The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas • Page 11

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1954 BLTTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS PAGE ELEVEN OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams I REMEMBER WHATATIME IS THAT HAD EATW UPAELIO rr STUCK OUT THEIR EAKS; I'M A DOS AT A FLEA CIRCUS, BUT I. COOLDNT PASS THIS I'M SO 6HAKV I'M 5VJEATIM 1 LIKE IT WAS A HOT I MOPS CAM 6ET THE PlCTURS ALL WRAPPED UP ASAIhl, AS NEAT AS UNCLE? WASPS 1 N6ST.1 STILL SOTTA, tX? IT A VJIT- rlSSS HOtf, toieesr MMLTTE THIS IS WHSRE WE FINALLY 6OTWS PAJAMAS THIS 6 WHIPS we HIM HE'D HAVE TQ WEWAWr 15 THANK 1DU TWO KXS.THC-, INS CARS OP DID ANY TBOUBLE? A NOTICE I have moved my Office into the Broadway Building 211 N. Broadway Or Milton E.

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Taxis swished through Central Park South, their windshield wipers moving like meteorological pendulums beating lime for the rain. Water dripped down the nose of the statue in front of the Plaza and on William Shakespeare, standing on his ballet dancer legs in the Mall in Central Park. Farther inside the park something momentous was happening. Anyone braving the wind and the rain would have seen the earth crack. And through the crack there emerged the first yellow crocus.

It was spring. Some five blocks to the east, on the right side of the city but the wrong part of. the right side, a bell shrilled in the apartment and Greg awakened frowning, resentful at being wrested from his dream. The silent guardian inside his mind, which made him look up from his newspaper at the right subway station and aroused him a few seconds be- lore the alarm went off on week days, reminded him that it was 1 Sunday morning and there was i no need to hurry. But Greg was i hounded by a relentless con; science that stalked him like an JFBI man pursuing a criminal.

From morning to night it prodded him, sneered at his accomplishments, questioned his rno- itives, believed the worst of him. As his sleepy lids half closed, conscience shook him firmly by the shoulder, reminding him that, after all, he had not checked on the time. He might be sleep- i ing away half the morning and, as his stepfather had pointed out for the past dozen years, there I was nothing more demoralizing a healthy young man than' Greg's stepfather mlrht not himself In but he always talked In Capital Letters. i not the sound of the Third Avenue elevated. It reminded her of the old days, before she had become Mrs.

Horace Grain, when she had been Millicent Scaver, married to Greg's lather. Compared with the 20-room Queen Anne house in Monlclair, it was nothing to boast of, but he liked It because he had found it himself, bought his own furniture, paid his own way. Feet climbed the fifth flight ot stairs at the plodding gait people always reached at that altitude, and someone knocked heavily. Gceg opened the door. A panting messenger grunted, "Some climb! Are you Seaver?" At Greg's nod he thrust into his arms a basket covered with cellophane and tied with a mammoth bow of red satin ribbon.

"Watch it, Bud. The thing weighs a ton." He leered. "She must like you." iEG, clutching the ornate jor a rifiiiuiy juuue jth both hands, Loafing in Bed. The Energetic I nudged over lhc sill the bu ky Man Went Up-Up-Up. The Apa- Sunday paper lnat i av outside his thetic Man Went Down-Down- tn basket onto 'Down.

Greg's stepfather might epfather might ihc cof5ee Through the not express himself in headlines ce lo hane he see the labels but he always talked in capitals, Qn th( boUles sherry, bur- I Greg dutifully reached for his gundy Rhine wine, champagne, wntch, holding it close to his eyes mpcrial Tokay. An envelope (because the room was dusky. I Twenty minutes of 9. The bell rang again and Greg swung his feet off the studio couch and into his slippers, grop- ng. for his robe.

he was tucked under the broad satin ribbon. "Happy birthday, dearest boy. You'll find a little booklet in the basket telling you the proper temperatures for serving the wines. Don't throw it out. Little items like these are important for a man to master.

They tell people so much about his background. Mother." Greg slipped the note back into its envelope and, after a nudge Irom his conscience, pulled out the booklet on wine and laid it on top of the newspaper beside his easy chair. He told himself loyally that it was a lavish gift; probably cost as much as he earned in a week. The fact that he did not wine was not Important. After all, his mother was trying to give her son some social polish.

While he waited lor the codec to perk he took a shower and shaved, squinting at his face in the mirror. With a face like that, he reflected, one could commute anci (manure, the Venetian I on the same n. in and I blinds mat shut out the butJmpqLh out, and be ia- punched the button in the kitchenette that released the bell in the downstairs hall, he ran his fingers through his hair and tied the robe around him. March 30. 11 was his birthday.

Perhaps his mother had remembered. After all, she remembered quite often. I And once she bad even come to the apartment to see what sort of "atmosphere" he preferred to his stepfather's house in Mont' clair. i REG went back to the living room and took a quick inventory, regretting that it was tc.o late to make up the studio couch. He made an effort to see the place as It looked to hit mother, although he knew from her silence on that visit that she the shabhines? the sec- visible.

In fact, that had happened to him during the years when, to please his mother, he had lived at his stepfather's house in Montclair. Now and then, he was introduced to men who were familiar to him because they took the 8:11 in the morning. There was never any recognition in their faces. "Gregory Seaver?" they would say. "Oh, Horace Grain's stepson." 1VO one ever needed to ask who Horace Crain was.

Grain's Canned Cornbread was served up on the billboards of the nation as a tasty substitute for the scenery they concealed. It was the subject of singing commercial on the radio which ingeniously introduced the voice of a can opener. The man who thought of that was now high in his agency and generally regarded as being well on the way to a dazzling future, Horace Crain was only waiting for an equally worthy vehicle to present his product to the television audience, having discovered what a nuisance it is Lo turn ofl a commercial ofi the screen. In the company of his vigorous, dogmatic stepfather and his absurdly young and decorative mother, Greg felt like a mongrel, vaguely apologetic for getting in the way. He supposed he must be like his father, who had not ruled in anywhere either, and who had not, in Horace Grain's capitals, Made the Most o( His Opportunities.

Greg was afraid of the future. In fact, Greg was afraid of. a great many things. Life Itself was a wary business of walking a tightrope, expecting at every moment to lose one's precarious balance. The only safety lay in following the rules, in doing what was expected.

He set the basket of wine bottles on the floor to make room for his breakfast tray and reached for the first section of the Sunday paper. The booklet on serving wines tumbled into his lap. For a moment Greg flicked the pages; then he made the first rebellious gesture of his life. He tore the booklet in two. "I don't like wine," he said aloud, defying his lurking conscience Point Closeout Many Types and Colon 1 Price Hubbard WAIT In "You'd better help him with only way I aver passed algebra wat by bringing the teacher chocolate bars!" "You mean you chased all way tovm jnt to see his driver's license?" BOB'S GYPSY RUB LINIMENT TRUSSES EXPERTLY 1 PITTED Price KIRBY DRUGSTORES I rum pi rum pi DELIVERY SERVICE Phone 3-4507 Hours: 8 a.m.

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