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Mason City, Iowa
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Tuesday, July 27, 1948
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July 86, 1948 «UMB Citr CUb«-G*i«t(c, MU«B Cltj, U. CopyrigM, no, Kit Hmmlh* BY KOY HAMILTON CHAPTER 47 ANDREW said Importantly, ticking the items off on his fingers, "I have hamburgers, hot dogs, bacon (of a sort), the tag end of a ham, and some sort of sausage which I haven't had the courage to investigate personally." "Andrew Paulson!" Helen cried, aghast. "What did you use on the butchers? Their own cleavers?" "Probably a, scissors lock and a Judicious thumb In the eye," Alec said, brightening. "Do you really mean it? Golly, now I'll be wasting time by trying to decide which one I want, and everybody will get ahead of me. Where is it?" "I've been accumulating this meat for days and days. I bought a little here and there, and stored it in Mrs. Potts' refrigerator, and got the promise of some more— by bribery, not force, I'd have you know, Alec—and the bacon I acquired by sheer strength of personality." Mrs. Woodford (and husband) arrived. Andrew turned to greet them, and found the Rolands coming up from the street, bowed under heavy burdens. "Good Lord!" he cried. "We can't eat that much corn relish!" Cecile shook her head at him. "It's a good thing George is in your confidence, or I don't know what would have happened to this party. Do you know you forgot all about a dessert?" Andrew groaned,' and clasped his head in both hands. "So I did! I'll run down town right now and bring back some ice cream and some—some " He faltered. "Some what?" they chorused. "Some-cake?" It was a question. "There isn't a thing left at the bakery—I looked, just so that I could make you miserable by telling you," George said. "But what do you think all this truck is?" "Ice cream?" Andrew said hopefully, going forward to relieve George of his bundles. "And cake!" Cecile said proudly. "The little woman spent the entire afternoon, I'll have you know," George informed them, 41 bowed over the stove." "Oh good!" Mrs. Woodford exclaimed. "If they're Cecile's cakes, they'll be delicious! I didn't know Andrew would forget the dessert, but I did think of bringing some mints. Where are they, Huntley?" "In your left hand," her husband answered with a weary twinkle. •"So they are! I am getting so absent-minded. Give me a little longer, and I'll forget who I am! You know, I think this is a wonderful idea, Andrew. It's just cool enough to enjoy wearing wool and gathering around a fire. But the middle of; September can be awfully cold when the sun goes down, and I hope everybody brought plenty of .wraps." "It's going to be light for quite a while," Andrew said then. "And I thought those of you who were here might like to go through the house now, and see it while we wait for the others and I get into my stride as chef." "I'd love it! Helen, come with me, and tell me where the steps are—I have on my first bifocals, and I'm still walking around like a horse with a check-rein on . . I do like small houses. Sometimes I say to Huntley, 'Why don't we give up that huge mausoleum we live in and find something cozy and easy to care for . . .' " Her voice died away, and Huntley Woodford chuckled. "Can you see her in a small house?" he asked Andrew. "She'd have the •walls bulged out and the roof pushed off the first day ... By the way, I hear you've got the rest of the loan you wanted. Where are you going to place the next house?" Andrew grinned. "Now that I have some money to work with, I'll be building several at a time," he said. "It's cheaper that way, you know." Woodford gazed around him with approval. "You've got a handsome setting here, Delacourt. And I'll never get over my surprise that Eph let you have it for so little. I always thought " But Andrew interrupted him. He said, with something like a sigh of relief, "What did you call me, sir?" "Delacourt," Woodford said calmly. "I've been meaning to for some time, but I thought you'd want to get established first." "You're right. And it's time I let my friends know my real name," Andrew said. "You've no idea what a satisfaction it is to know that they are my friends— the friends of Andrew Paulson." Then curiosity got the better of him. "How did you find out?" "It was at your housewarming," Woodford said with a reminiscent smile. "Bigelow—I gather he had been your valet or butler, or something of the sort—called you 'Mr. Paul,' and I got curious. I recalled about when you had come to town, and I looked in the back files of our Boston papers—Mrs. Woodford always keeps them for at least 6 months. It's a fire hazard, but she claims she might want to clip something—and I had no trouble discovering that Paul Andrew Delacourt had disappeared in early March. The pictures fit you, and the biographical sketch mentioned your architectural training. It was as easy as that." "Ogden Sayre guessed, too," Andrew admitted. "I suppose