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Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, March 4, 1939
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ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN TUIMX CT= IT.EMRSON;-- I «»/£ INVENTEt-T^sP}' i SIMPLE DEWiCE THKT WILL QUICKLY flHO \^/ FOR SUCM CM tSnclE^AMO TUfc O fc PROFITS WOULD BS ENORMOUS T---BUT EVEyWOW C WPROltxCUjTO INYtST fACMEY. TURMS We DOWN LIVE TME CCRH6R OCfe WSJ " v ~-'~''' r .'. S --THE NETTLE-MEtDS WOULD MAKE ~" -BUTT PBOPUi WLU WGER CN £. UOHS5 B6FOU6THE.Y WILL, ON t. fc\AH ! LAS S6.Y,-~U30i/, UERt, ·JUDQI--YOU'RE. PUL.UMG ft. ' 3'S LOOV. HUE S'S BUT VOU 6JKT KSWHG ·E/A CONVICT^ DAUGHTER y RUTH RAY KANE Uncle Ray's Corner A Little Saturday Talk We still have questions left from last week. A letter from a seventh grade class contained, this passage: "The question came up, "Where does Uncle Ray get his information? Does he see all those things or does he read about them?'" I gather material for our column in many ways, hut most important are by traveling, by study, and by talking with people. Some people suppose that-encyclopedias can be trusted without question, but I have not found them so. A standard encyclopedia is a great work, but it seems that the best has an error here or there. I have six encyclopedias in my personal library, and it is interesting to notice the points in which they do not agree. In trying to find the truth about a certain point, I may go through all the encyclopedias, also through several books in that special field. If the point is not clearly proved, I try to make it plain to readers that experts differ about it. You must have noticed that I often use such words as "about," or "possibly." I do that for the sake of the truth. Here is a way in which you can make a good test. Look up the length of the Amazon river in an atlas, a dictionary, and an encyclopedia. The chances are you will find a different answer in each case. Look in half a dozen books and you may find one place where the length is given as low as 3,000 miles, and another where it is stated to be 3,900 or 4,000 miles. You may make, the same test for the Nile river. Experts do not agree on the length of cer- tain rivers. Hundreds of my stories are based on what I have seen in my travels, on this continent or on some other. I have visited most o£ the world's large cities--London, Paris, Berlin, Moscow, Leningrad, Stockholm, Warsaw, Dublin, Amsterdam, Vienna, Rome, Cairo, Tokio, Y o k o h a m a , Shanghai, Hong Kong, and many others abroad, not to speak of those on our continent from New York to Vancouver, and from Ottawa to Mexico City. During my travels, I try to do more than just "see sights." ] talk with people, everyday people Prom them I keep learning new things, facts about customs and beliefs. Even when not traveling abroad I find it possible to learn by talking with people. I ask them about their work, about things they should know about. I have even asked dentists so many questions that they must have wondered whether they were treating my teeth, or going through a quiz I have talked for hours with pull- man porters about their lives anc the things they have observed Often I questioned a college professor about the latest facts which have been learned in his specia field. All in all, I try to keep gaining knowledge as I live. I enjoy what I am doing, and hope I can keep on for many years to come 1D39, Publishers Syndicate EAD THIS FIRST: Summoned to the state penlten- ary where her father lies near eath, Lona Ackerman Is dismayed when he fails to recognize er. He Is serving: a life sentence or a murder which occurred when e sought to avenge his daughter's onor. Finding a friend In Jim laridge, Lona had just begun to ake a new interest In life when le prison warden telegraphed her f her father's illness. Alone to the ?orld, she bad spent months, Indinp jobs, then losing them /hen It became known she was a onvlct's daughter. Finally Jim ad found her a new position, saw more and more of her, until they ell in love. The prison warden akes Lona to his home. As they nter, two convicts confront them vitii guns. Once in the warden's car, the convicts slu? the warden nd dump him out, then attempt a mad eet-away with Lona in the ront seat. Eventually «he pretends i faint, then lurches for the steer- -ig wheeL Then they crash. Only lightly injured, Lona recovers In he orison hospital.and finds her ather has died. When she Jakes icr father's body to their otd home or burial, she finds herself the inject of all eyes, due to the wide publicity that followed the at- empted prison break. (NOW GO ON \V1TH THE STOR1O Join the new 1939 Uncle Kay Scrapbook Club! To TJncIe Kay, Care of Mason City Globe-Gazette, Mason City, Iowa. 