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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 14

Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, July 10, 1935
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE. JULY 10 1935 THE OLD HOME TOWN By STAN LEY COME OUT HEKX. IH THE SUN AND YOU CAM SEE for ·THESS MARKS ARE FIN SER PRINTS; Big Sister iy Les orgrove High 'ressure 'etc MARSHAL. OTEY -WALKERS HOT CLOE IJ TD THE eiyrcHce SHOP V/AS LOST ·nDPAY WHEN BECAME TOO HOT TO H TORMY LOV A YOUNG NAVY MAN'S /UJ\ / ROMANCE teS!?;./ BELIE BURNS GROMER READ THIS FIRST: Carefree Lieutenant Valentine Preston, attached to a gunboat in China, in rushing to the harbor at Shanghai to bid goodby to his childhood sweetheart, Janice Edding, who Is sailing with her family to the United States, is frustrated when an attractive girl takes the last sampan to the liner anchored in the baj fi friend and Annapolis classmate of Val's, Brad Norris, also going to the liner to say goodby to the Edding family, saves the situation by giving Val a lift in his boat. Val learns Janice's father, Captain Edding, has been ordered to Puget Sound Navy Yard, Reaching the liner, he runs into Jan's young sister, Mimi, who is very fond of him. Then he sees her--with another young lieutenant. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) Val's heart skipped a beat as he caug-ht a glimpse of Jan's golden head; then Kent Townley's lithe figure hid her again and he felt a swift resentment at the other man's chance Interference. Townley--a former football idol, class of '24-was olive-skinned and dramatic- looking as the portrait of a pre- soviet grand duke. One felt that by 'rights he should be tricked out in the uniform of an Imperial Guardsman, forever dating the prima ballerina for midnight suppers, and with intentions far from honorable. Women admired him because he appeared dangerous; but how seriously his charm had attracted Jan remained to be ssen. Of one thing, however, Val was certain: Kent Townley had been crazy about her from the first day of their meeting. At the moment when the French family receded and the other man stepped himself out of tie way, an experience like an electric current galvanized Val. As he started across at Jan she gazed straight back into his dazzled eyes, and suddenly he felt as if the universe had ceased to rewolve, as if a ray of glowing light had flashed between them and charged him with a glorious and hitherto unknown exhilaration! An instant, and the sensation ebbed. He became aware only of the impersonal smile of the girl with the wind blown waves of golden hair. A moment ago he could have sworn that Jan was as shaken as himself, but now she gave no such impression. When she greeted him he listened eagerly for some hint of feeling in her voice; but she said lightly, "Hello, there, Val. Mimi has been in despair for fear you would not come to say goodby." He might have known he had only imagined the emotion of a moment since, as well as on that day he Sac sailed up-river. No one could get past Jan Edding's guard nor shake her poise. And yet, although it defeatec him, this cool, clean-cut quality about her also compelled his admiration. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he didn't admire about Jan. Even her clothes were always just right. Girl's wear meant little enough to him but a man couldn'l help but approve Jan's smart sport clothes and her evening frocks with ' plain, graceful lines. Trimness was of paramount importance in a ship a plane and a girl, and she expressed it. She was rather tall and slim with high breasts and shapely delicate legs; yet despite her almost fragile appearance she was a dynamo of energy. Like an automaton he presented the flowers to her, shook hands with the captain and nodded to the oth ers. He felt powerless to keep his gaze from the girl pinning the gin ger blossoms to the fur collar of her coat. He wanted desperately t know whether the radiance he hac glimpsed in her face a while ago was a figment of his imagination; iut now her eyes avoided his until he felt frustrated and antagonistic. Laure Montross voiced her indignation at Val's detachment when :he demanded, "Who is this hand- lome black-haired gent who greets us all so effusively?" Sue Norris took it up. "Laure! Don't tell me you've failed to recognize the Sheik of Shanghai, our best- dressed man-about-town? Not, you understand, that any Chinese tailor lad a hand in those superlatively ut tweeds. They are fragrant ol Scottish moors and were fashionec long London's own Savile row. Anc note the young fellow's air of care- ess ease, the nice broad shoulders, he flat hips. Ah, the glass of fash- on and the mould of form " she subsided into gurgles of laughter. Val smiled grimly. "Mimi has jusl shown me the technique of standing 1 lady on her head, Sue," he in- :ormed her. "Want a first hand demonstration?" Sue assured him she'd take it ou n cigaret coupons if it were all the same to him. Mrs. Montross trilled 'Welcome back to Shanghai, Valentine. How was the bandit-hunting?' "Swell, thanks, Laure. I brough you a nice stuffed one for your par what-not." 