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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 13

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MONDAY, MARCH 6, 1939 ROOM AND BOARD c c D E. Fi Fi p; F F o c II f B T Si! Ft K Jc cb ' di f Fi i t th I Sf I IT t R J ^ '· Cll I hf C :, iv V M | In i ' ' -''I HA h Sf" KE 1 hoi for se 1 f oi, Bu t cei | h01 . / IA I Mi I die i urd i wei t. Sac '. \vel ! cha: hon KE S ) o'clc i ter, 1 Four ; neral :' t comp : . : home LARf at 1 enue Funei the ' Tuei with · charg wood dall ser bular M A ' Hoi tient McA. Ho By GENE AHERN -v "= YOU'RE . .OF BOTH OF DS! -- ME. CTSHTS ' HEiS -. . E bM'ROSCOE SWD WU6N t GST I TOWN con »At TO CUIA^ TUUU -ru" nonc AN JAEET YOU;- SOCia.1., yVj-JOW 1 -- 1'f LOW OKI CU1CS ,VM- , £.-T COSCO SMO VOL) RE C. CINCW BET tCROSS ' -v* -NS--£. BAG *^ RJxppiHlCa j .P'.-- U«A~ « I i IM.LAD. CLL see WU.T BE The Oceans and Ocean Life I--SEA WATER What a large part of our earth is covered by salt water. It spreads over nearly three-fourths of the globe! We speak of five oceans, but they are all joined in one way or another. We might say the earth has only one huge ocean, but people have given special names to the parts. !fi^L Diagram showing different instruments used to learn about the deep sea. The Arctic ocean is larger than Canada and' Greenland together. The Atlantic has more square miles than Africa, Asia and Europe combined. The Pacific is twice as large as the Atlantic; it has more area than all six of the con. There is deep water in the oceans! The average depth is about two and one-half miles. Not many lakes are more than 300 feet deep, and the water in most lakes goes down less than 100 feet. One place in the Atlantic is five and a hall miles deep. It is north of Puerto Rico. In the Pacific a spot near the Philippine islands is six and a half miles deep. That depth is greater than the height of the earth's tallest mountain. No man has ever gone doivn to the bottom of the very deep parts of the ocean to find out what things are like down there. Scientists, however, have sent down nets to gather up bits of the bottom, and instruments which tell the temperature and other facts about water several miles down It is possible to obtain a bucket- full of water from near the bottom of the sea. Water has been brought up from depths far greater than Beebe's "iron ball" has gone down. A bucket of this sort has a movable boffom and a movable top, both of which are open while the the bucket is being let down. As soon a s the upward journey starts, the top and the bottom of the bucket close tightly, and in that way the water sample is obtained. At the surface of the Arctic ocean, the water is at or near the freezing point of salt water. In the torrid zone the surface water is usually about 80 degrees above zero Fahrenheit. Sometimes the temeprature of the water of the Red sea rises to 100 degrees above zero! In the Atlantic or the Pacific the water is cooler the farther down we go. If it is 70 degrees at the surface, it will be 40 or 50 degrees at a depth oi half a mile. At a depth o£ two miles, the temperature will be about 35 degrees. (For Nature section of your scrapbook.) The leaflet "Home and the Olden Romans" may he had by sending a 3c stamped return envelope to me in care of this paper. Tomorrow: Salt in the Sea. (Copyright, 13.TO. rubliiherj- Syndicate) UNCLE RAY'S SCKAPBOOK TT C V la1je ' Gazettc has oa han 3 a number of Scrapbooks desl~ c K a a n a m e es P ec£a "y · t o l d more than 1 0 0 ' buy one o£ lhese bolhs at «"e Globe-Gazette It Will Pay You to Use the G-G Classified Ads DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE 10 12 Is" 3 J i n 36 Across 3 " 6 1--Ancient 27--An aerial kingdom of maneuver Arabia 28~Note of the 5--Tremble scale 10--Spoken 29--Thin fabric 11--A bone of made in the arm China 12--A Chinese 31--Correlative dependency of neither 11 --1/1000 of an 33--Compan- inch i ons 15 -po?,n 0f 35 -££* ia -%s$ *««·« IS-BTM _ «" rt / weary S7-Scoff |20--A prize 