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

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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 8, 1939 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN CONVICT^ By RUTH RAY KANE Uncle Ray's Corner The Oceans and Ocean Life III--WORK OF THE WAVES READ THIS FIRST: Out of a job, and asked to leave her boardlns house because of the wide publicity she received as the result of an attempted prison break, Lona Ackerman is almost desperate because she cannot locate Jim Clarldge, the only friend she has left. Just before Lona sped to the penitentiary to see her dying father, serving a life term for murder, she and Jim had fallen in love. At the warden's house during her visit to the prison, two escap-^ ing convicts force her into the warden's car and make £ safe set- away until Lona grabs the steering wheel and the car crashes. Only slightly hurt, she finds her father has died in the meantime. After taking his body home, she returns to the ctty. Finally Jim calls her and asks her to marry him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) I We hear' ot ocean waves "as i high as houses," and there really are such waves. On most days m my ocean voyages, the weather has been good and the water calm. The waves did not rise more than five or 10 feet. Now and then, however, the ocean has seemed "angry," and I have seen mighty waves rising so high that they broke over an open deck 25 or 30 ieet above the usual waterline. Remains of chalk cliffs on coast of France. High ocean waves have cut them away. In heavy storms, ocean waves in by. Shore currents carry much of the ground-up rock to low legions along the coasts. As a result we may iind large stretches covered with pebbles and sand. People often use such places as bathing\beaches. Storm waves sometimes damage cities and villages along the coast. One terrible event of this kind took place on the eastern coast o£ India in 1864. Storm waves swept over a city, and close to 30,000 persons were drowned. Besides storm waves, we have the so-called "tidal waves." They are caused by earthquakes or volcanoes, not by the motion o£ the tides. · . When Krakatoa exploded in August, 1883, huge waves--some of them 100 Ieet high--were set up. We are told that their outward "motion" was at the rate of 350 miles per hour. When we speak of the "motion of waves, we must remember that little of the water moves in any way except up and down. The water in waves seems to move quickly across the sea, but most of it stays in the very same part of the ocean. If you have looked at a field of growing hay when a strong wind CHAPTER TWENTY . Jim wanted Lona to marry him immediately, that afternoon, as soon as they could go through the motions of obtaining a license and finding a minister. Now that they had made up their minds, he argued, there was no reason for waiting. But, laughingly, Loni put him off. It wasn't decent, she said. A bride must have some time to get ready for her wedding. She couldn't be married in her crumpled oflice suit. mid-ocean sometimes rise higher than a four-story building. Along the coasts, the waves on a stormy day may batter against cliffs and send spray to heights of more than 100 ieet! There is power in those great waves, great power. They often strike with a force of more ??. than a ton to the square foot. In f '' furious storms, the froce has been ' ' found to be as much as three tons to the square foot! The pounding of the waves wears away cliffs. The waves hit the lower layers of rock with most force, and keep breaking them to bits. In time ,the lower rock is worn so deeply that the ledges above tumble down. Slowly but surely the fallen rock is ground to pieces. The work ot the waves is important in human life. It changes the shore line as the centunes go was blowing, you may have seen : waves" running across it. Yet, in such a case, the hay stalks do not move from their positions. When a volcano sets up waves, a force passes through the water at high speed. After the Krakatoa explosion, people at a distance of more than 2,000 miles saw waves it had made. (For Nature section of your scrapbook.) Riddles, games and puziles will be found in the "Funmaker" leaflet. If you would like a copy send a 3c stamped, return envelope to me in care of this newspaper Tomorrow: Flower-like Animals. (Copjiiltht ISM. Pobllihcn S;iUle»te) ~ ~ UNCLE RAY'S SCRAPBOOK The Globe-Gazette has on hand a number of Scrapbooks designed bv "Uncle Ray" and made especially to hold more than 100 "line e nLv" ArUcles You may buy one ot these hooks at the Globe-Gazette bufine^s office for 1TM Lit/pins 1 cent tax. Add 9 cents for postage if you want It mailed to yon. DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE I QiJ ' InO u Aero«» 1--Young eagle 24--Assign- 6--Prccioui ments stone 10--Thin porridg* 11--A. tune 12--Procures 13--Better 15--Occupied a seat 1ft--Animal valued for its fur 17--Letter V 18--Typ« measure 25--Something short, blunt 27--Greek letter 28--A male descendant SO--International unit of Illumination 31--Goddess of harvests 34--Bay mcM u^ window. 