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Lona insisted upon leaving iridgewater immediately after her ather's funeral. Despite the kind- y efforts of the old minister and his wife to persuade her to remain vith them for a rest, she felt she could no longer stand the place, vith its familiar scenes and its memories. After that last pitiful visit to he churchyard it was haunted; he felt that she had done with it orever. She never wanted to see he place again. It was as if she lad written finis to a chapter of her life, a dark, fateful chapter, with which she was glad to be done. It was with that feeling of final- ty uppermost in her mind that she istlessly made the train ride up to he city the morning after they lad laid her father to rest. She was surprised to realize that, on the whole, she felt relieved. The hough t of her father sleeping Jack there in the churchyard beside the mother she could scarcely remember was much less terrible, low that the shock was over, than ihe thought of him shut away, living, in that gray stone horror of a prison. At least he wasn't suffering, eating his heart out for h e r . She could feel easy about him now. She could plan for the future with a free mind. The worst had happened and it was over. She began to be anxious to get back to work, and to Jim. She half expected to find Jim waiting for her in the station where she 'had parted from him was it less than a week ago? An absurd little wave of disappointment took hold of her as she scanned the milling, big-city throng, in vain, for his familiar lace. Then she smiled wanely at her own childishness. Of course he couldn't possibly be here. She riadn't notified him she was coming back so soon. Besides, it was noon, and he would be at work. After the smug quietness of small-town Bridgewater, filled for all its peaceful surface with devouring eyes that had followed her every move as if she were some rare animal on display, the impersonal bustle of the city streets was a welcome relief. The feeling of strain that had ridden her every minute since she had left Jim on this very platform lifted for the first time as she hailed a taxi and, giving her boarding house address, settled into it gratefully. The driver took her orders without a second glance her way, and she could have hugged him in relief. After a week of reporters popping up at every corner, cameras flashing unexpectedly, and fingers pointing, it was good to be home. Home, where she could forget . . . She'd take her luggage to her room, she decided as she paid the driver before her boarding house door. After she had freshened up a bit, she'd leave a call for Jim at Mrs. Peterman's, and then go to the office and report for work. A sudden shyness overtook her again, however, as she lugged her bag through the hali door and found her landlady's scrawny figure standing beside the stairs, facing her. an outraged look on her peevishly lined face, her lips tight. "So you're back!" the landlady said, before Lona could bring out even a hesitant greeting: "it's a wonder you've the nerve to show up here at all." For a moment Lona stared at her. "Why, what do you mean?" she brought out. "This is a decent boarding house. Thats what I mean." The woman s eyes flashed, and her lips curled. "Fm an honest woman trying to make an honest living, and I don't harbor no notorious characters." "Notorious characters! You don t mean--surely you can't mean--" "Look at them newspapers!" The stricken look in the girl's eyes- brought the woman's voice up defensively. Flouncing to the table where she kept the house supply of newspapers, she picked up a morning edition angrily. It had her picture on the front page, Lona saw with sinking heart. One of the innumerable snaps the news cameras had caught of her the last few days, Sickeningly, the ., WRES AM lUTERBSTiklG UftT-E. (T6A\ THAT W£ CAJJRy!!._O(4 THE. Oi.d PIRACTS SHtPS.OFFEHSeS WERE *·** TO OM6. SacrWfiS AMD CASM WHICH S TYPICAL. WHJCH Wlii-BE AS3G»JEOTQ THOSE use -mis METHOD of KSEIL-HMHJMS t Uke jf OW.KJOV I MUST Tei_i- SOHCK IT'S -riWe FOQ. V*VM -ro voo sr«y -THERE. - M . WEU., NO\M, SPECK. WAS ^**JEO us -rue TUOUBl_e. OF OFF sacrr COMB.' TUe WE1RA-OOMS FtSOM TWl^ C A^e vortU W\M! COOLD UB HONe. SOSBEC - OUT. /O SVEEP 0errHr? ip T. JUST IHCSAMt /M6ONGJ TO SNEAKT OUr ANO KAVC A PEEK:-TO, SEE THAT---/ Aus wtu_ I KNEW If.' ITS SOUS.'] WBU.HAN85 I CAN =i TWSISMVCHAKC6 TO SPEND THE WQHT IMOTE OF THESE- CUTE THE OWZ" I DONI-LIKC TW 1YJON1-HAVC towoeav AeourwAr rVEALWAVS WANTED FAITH IN HUMANITY.' I'LL CHANGE THOSE TWO STRANGERS INTO MICE- HEH, HEH/ THEN BACK GOES AGATHA , TOTHE J BELL-TOWER/ MEET ME THEREIN HALF AN HOUR, POGO MEANWHILE, OArfcTHAS BEEN L09KTNG FOR MORUNJS CASTLE... ODD OLD GUV/FELT UKEACOLD BREEZE WHEN HE PASSED llL FOLLOW HIM/ SOMEBODY^ COM/NIG/ .ETHECETTfiiSSTRAlSHT VOU'RE APOLOGIZING FOR YOUR RUDE ACTIONS TOWARD US 1. EXAntY-ER,YODAREfOR- GIYING MY HAS1Y REMARKS FOR WHICH! AM TRULY SORRY? SPLENDID .'THANK YOU) THANK YOU. 1 NOW I'LL INTRODUCE HYSEtf- 1AMAVILBLUE.' \. AV!L'BUJE"-HUH?WaL. HA! HA; YOU JEST.'HA; HA; THE STUCK-UP UK.'