38--A head : 2i--Falsehood servant 23--Roman (India) money 39--Greelt god 21--Prlvato of war 33 ia 37 30 13^--A bond 17--Exhausted 19--Short- napped fabric 20--Answer 21--A constellation 22--One who irons 21--Trudges 25--Intention 26--Boxes 29--Agitato 30--Goddess of' youth 32--Narrow inlet 34--Turkish magistrate 36--Doctor (abbr.) Answer to previous puzzle H]O[M! 1--A yucca- like plant 2--Dry 3--An infant 4--Malt beverage 6--Query (abbr.) Down 6--Orman town on the Danube River 7--Incipient S--Traveling bag 8--Insurgent MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE CONVICT^ DAUGHTER By RUTH RAY KANE 'ibt, 1?J9. KIIE Futures READ THIS FIRST: Summoned to the state penitentiary where her father lies near death, Lona Aekerman Is dismayed when he falls to recognize her. He Is serving a life sentence for a murder which occurred when he sought to avenge his daughter's houor. Finding a friend in Jim Ciaridge, Lona has just begun to take a new interest in life when the prison warden telegraphed her of her father's illness. Alone In the world, she had spent months, finding jobs, then losing them when it became known she was a convict's daughter. Finally Jim had found her a new position, saw more and more of her, until they fell in love. The prison warden takes Lona to his home. As they enter, two convicts confront (hem with guns. Once in the warden's car, the conx-icis slug the warden and dump him out, then attempt a mad get-away with Lona in the front seat. Eventually she pretends to faint, then lurches for the steering wheel. Then they crash. Only slightly in- iured, Lona recovers in Ihe prison hospital and finds her father has died. When she takes her father's body to their old home for burial, she finds herself the object of all eyes, due to the wide publicity that followed the attempted prison break. Back in the city, her landlady asks her to leave because of the publicity. At her office she finds a strange girl at her desk. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Mr. Sanders was bending over his work as Lona came into his office. He looked up and adjusted his glasses to his near-sighted eyes as if he did not recognize her for a moment as she stood, hesitantly before his desk. ' "Oh, yes, Miss Aekerman," he said then, and she smiled. "I suppose you've come for your check," he went on, hunting about his littered desk in the futile way he had \vhen he was uneasy. "I'll have it made out for you if you'l! wait." "Check?" Lona stared, her heart sinking. "But I've just got back, Mr. Sanders, I've come to tell you I'll be ready for work tomorrow. I'm sorry I had to stay so long." The words tumbled out all over themselves, as if she were afraid to hear what he might say if she stopped talking and gave him a chance. "Well, you see. Miss Aekerman, it's--this way." He stumbled, groping for words, not' meeting her eyes. "Didn't Jim--didn't Mr. Ciaridge tell you I was called away?" she cut in. "Yes, I believe the young man did say something about your--ah --your father. But I didn't understand you were planning to--ah-come back to us. You see, I--I had to--I've already hired a girl--" "You mean you're firing me?" "Well, you see, after all, I--you must understand our position, Miss Aekerman. This is a business office with a reputation to maintain. This--stuff the newspapers have been printing--" He shrugged and pointed to his littered desk and again Lona saw her own tragic face framed in the high collar of her mourning dress staring up at her mockingly. "You mean there's no*~oom here for a--a convict's daughter. Is that it?" Her lips curved in scorn and her eyes were hot. "I'm sorry. Your work was good, Miss Aekerman. I'll give you a reference, of course. And I've added a week's salary to your check. No doubt you will be able to find a suitable place soon." He fumbled about his desk agein, and then held out to her a folded check. "I hope you understand our position," he said, with an air of finality. "I understand." Somehow Lona forced the words out calmly. "I