20--Small South 36--Insect American 37--Licks up monkey 38--Permission 12--Removed 39-S ingle unit* the cor* 40--Polo stick Down I--Urges on 0--Any power- l-S^pe '"W 3_A street 6--A dolt arl b 7--Provisory 4--French 8--French article (pL) town 9--cripple 13--Decay 14--A way of departure 19--Assembled "21--Rap lightly 23--Blunt 29--Seaport town in Algeria 32--Cover with asphalt 33--I*t It stand 35--Letter S 35--To jellify 26--Motor coach 38--Note of the 28--Alone Aiuwer to pretioot "You look good to me in anything, girl," he protested, his eyes meeting hers across the restaurant table with a new look in them, a possessive, promising look that brought a warm glow to her strained face and made her feel suddenly alive. Alive, after all these days of just enduring, just getting through things because they must, somehow, be lived through. "I hope you're not going to want any fuss," he brought out. "I hate that sort of thing- You're not planning any church aisle stuff, are you?" She laughed. "I've had enough publicity this last week. I'm wondering if we could go away some place, out of the city. Do you suppose the reporters wiE write us up if they find out?" "They'll eat it up ... Prison Escape Girl Weds . . . . Can't you see the headlines?" He crinkled his eyes into a frown over his cigaret and Lona felt suddenly panicky. "Couldn't we elope?" she brought out. "To Greenwich, maybe?" But he shook his head. "Greenwich is too public. All the runaways go there. The reporters watch the license lists and they'd spot us right off, unless--" He hesitated, and she sensed a sudden tenseness in his eyes. "You wouldn't want to use some other name, would you, girl? They wouldn't tumble then." For a moment Lona frowned. "But, Jim, that wouldn't be legal, would it? I thought you had to use your own name on a marriage license." "Oh, it would be legal, all right. It's the intent that counts, not the name. There's many a man gets himself hooked up under an alias. I Why, for all you know, maybe I'm I not using my right name. You've only my word that I was born Jim Claridge." He grinned at her, and she had to smile back. Gazing into his face, it came to her that she really did know very little about this man she was planning to marry. Nothing but that lie v. r ss kind and strong, and that he loved her. She was sure of that now. But he had told her almost nothing about himself, and what he had told her might not be true. "I'll take your word for it, Jim," she brought out, abruptly, ashamed of even the shadow of a doubt. "And I suppose there's no use trying to run from the newspapers. I'll just have to take the publicity." She shrugged and he gave her hand a reassuring pressure. "We'll make it Friday," she promised when he did not speak. "Friday afternoon--" She broke off, then, flushing at her own boldness. "Friday! That's three whole days! When we could be hunting up a license right now. You women are funny." He shook his he ad and she laughed again. "Wait until you see the weddinj dress I'm going to buy," she told him. It couldn't be white, of course With Daddy just laid to rest in the grassy cemetery back in Bridgewater she had to pass up anything reminiscent of bridal satins and orange blossoms. Blue was her next best color and it was a demure little fall model of navy crepe that she decided on finally. With a delicious recklessness she cashed the check Mr. Sanders had given her, and bought a trim little blue felt hat with turned-up brim and a price tag that would have sent her scurrying at any other time. She even managed pair of blue pumps, with the sheerest of matching hose and a pair of smart hand-knitted gloves Waiting for Jim to call for he at the hotel on the last evenjn before what was scheduled to b their wedding day, she tried o all her purchases together. She adjusted the collar of filmy white organdy on the blue dress and stood for a long moment studying 'herself critically in the mirror. She looked slim and girlish, and not very bride-like, she told herself severely. More like a business girl ready for work. She fluffed out her hair a little more beneath the severe lines of the hat and wondered if Jim AU'UL GET ABCWPO THEN AKM , A'GOlrOOO!! V\ KAIWT LEAVE ME KYAR ALOE!! GOtN IN THIS CP PEEV*E'S...WEVE GOT SKEETEU HERE IN TUG SH-H-H !