's face. "Well, Arnold," Martin began. 'my expenses have been heavy lately, and I find I could use a little extra cash." lie watched Arnold's expression change, and chuckled. "Oh, don't look so trapped, dear boy. 1'rn not going to ask for a loan." Arnold laughed depreciatingly and flourished his cigarct holder: "Why, I wasn't worried about that. Marty. Yon know I'd be only too glad — that is, I was just sorry to that things aren't prosperous or you." Kice of you. Anyhow, I was RUGS BUNNY Monkcv Business H«MM/ THERE'S \ COIN* CLANKIN 1 ) THAT CUP/ / - A I,LEY OOP Too Tough BY V. T. HAMI.IN vondering if you'd do a and for me in San Francisco when •ou go up tomorrow. .Tomorrow s the day, isn't it?" 'Yes. I have a tapestry to de ivcr." "Mind you, Arnold, this is confidential." Arnold nodded gravely. Martin drew out the silver box from his pocket, opened K and pushed ifacross the table. Arnold reached for it, giving a gasp of surprise and pleasure: Good heavens! What a perfectly gorgeous thing!. I've never seen anything like this—it's exquisite!" "It's worth an exquisite sum. too," Martin said flatly. "Oh, I can see it's a very rare old piece. What's it worth?" "I'm asking S10.000." (To Be Continued) Intermittent De-icer Found Best for Planes LOS ANGELES —(.'T>)— Bc-lctrs for airplanes work best if the heat ;s Intermittent, says Dr. Myron TrlbAis ot the University ol California. His experiments show that when Ice Is formed heat Is released. This heal can he ^iiscd to aid f'l Icing If the heat is turned on only at proper Intervals. THE GRAVES COMPANY I\E \LTOI\S .11HIMLJ Phone 3075 Y'60T TGIVE OOP CCED1T.' HE'S SIVING THAT. LECTURE BUSINESS OF _ THOUGHT: OSCAE; i C*NT DO IT.' I JUST C^N'T! MY <30SH. HO. IT'S OTTA TH' QUESTION. 1 LIKE C7SCASZ. SAV5..JU5T STAET HOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Hmpiil BY EDGAR MARTIN 6tiV,*E|

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