understand perfectly. I just wonder if you clo--" She broke off and turned hastily to keep him from seeing the tears that blinded her suddenly. "Now, now, Miss Aekerman," he protested in futile embarrassment. Feeling she could bear no more, she fumbled for the door, found it and slammed it behind her, shutting out his half-hearted protests. Head up, she went past the two pairs of staring eyes in the outer office as if she did not see them. * « » There was only one thought in her mind as she went back to the stuffy hotel room where her lug-' gage still stood unopened. If Jim should turn her down, too! That would be the end. There \vas no word from him. and she crowded back a feeling of panic as she unpacked her suitcase and, laying out fresh underthings and a clean blouse on the bed, made preparations for a bath. Ot course it wasn't really time for him to call. He probably wouldn't receive her message for another half hour. It was usually about three when he quit work. Mechanically she forced herself to go through the motions of bathing and fluffing up her mop of hair. With hands that fumbled a little she dressed herself in her blue suit again, smoothing out the ruffle of the fresh blue linen blouse that brought out the clearness of her young skin. She even went over her nails, one eye on the creeping hands of the dresser clock. She wouldn't allow herself to think, even, of what had happened to her, until she had talked it over with Jim, she decided. It was too much to face alone. Jim would tell her what to do about it. He'd smile that little half smile of his and the blackness would go away. Perhaps with Jim across the table J NOW. MDOVE SEEN THE SHIP, AND BEFORE [ SEND MXI ASHORE,! WANT TO PAY BACK THAT OOLLAJ? WHICH I BORROWED .. \ SHALL KEEP IT L' I'D UKE FRAME IT ANO HANG (T IW My CABIN. ·J ...TO CONSTANTLY REMIMD VvE OP Hc\v_uroE SOME PEOPLE VALUE TO t TAKE CHAMCES!! I csue-ss -TWERE'-S VA6. _ Tl-lttT -SWCWJ LAST NVCJWTC HE WvU-5-f Be CVSJVEV BLJT -V3VJ CHO HE GET oox ? SEE; AL.U OOORS LOOKED OKJ -TWB MERE'S OP6M \ANNOOMv) DROPPED TMlxr -5SSOSM *T. -SPECK HA/S F1_O«JU -TME COOp. HEREl-THE POLICES THEY'VE TAGGED HIM.I PICK; up THAT HITCHHKCT? THEN HE STEALS OUI2 CAE.ASO LEAMES US ST72ANDED GIVE A euv A eeEAid.' N' DESPERATE J I SOTTA GET COWS SOW IM A HUriliV -- MN AUNr.S SICK!-MISS NINETY ISHST2 MAMS MONEV.'THATS AU-HE'S AFfER I'M Slew OF _.BEING t; r QUEER LOOKING OLD GUY-WONDFR rfESTHE FIR5T PERSON I'VE SEENONTHESTRECT SINCE WE HITTHIS TOWN/ I DON'T WANT HIM TO KMOW I' HIM-I'LLGO AROUND AND LOOK IN THEWIMDOW CASTLE, OAKY5AiV A MYST8RIQU3 STRANGER DECIDED TO FOLLOW HIM... BRICK mo' BUCKO LEAVE TOE SHIP AT ALEXANDRIA, ESYPT, WHAT'HE WE GOHHA DO HERC, BRfCK? 3TODY THE MUMMIES' HO!WE'RE CATCHItK. THE CAPE TOWN-IOHDON AIR C )!PRE5S HERE.' AT 50UTHAWTON WE'LL SAIL FBft THE STATES; -- - ^ MY PLANS -I TOO MUST TAKE THAT PIAHE AND FIND OUT WHAT BRADFORD KNOWS '" OFKOPAK.' SCAfORT Of MYSIERY, ROMANCE, HEROIC - DEEDS AND SUDDEN DEATH.' rfs \uosm CASH -m HAVE TOO K6EP THELOHERAH5R OIMME THAT RIFLE! CANT A MAM NEWMJNE LOOKIN'! MIND YER OWN BUSINESS. PATSY-I/H GOfiKf I ACCUSED UMCLE PtftL Op UVIN6 OKJ YOUR «ON£Y,,. JUNGLE- FEVER DOES STRANGE THINGS TO ONE'S AIEKTAL oinuraK OKAY, ' OADDY-IKME YOU DIDN'T IM A BiT DISAPPOINTED, THOUGH. I BUT, DAD- TO DISCOVER THAT VOU /MIGHT ^/WCLZ PHIL 16 CAPE /MOPE pop UNCLE PJ4IL T /MORE WHAT I WANTED HEAR.' THEN YOU'LL STICK Ate, HO A1ATTER VA4AT WHAT COULD HAPPEN THAN FOP VOUE OWN tep y MAC, -rue. MUTWCHK NOTME-i NEED NO ARTIU.ERV- I COTMY HAND5 ' AWWAY HOW WOUi-P WE GET GUNS ·? THEY GOT ·£M tOCKEP UP, A1NT TMEV ? SURE. TH£Y GOT 'rM i nr_vc~n , ia- HEtf YOURSELVES, 00YS-THI5 THE HOUSE.' NEXT YA'LU K WAWN'GA6 MASKS AW eOLLET-PRCOF VSST5- CWOM, t AlUT GOT I- MIGHT WAIT, MAC-AINT YOU FORGETTIN' Irom her, looking at her with his brown 'Tiny" eyes, she might even be able to laugh about it He was late in calling. Threc- tliirly and four o'clock passed and still no tinkle o£ her room phone brought a drawling voice to her from the stuffy