'Just what I've been wishing The insistent warning gong sounding again when Brad came to join them and Val was given his de sired opportunity to speak aloni with Jan. She leaned against thi rail watching the blue-clad coolie on a junk alongside, and as he drew near the young officer was con scious of the beautiful line wher ier hair swept back from her fore aea'd, of the sprinkling of hones freckles across a straight little nose of hazel eyes clear as the crysta of a tree-shaded pool. She wa young and sweet and modern to he finger tips. He felt a sudden over powering yearning to touch her. She avoided his eyes. "Isn't Mini blooming?" she asked. "Not verj like the pathetic little ghost brought back from the heat o Manila, is she? Ever since yo sailed up-river she has been faithfu to all the things you asked her t do in order to grow strong and weli Truly, Val, she she is your adorin] admirer." He hadn't adequately noted Jan' voice until now; it was warm an thrilling and placed low in her slen der throat. The perfume she wore-like spring flowers after the rain-exactly suited her. A spring flowei He touched her hand on the ra with a tentative finger. "God bless young Mimi for bein my friend. Do you suppose sh could persuade you that a very pen! tent fellow asks you to forgive hir for last night?" he pleaded. "I ca never tell you how sorry an ashamed I am. I can't even offer valid excuse so I'm not going to try Of course it goes without sayin that I didn't know you were sailing Lord, Jan. it was--just one of thos things " His blue eyes begge her indulgence. She did not answer immediatel: Presently, however, a warm little hand reached out to rest on his and she said. "It's all right. Va.l. So long as you didn't entirely forget that we ever had the date " "Forget? Why, Jan, all the way down-river I planned about last night. It mattered a lot to me, honey. I was counting on it." "You were counting on it," she smiled ruefully. "And then you let something interfere that didn't count at all.'" His face (lushed as he answered. "Yes. it ivas just that. Your last jj_ iy George 44- Swan Chip Collins' Adventures By Stark Wiihclm Muggs McGinnis ByWally Bishop Etta Kett By Paul Robinson VS BOODV I . GHT OPi IT'S- VJHV- VJVAV, VJVA£.U^.'-5 ^.UOOV ? LOOK! Vt- by Central Press Association, Inc ..] I ' II 44- -H- -U--FF-44- OOK- IT'S G01M TO 0RUSU THE TOP OP THNT WU-. S\UE\.L., COMLQNI 5-HOST OF OOG.S THE CWAPEP-S G R E E N . FlkJD OUT WHNT IT VS. UElt \T THIS VJ1WD, (snu. SATn-iKi', HUM?) ~ = Sl-fe lib HAVE. HER. ^ visrr OUR HOUSE \ I-WS AKin VPL oV 5o HOME. To HER. I HOPE ALL THOSE SMALL SAIL cor SACK; INTO THE -- THIS 1 STOEM'O BLOW THE HAlR OFF A DOG * -drifts ps-izzd cat boat,. /r err A ? - ETTAS I WE HUNTED BEACH -- THOUGHT SHE "Jan!" he moved closer to stare , intently down at her. "Would it evening in Shanghai and I was the have made any difference to you?" one to spoil it." Head high, she turned abruptly to face him. "Listen, Val. It isn't what you did to me last night that matters. I don't care about myself. Honestly, I don't. It is what you are doing to Val Preston that -- that hurts me." She seemed to be driving herself to continue. "Please try to understand why I am speaking to you like this," she pleaded. "You see there is so little time left-- and I can't just go away and not care what is happing to you. Val, you mustn't drift on being an irresponsible junior any longer. One of these days you are going smash on the r ocks -- and then what? What if something happened on that hunting trip at Anking? You might have been kidnaped and terribly hurt. You might even have been -- killed reer. You can't be depended upon. Oh, Val, why not give the navy a break and do your job in proper style, instead of amusing yourself and letting all the worth-while things in your life go hang!" (TO BE CONTINUED) - ...... " her white her lower lip. teeth caught at he demanded huskily. "Would you care if something had happened to me?" The faint rose in her cheeks deepened. "Everyone would have cared." she said confusedly, avoiding his eyes. "If an American naval officer had been harmed by Chinese bandits it would have caused a serious crisis - " "Bother the crisis! Answer my question, darling." His voice was deep with exultation, his heart pounded in his throat. Jan must have sensed his confident elation. Her eyes darkened dangerously. "But you must care." she insisted. "That Anking affair might have caused trouble, a loss of "life. Crazy, unthinking adventures like that may jrivp you a thrill, but they are ruining your ca- Nora Spnngs Man Is Held to Grand Jury on Drunk Driving Charge OSAGE, July 8.--Joe McCarty of Nora Springs waved preliminary hearing here in justice court before Donald P. Chehock Saturday morning and was bound over to the September term of the grand jury, charged with driving while intoxicated. Bond, set at SI,000, was furnished. Funeral of John Davis Is Held at Lake Mills LAKE MILLS. July 8.--Funeral services for John Davis of Mora, Jlinn., were held Sunday morning at the Anderson funeral home, with the Rev. W. J. Witter, pastor of the Methodist church, in charge. Mr. Davis was a former resident of this town. He is survived by a son, Tom. of Minnesota, and a daughter, Mrs. Wynne Jacobs. His wife and two daughters preceded him in death. Owners Not in Court So Judge Condemns Three Slot Machines DES M01NES, July 8. When Harry Slamatellos, J. W. Listis and C. A. Barnett, listed as owners of three seized slot machines, failed to appear. Judge Loy Ladd condemned the machines. Six other machines seized in raids are to be condemned. I An Illinois county has revived the bounty on wolves. II sounds like a chance for door-to-door agents to make a littlp something on the side.--Atlanta Constitution. THE AI-L- HERE ? X/J.H SMITH - NORTH W DEA6 NOAVV* MUST AH ACCOKION BE VER.f Ot-D BEFOF2E -O3LS CAM CAUL IT A VJRINKL.E Afe-WUft WAfSNKE -Ti^EOOx OHIO. PEAR. NOAH 0 DO MAKE BBTTEle -THAN IS70A.TS? BRICK BRADFORD ON THE ISLES BEYOND TUB ICE By William Ritt Clarence Gray A PACK OF HUGE ARCTIC WOLVES SET OUT IN PURSUIT OF BRICK ANDGAMLA- THEY'RE GETTING WE'VE GOT TO FIND SHELTER OR- WE LIVE YET A LITTLE WHILE LONGER-THESE BEASTS NO FOLLOW U5 INTO THE CAVE/

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