The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 27, 1950 · Page 13
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 13

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, July 27, 1950
Page 13
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THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1950 (ARK.) COURIER NEWS VAGE TrTTW^EEH OUT OUR WAY , BvJ.R. Williams Our Boardino House with Mai. Hoonle Clearing Out Cotitrary to prevalent belief, you tlon'l have to sleep on your back to snore. HURRY! HURRY! YOU CANT WEAR BEST TO PLAY IN AMD I'VE GOT TO FIX MOUR N / BUT PtEATS.' 1—I GOOD C50SR VEAM.AMO 8t6 GUV « M LieeCAi. IfXXS&MAKlD SLftD TO . MEET'ifenJf tlGED BRIGHT U l'LL HAVE TO LOOK THROUGH AMD AS X3U v*RY' OTHERS.' BUT IF \ v IK. A HURRY TO GO OUT-- WELL, THIS IS IT/ MY PANTS TO SEE TH' SIDEWALK: RON FOB YOUS. . I AW? VOU IW, FRECKLES/ HE'S SOT A' /OF SWORO/ HORSES ?MV > AS TITOS COBALT, A BIG ALPACA MAMfgQM PERU.' ON MY LLAMA RANCH VJOULD VOO COM61DER A CUTTING HIMSELF A Piece DOMT USE /we* SWORDS,' x . /THAT PRESEMT SOS IS CtewO- COTA6A HORATIO AL6ER. [HERO.* ED.' THE NEW OME THAT JUSr AM ADMIRER OF MINEE ?l LEAVWS COBALT MftKES A6OOD IMPRE5SIOM =~CT Ff.wj i LU AM3 <S-«. BOCN THIRTY YEARS TOO SCOt-1 Monrovia,. capitnr ol Liberia. \s named after u. S. President James Monroe. . 1WO BT MA •CKVKT. mC. T. ». MO. U. *. MT. "I .remember when h« used to make that kind of fuss ov«r me — won't Daddy ever crow up, mom?" By Edwin Run Copyright 1950 by NEA Scmce, Ine PKISCIU.A'S POP liY AL VERMEER ME raced across the tennis /^OH, PRISCH-UA, . PLEASE STOP n I YOU'RE MAK1NQ ME SO TIRED HOW CAN IT MAKE YOU TIRED WHEN I'M DOING ALL THE I5Y MICHAKI, O'MAU.EY and RALPH L PiUNK V PLUNK. ACHOCt)OMTHE7rtHER ANO-rEXIT LIMPY.* NOU (VtEAN VOU LEFT TOWN BEK3RE THEY OPtNED THE RANTHER ttUB,VIC? IT'S THE FANCIEST SPOT ABOUND MERE-AMD THE LEAST LE&U.1HEAR. / HE WAS USErULTO US IN / BREAKING UP THE LOCAL RING I HERE, BUT NOW THE SVNOICATE \CANT USE HIM NO MORE. 1EVL HITHER WHATSURCHES1Y. WHEN YOU UOOK CAW LIKE THIS [ KNOW YOU'RE DANGEROUS. tibbyhad heard just about right. NO1HIN. I JUST BEEN THINWN'ABOUT LIMPY. Asides »nd tlancn pissed between the TM walched the (etuis malck. enga gcd to his host's know! 1 know, for instance, that ou only came last night — that ou're a Bill Jarvis — that you're ngaged to the pretty "dark- haired Coulter girl — that her father's our boss—and that you're here or a week of your vacation. Nice loing. Bill. It's smart to marry he boss's daughter.** Bill gaped down into Intricately- •oiffeured white hair. But then, le thought, oo miracles bad beei lassed. The Coulters had simpl) old Mrs. Fasker about him. "By the way," Mrs. Fasker in BY LESLIE TURNER DONE ME DIRT A MUNNECD TIMES, G1EIIE, BUT I'LL LET BYGONES BE ESVGOWES TILL. ME GITS THIS SWAB 1KKOHCD HI T«* JUG! THIS IS A NOVEL EWECleNCE fOB. VHHSOH: MISS GAEC1A. FOC OtKf: HE'S MOT THE HOODLUM THAT'S XEACED fOK THE KLIN*. I CHiHO! 1'Lt LEAEW VOU TO KEEP FOKIN' VEE NOSE IN MAYBE I CAM EVEN FIND OUr WHAT DleTV SCHEME BTOtJaKT YOU OUT WEST! BIG CONTEST CLOSES JULY 31, 1950 (Entries rrrusf be postmarked prior to micfnigrtf. ) For Improved KIDNEY FUNCTION |^' In a' majority of case* Investigated jrLl**yeral ti.Q*p3tQli. and, clinks, subnormal Kidney function was improved. Bladder pain and discomfort reduced after the use of Mountain Valley Water. If your doctor has diagnosed your-condition as functional Kidney Impairment this natural, untreated mineral water may be very beneficial. Try U for a few weeks. H ii delicious, pure-fasting* and