! I'M WORRIED, WTO.' THAT HAN TMgRED WE'D BE I STILL HATE5 US YET HE WISHES KNOCKED FIAT BY r( TO APPEAR FRIENDLY.' HE'S v BRICK GOES FOR HE-BUT I'M NOTSHAXIN' HANDS' I'M UCKO"BlACK"ANt) THIS IS BRICK'BROWN 600D DAY, GENTLEMEN, WE «ErT AGAIN SOON FOR A F1EA5AWT CHAT. YES? f . GOT SOMETHING UP HIS SLKVE THE UJNE RAN6ER SA1YUH NEEDED US.JIM U/ADVENTURE PATSY/YOU GIVE Hit TVIAT LOt 1N THE SAND, MICKEY- MOW I'LL HAVE TO VQUg LOLLYPOP, ur-ne PANICKEP seoFFREy ·SHEILA'S PLEA, RETREATS HASTIUV POWN A COMPANION WAY-- OH, HE'* A DEAP WEIGHT-- I CANT MOVE HIM, ALONE--/ I HATE TO LEAVE ,-.^,r.TM«. peef W1THIM THE YACHT A MEETING OF 1VE ENGINE ROOM CREW \$ BB£AKINS UP- WE'fZE ALL (N 0« CMON.AND -THE COWARD I RONNIM AWAY wrm SCDSZCHY HURT--J headlines glared out at her. "Girl Who Thwarted Jail Break Buries Father," it shrieked. "The Last Chapter in a Tragic Story Was Played Yesterday in the Quiet Country Cemetery of Bridgewater. ..." "This is a decent house, I telj you," the landlady's whining voice repeated. "We can't be mixed up with no convicts here!" N "I see." Lena's voice was tired. 'I suppose you want me to--go." "I'd be obliged if you'd pack up and turn over your keys. I'll give you back the rest of your week's rent. That's fair enough." She \vaited, her lips tight. "Yes," Lona heard herself saying. "I suppose that's fair enough. I'll go and pack." "You can wait until evening." Her point won the woman relented slightly. It'll probably take you all afternoon hunting a room." But Lona shook her head. "I'll go now," she said, wearilv, and trudged up the rickety stairs with heavy feet. · · · A half hour later, out on ttie street with her suitcase heavy on her arm, she le- mfimbcrDd that she hadn't put in her call to Jim. She hesitated, then hailed the first taxi the saw, recklessly. Nolhlne could induce her to go back into that house attain. She couldn't ask that terrible woman for even the use ot her telephone. The first address that came to her mind was the hotel to -which Jim had directed her that night he had found her walk- tng the streets, homeless, as she was now. With sudden resolve she gave it to the taxi driver. It took all her nerve to force herself to walk unconcernedly Into ttie familiar lobby and ask the clerk for a r«m. As she took up the pen to sign her name to the register, her hands trembled. For a moment she was tempted to sipi and aliay, any name but her own, but her pride intervened. Carefully shielding what she was writing with her left hand, she traced a hold "Lona Ackcrman." and with a toss of her head added a defiant, "Bridgcwater." Her heart came tnlo her mouth as the clerk scanned it casually and. without a sipi of recognition, handed her a key from the rack behind him. Once upstairs in the privacy ol htr room, she sat down limply on her bed and save way to the feeling she had uccn carefully keeping in check. That. woman, how dared ?hel "Decent house,' 1 she had said. As if she were something- unclean. Was she never to Ret clear of this thing that was haunting her? Would it follow her like this always? Even here in the city she had been so glad to see this «*s there to be no peace? She sobbed, there on the bed for a few minutes In utter wretchedness. Then sit- =TMp~r^ ting up, she wiped her eyes with sudden determination and, gclUng to her feet, stood before the mirror. Deliberately she forced herself to obliterate the traces of her tears and to tidy her loosened hair. After all. what was one spiteful woman in a whole city full of peoplel Why let it cet her down? Not everybody was IlKe that old cat! Picking up her phone she put In a call for Mrs. Peterman's boarding house. In a steady voles she left directions for Jtm to call her at the hotel as soon as he returned from work. The sight of his drawling voice across a dinner table was what she needed. Hesitating, she almost made up her mind to call Mr. Sanders at Western Realities and tell him she would be on the Job in the morning. But she thoucht belter of it and, pulling on her discarded hat again, she decided to so and sec him in person. At least, she told herself, she'd have nothing to fear there! * * * The typewriter a! her desk was clicking under the lingers ot a stranje girl when she opened the door of th» of flee. From his end of the room Barney, the offica hoy. stared at her blankly for i moment, then brought out a hesitating "Hello, there'." His blue eyes wavered heforfl her glance and went quickly to Iho other girl's bent head, and back again. "Is Mr. Sanders In?" Lor.a asked, and Barney ducked his red head toward the inner ofdco wllh an air of what looked like relief. As she passed hi» desk, she saw her own picture staring up at her from the paper he had flung down hastily at her entrance, and her face burned in sudden apprehension. Was it possible that even here . . . her steps lagged aa she reached Mr. Sanders' door. J.I took- courage to open it. She thought of the words the landlady had screamed at her only a little while back, and squared, her shoulders as she marched Into the room. 4To Re Contlnned) USE THE WANT ADS

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