parlor of Mrs. Peterman's boarding house. Her head was whirling a little as she sat by the hotel window and watched the people crowding by on the street below, and she realized suddenly that she had had notning to eat since the country breakfast the old minister's wife had forced on her back in Bridgewater before she had boarded the train. Not that she was hungry The way she felt now, she never wanted to cat again! Five o'clock came as she sat there staring, and she began to wonder if, perhaps he might not have gone to dinner without visiting the boarding house. He might have decided to eat out..Or Mrs. Peterman might have neglected to give him her message. In a sudden need for action she dialed the hotel desk again. "Are you sure there's been no call for 318?" she asked. "Thrcc-one-elght? . . . Kolhing today for Ihrec-onc-cleht." the clerk's droning voice Informed her. Impatiently, then, Jfic told him to connect her with Mrs. Peferman's number. "That line seems lo be busy." he told her. alter a long wait. "Can't raise them. In a panic she hung up. If the line was uusj- perhaps Jim was calling her noiv. trying to jet her. She paced the noor then, but no call came tlirouch. Six o'clock pawed (hen six-thirty. The dizziness in her head warned her that she should RO out and rat. hut she couldn't summon the cour- ape. She felt, somehow, that she couM never face she crowded street again with its hostile eyes. Not alone: Slowly Ihe minutes draKScd. The clocks patient hand made lls cndlc-s round scain. And again. Seven-thirty, then eight o clock. . . . nine finally And still no call. Motionless by 'her wln- K, W i J h . C twistcd "" sodden handkerchief into a bail and smoothed It out again, over and over. He HAD to come. she kept reassuring herself. Something liatl kept him aivay tram the boardine house. He had not received her call Ho had not received her call, couldn't have received it, or he would have come. Sitting there In the dark, her mind went back again over the things that had happened (o her !n the past few days. She shuddered as she realized their enormity, and a little, .of her taith in Jim cbocd, leaving her cold and shaken. . :,. ' -' ° m " c » r him? What It he. too. like her sour- faced landlady and the cmo.irrnssed Sanders, couldn't stand the publicity. She sobbed, suddenly, ns the suspense became almost unbearable, and bcean pacing the floor again. Once, outside her door. ?hc heard the click or tnc door elevator and the sound of steps coming tier way and she held her breath. But they passed on down the corridor and her hopes fell again. Ten o'clock came' Ten-thirty. . . . At last she could bear no more. Picking up the telephone she put In another call to ^Irs. Pclcrman's. This lime she got her connection and Mr. 1 ^ Peterman's voice leaped at her from the receiver. "Could I speak to Mr. Clarldftc:" Lonn asked her. pleadingly. "Mr. Claridgc's not in Just now. Who w»nU him?" "He's not In?" Relief gripped her. "Has he been in at all this evening?" -he brought o u t . "He went out after dinner. Who wants him-- * "He was In to dinner? Tonight?" "Yes- ]( you'd tell me who-"Did you guc him my message? The one I gave you this allcrnoon? The words seemed to come from her stm lips ot thcjr own \olition. "About calling the hntcl? Ve:. I gave it (o him. Wrote a note and slipped It in his door . . . do you want me to tell mni ag.im when he comes in? It's gcttin' pretty late." "Xo. you needn't bother." Somehow she managed to keep her voice calm She s.it for a moment numbly holding the puone in her hands when the click of the severed connection had sounded in her car. Jim. too! It was hard to believe. Surely not Jim! N-hy he loved ner! She could have swom he loved her He couldn't be doing a thing like this. it was Impossible. She was stunned, bewildered, as if the earth had dropped aoruptly from beneath her feet leaving her gasping, not knowing in which di- Tcction. to take her next step. ra Be Cootinued) ·

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