I'm lucky that more people didn't. But I'm glad neither of you mentioned it. I've had a—a very revealing experience these 6 months as Andy Paulson. I wouldn't give it up for anything." "What wouldn't you give up?" Joan said behind him and he whirled to greec her and her mother, his eyes shining. "The chance to eat those pancakes you've been boasting about. It's important for me to find out if you're a really good cook . . . Don't forget I've been boarding with Mrs. Potts!" Joan blushed, and her mother laughed outright. "Well, I taught her, but I think she needs practice." "The line forms on the right," Andrew said, "and I'm first!" Everyone else now arrived in a group. The Sayres and Carol and her friends, Gloria and Ellery, trailing Mrs. Potts and Eph. Emma Potts was scolding her child. "More candy! I just gave you a quarter yesterday. What did you spend it on?" "Oh, ma, how can I tell? It— it just went!" Mi-s. Potts stood still and put her arms akimbo. "Gloria, I won't have you turning into a spendthrift! You're getting so a penny saved is sharper than a serpent's tooth." Eph looked over at Andrew and winked with the whole side of his face. "Reminds me of a feller who inherited a thousand dollars and lost it all in one poker game. Folks used to call him a fool, but I say, Where there's a will, let the chips fall where they may!" "You keep still!" Emma Potts said with a horrified glance toward Mrs. McClure, and Epft meekly subsided. "Andy, we've brought Joe along, but we left him shut up in the car. Do you think it would be safe to let him out?" "Why, of course," Andrew said, surprised into asking, "But how did you happen,to bring him in the first place?" He couldn't imagine Mrs. Potts sharing the close confines of a car with a cat- even Joe. "Oh," she said, with an off-hand air, "I thought he looked lonesome, staying home all by himself, so I invited him." "Fact is," Eph inserted, "she was probably lonesome for the cat." Mrs. Potts ignored this. "Gloria," she said, "go make yourself useful." "But what'll I do, Ma?" Gloria was loath to leave her fascinated inspection of the new house. "Set things out," her mother said •with some asperity. "Unpack the victuals, and get some water from the neighbor's for Joan's batter. If she remembered to bring it, it'll be the first time that happened at a picnic in thr- memory of man!" Joan's hand went to her mouth with a ludicrous gesture. "I did forget it!" she cried. "I broughl the milk and eggs, but I forgot the water!" "No need to worry; it's turned on here. Knapp saw to that several days ago," Andrew sai proudly. He was loving every bit of this party — the scurrying around, the cries of misgiving anc delight, the ecstatic shouts and laughter from inside the house. But at last things got organized The fire died to the proper glow the hamburgers and hot dogs anc the bacon were boiled to each one's Individual taste. The grease dropped upon the bright coals with an appetizing hiss. (To Be Concluded) Here's How Clam Eating Started Duxbury, Mass., (U.R)—Clam eat- ng in America, they say, originated here in early days of the republic. One Ruth Alden Bass, a Dux- oury housewife, noticed one day that pigs in the community were busy along the shores rooting up clams and eating them. Observing that the clams didn't iiarm the pjgs, she tried them and found them good. Ultimately came clams on the half-shell, clam chowder and fritters. AfoAH NOMSKULU DEAR/4OAH= DOEf S A WITH KFAJA1ETH KEJ-UHR— TOLEOC?,- OHIO, FELLOWS REALLY HAVE KNEE'S OM -TH JACK I©. IF VOU'RG SORRY, THEM GO OUT AMD CUT THE GRASS TO REDEEM VOURSELF •--SHAME. ON YOU I'M soppy 1 BROKE THE LAMP BOARD AND ROOM By GENE AHERN FRIENDS WILL GIT IN AT COtOTE JUNCTION ABOUT FO' O'CLOCK.,. SO MEET 'EA\ \VITH TH' FLAT TRUCK, HOTSPUR- / SEVEN OF US WILL BE IN TH' HILLS WITH 5OO BLANKS TO SHOOT/ MENTION, SORTA CASUAL-LIKE, TH' GUM. FIGHTS WE'VE BEEN HAVIN' FO' A MONTH WITH BEELER BOYS, SO OUR. GUNPLAY WILL LOOK. LIKE BONDED STUFF/ SET FOR. THE MOONLIGHT MOCK- BATTLE = SCOH'S SCRAP BOOK By R. J. SCOn DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS J 1. Fish j 6. Husks of wheat ' 9. Fail to win 10. Part 11. Studded 12. Aside 14. Devoured 15. Turn aside quickly 16. Courses of streams 19. Ahead 20. Manners 21. Mean house 22. Kind of earth 25. Large quantity 26. Not strict 27. Fairy (Mohammedan paradise) 80. Part of "to be" 81. Mending clumsily 85. Attacks, as of illness 87. Born 38. Minute openings 89. Set again 41. S-shaped molding 42. Matured 43. Bends the head In greeting 44 Kettles DOWN i 1. Slow-moving mammal (So. Am.) 3. Book of Old Testament 3. Beast of burden 4. Ruler of Tunis 5. Noisy quarrels 6. Thick cords .18. Nickel (sym.) 21. Exclamation 22. Grasp 23. Satirize virulently 7. Like a wing 24. Hewing tool 8. Excitable 25. Wire 11. Ferry-boat (var.) 13. Canvas shelters 15. Varying weight and.) 17. Negative vote measure 27. Throbs 28. Type measures 29. Right guard (abbr.) 31. 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