may be consumed freely. Cross town Whiskey Shop fc Main & Division Jloantain Valley court on legs tike long tanned t sciss'or-hlndes. She just man nged lo gel her racket on Miss (iraydon's scorching return. Then from deep in tlie corner she brought off an almost im possible shot. The bull cleared the net with a scant inch lo spare, a lillle white rorkel ex plotting at Miss Graydon's feet. Miss Ciraydon's shoulders moved helplessly and she shook her head. she'^ had never thai one. The point gave the auburn- haired girl another game. Miss Graydon, beaten ignominiously on her own service, began batting balls to her opponent. Bill Jarvis. on the fringe: at the spectators, clapped decorously. It didn't occur to him, at the moment, that he was practically a one -man. cheering section. He did not notice the asides and glances that passed between the young women who watched the match. A flunkey from the Inn — Lookout Crest Inn where, Bill had been scandalized to team, rates started at $25 a day — had propelled , an old lady's wheeled chair 1948 STUUKKAKER Champion 4-dnor, radio, healer, overdrive. . .clean as a pin. 19-17 CHKVH01.KT 2-door Sedan wilh holh radio & heater. 19r .. .we can save you money IflII PONTIAC I-door S«. dan. . .one of 1 he nicest cars you'll see^ One-owner, only 20,000 miles, new motor, radio & heater 1911 CHUYS1.KR 'l-diK»r Sedan, a Inilv fine car equipped with radio & heater. Chamblin Sales Co. Orjler- R.R. & Anh Phone 6888 to a, point .from,.which she could comfortably view the finals of the intra-mural tennis tournament. The ancient one had sat quiescent near Bill while Miss Graydon, a determined but outclassed spinster-type, took an unholy shellacking. . . ' Now, however, sne spoke. "Well, young man," her voice was unexpectedly strong. "I'm glad somebody's got the decency to give that girl a hand." The old woman's eyes were like steel bullets. Their awareness aliveness, contrasted strangely wilh cheeks wilhered like prunes and old lips rather ridiculously rouged. "Oh," he said, somewhat startled, "I thought she rated it. Darn good shot." "She made good shots all along And received only a smattering of applause, as the fella sayi. But 1 —disapproval thinned that surprisingly able tone—"let the Graydon female win a point and the] fall all over themselves. This is a partisan crowd, young man." "I take it," said Bill, "lhat this wasn't a popular win." The oldster snorted, *T shoulc say not." "Why's that, now? I'd have figured . . ." LIE checked it. He'd'spoken in IJ that halt-interested half-toler ant manner one frequently adopt toward a seven-year-old. But h faced something al least 77. rest — and daughter — his interests wexe defi- itely elsewhere. [BEFORE he could get an answer, Hildy Sands won set and match. Instantly she ran lo the net, extended an impulsive hand. Bill thought Miss Graydon slow n advancing to shake that hand. "Well, that's lhat." The specta- ,ors, melting away, distracted the old lady's attention. "Run up to the Inn, will you. young man? And send back one of those bellhops, that I've never yet seen hop, to push me!'* Bill laughed. "I'll push you myself, Mrs. ." "Fasker. Mrs. Jake Fasker. 1 Trie shrewd light-gray eyes twinkled at him. "Never heard of me, have you?" "Well, no," Bill confessed. "On the oilier hand," said Mrs Fasker, as he began wheeling her. "you may have, indirectly. Though 1 don't suppose 'Rosemary Phoebe Collins' means anything to your generation." 