-NOl! THIS IS 1 oe CP OUTFITS » f«'S BEEN WWTED TO GO!! HEY!! WHAC DO YOU GIT THAT SWUN' EUtT ? IS CHINEJ-ANMR COIN' TO LET YOU GO OM ENOUGi-t TROUBLE) DON'T 50ARD W1TH-/WORRY! DONfT NEED AMV O'YER HEY! HEY! DON'T GET VOUR OAOf COME BAO DON'T GET HIM! HE'LU WANT TO FINISH ME! GET Kr'.E OUT!. GET MB OUT! THITTIMG COMIMG I'M SAME. DRVFT Of= ·SPECK. WAD USED TO BBEAK BM-U A WAtl_ oiir o? i BELONGED TO VteS HSPHBff- rMPSW/fi MM/NOT BAR · EH THE BOSS WANTS THAT HOTCAfZ IS.' HEH/ A BRAVE HERO LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS/ AND IS THIS THE BRAVE CRUSADER \VHOI5TO UNDO MARRY ME, MV PIGEON SO/YOU ESCAPED FROM THE BElbTOWER, YOUflENP.'ABRAYE KNIGHT HAS COME WHO WILL BE YOUR UNDOING// ER THANKS, AGGIE, BUT--- MY LITTLE CHICKADEE/ PAR IS! GOLLY - I ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE THIS HT'PAY ANY ATTENTION TO THIS FELLOW, BLUE - WBE HE WON'T BOTMR US .' -- THE SHIP FLIES OVER THE SUNNY LANDS OF SOUTHERN «jj: AND 6UCKO ARE RYING FROK EGYPT TO ENGLAND, THAT WAS CL05E.SILVER,OLOBOV. SOMEONE PU BU1KH3 INTHAT KILLEA'S SUtiOTHERWISE HF ETTHATXIU.ER THINK I'M DEACX IT1J1U.OIVE US - BETTER 7t INVEST MI-VO, SILVER NOW TH«r THE 10 PC E RAH«K3 OCAD.AU UJE 60TTUMIUOMV ABOI/TISTHAT PRISONER. IVE KEPT YOU OUT OFTHEiHERlFF',5 S 50 FAR HE KNOWS MOUT US, AFORE LOHf fjlVSft */JCI FROM THE SSHU/I/D OTUEP VJCMEN V*OUD i IN1EEEST F DOH'1 EVEN PERHAPS-- BUT NOT FOR A UON6 , LONG THE ME/WOEV OF AiOTVlEK 16 TOO F£ESU IN DADDY- THINK YOU'LL EVER GET FOR THAT WAVE MEANWHILE -THE MITWE£R' HAVE RERCHEO -me BRIDGE-- «OM£THIMG'* HAPPENING MEM8EKS OF TH£ CREv SHEILA HUftttlES BELOW FROM THE SOKT PKK FOR HELP FOR STRICKEN 6CORCHV- NOW -TAKE IT EASV, GENTS - THEee'* NOTHING TO GET · ABOUT"-VIE JUST GOT A BUSINESS PROPOSITION FORYA-: PIPE POWU AM 00 WHAT I 5AV-; IN VJITH YA-.' would like her in it. Funny, to be thinking of someone's approval. It had been such a long time since she had had to care about anybody's opinion of her clothes. Not since the old days back in Bridgewater that were gone now, past hope of return, forever. With tears starting in her eyes she sat down, still in her brida outfit, and counted the money which remained in the shabby olc purse that had gone with her through so many weary days. I totaled ten dollars. Impulsively she took pen and paper from th dresser drawer nnd penned a let tcr to the old minister in Bridge water who had buried her father She told him she was to be mar ried, that she would be happy, an e must not be concerned about ler. Into the envelope she slipped ne ten dollars and directed that it vas to be spent for flowers for the new grave in the churchyard. Her eyes were swimming with tears as he wrote the familiar address and sealed the letter. It was, she real- zed the last thing she would ever do for Daddy with her own money. Traces of her tears still remained when she met Jim a few minutes later in the hotel lobby. She had changed her work suit again and scrubbed a powder puff over her face to obliterate them, bu her eyes were still red. His face darkened a little as he looked a her. - , ,, v, "You've been crying, girl, n ccused. "Aren't you happy?" "Of course I'm happy, Jim. It's ust that I was--lonesome, I guess got to thinking of Daddy . . ." "You shouldn't be alone." He took her arm as they left the hotel ;ogether, and his hand was warm and strong. Close to him she felt safe. "Jim 1 ." she brought out, snuggling against him as they started up the street. "You're so good to me, Jim." He turned then, there on the street, and looked down at her with sudden pleading in his eyes For a moment she thought he was going to speak, and she waited. But instead, he held up his hand to a passing taxi, and guided her toward the curb. Once inside the car he sent the driver off toward .he city park, and took her in his arms. 'Why must we wait until tomorrow, girl?" he asked, his lips against her hair. "Why do you want me to leave you again, ever?" "Jim--" "I love you, girl, love ynu? And you want to waste a whole day!'' "Jim, what do your mean?" She pulled back a little. . "Let's get married now, tonight. There's still time to Ret into the license office. I'll hire a car and we reason to wait. "Pieasc, girl." His pleading left icr weak. "Yes, Jim," she murmured, so low he had to bcnrt close to catch the words. "I'll do it." "Girl!" He kifscd her before he called out an order to the taxi driver to turn downtown and go to the marriage license bureau. It was a gentle kiss, but the promise of it left her trembling and shy. (To Be Continued) all, why not? There was no real

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