3ill said cautiously: "Sure, does. She wrol« books. My mother reads them. Or used to. 1 "Humph! Questionable literary tastes, that mother of yours has But Rosemary Phoebe Collin wrote books, all right I ought to know. Seeing I'm her, or 'she'? Never could gel tha straight- But 1 ground out <C novels and-not a one of 'em fit tc light the fire with." Mrs. Faske humphed again, prodigiously "Sentimental drivel! 'Pcnclop' "That a good-looking girl like and Primroses.' 'Lucky Louts; Hildy Sands would have the crowd j Lane.' How do you like those wilh her, eh? Well, before 1 tell ! When all the time I wanted V you why she hasn't, 11 I do, we'll see the finish of this match." During the Inlk, the redhead had need her first service. She changed courts. The bright-haired Ilildy Sands tossed up a ball. A blistering smash, good as gold. Rising a white chalk-puJT ai Miss Graydon's service line. The ball crashed against ihe backstop, shivering the wire. The old lady chuckled. "Know what that reminds me of? Helen Wills, one time years ago. The gallery was all against her. But she just gave that gallery the horse laugh and stuck 'em in, the way thai girl's doing. 1 like her." "You were going to tell me why —er, about her." Bill hesitated slightly. He had no real curiosity about Hitdy Sinds. As guest of a guest, >o to speak, at Lookout write like Ring Lardner or Da mon Runyoti or lhat Hammelt.! quired, "where is Beverly? Your fiancee, I mean." "Oh, she doesn't like tennis. laid she'd have a nap while I watched the match." You're ~ probably wondering why I let myself go about the Sands girl?" -A little," he admitted, Mrs. Fasker waited a second. Then: "As I said, I'm a gossip nowadays. But 1 don't dish dirt, Bill Jarvis, Unless there's sufficient reason. You, however, look like a good. guy. Fact is, yourself and myself and the Coulter fa in- ly, I think, are about the only good guys'- in this plush-lined hostelry. The rest ar« a pack of snobs. And, for my money, you could also spell that with an T. Slobs!" "I don't get you, exactly," Bill said. "You will. But you'd get something else from somebody els* sooner or later. With a malicious twist on it, no doubL So I'll tell you first. Because I'm sorry for Hilda Sands and Td like you lo be nice to her, If you have a chance." "Well, sure. Why wouldn't 1 be? 1 ' maybe." Bill grinned. He was enjoying this forthright elderly individual. "Now Mrs. Fasker! Don't tell me you were thwarted." "Was in one way. Not in another. 1 made about a million oul of that slush, young man. Used lo kid the cars olT Fasker. He's dead, poor. soul. Bul he was in the canned fruit business and all he could gather out of it wai a couple hundred thousand. 1 was the family financial wizard. Bul what hogwashl" "Still write?" Bill asked. "No, sir. I'm retired. Nothing bul an arthritic old 'gossip. It's fun, though. You wouldn't believe what we half-petrified fogies kick around between us at a summer hotel. And the things'we fel to j j\TRS. FASKER screwed her head around and looked up. "I think you would. But most or Ihem aren't. You MC, some kind —and unknown—soul has spread it around that Hilda's father It a jailbird." Bill whistled "Why would anyone want to hurt the girl?" The old lady shrugged. "! don't actually know. But I suspect that Hildy Sandt is just loo attractive and—wel., generally good to niit the rest of the women litre. You may have noticed. Bill, that there's a preponderance oC female* at UM houeL Personable gentlemen, like yourself, are pretty scarce. YouII probably be torn limb from Umb, though you ar« prorated bo erJjr Coulter." 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