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March 9, 1939

The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 19

Mason City, Iowa
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ROOM AND BOARD MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THURSDAY, MARCH 9, 1939 By GENE AHERN NOT SO U5OD*-~AU»A~ ~tIx)A£. POKTONE HSS wheCTEO HWiTO M.Y 2# KrS WARDEN 2£S~*. ANO JUST WHO IS TUAT X-WXJTTWO Of AU-UW 1DU HAVE JkLWfcYS ABOUT TO WORM.: -- WELL. HftVt SIGHED TO a«i TU£ LA IN TUE POPULAR SPOUT Of- WRESTLJNG I -- OWE C*r YOUR CRONIES OB, *JE CALLING OW A BUDGES OF WOftU, -*· The Oceans and Ocean Life IV_FLOWER-L7KE ANIMALS CONVICT^ DAUGHTER By RUTH RAY KANE READ THIS FIRST: Out of a job, and asked to leave her boarding 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 Lena sped to the penitentiary to see her dyinir father, serving a life term for murder, she and Jim had fairi|i In love. At the warden's, house during her visit to the prison two escaping convicts forced her Into the warden's car and make a. safe getaway 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 city. Finally Jim calls her and asks her to marry him. To escape further publicity, they decide to elope NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Under the waters of the oceans are "sea anemones." They cling to the sea bottom, to seaweeds, and to rocks. Brilliant red, yellow, blue, green, pink and purple are among their colors. One kind has a green body and a white "flower." Sea anemones What we may call the body is often shaped like a vase. Standing firmly in place, it holds a kind of "bouquet" at the top. At the top of the body is the mouth, and spreading out around the mouth are tentacles. These tentacles are long and strong. They are used for slinging, and otten can send poison into a small animal which comes within their grasp. The body, is . a kind of tube. Most often it .stands only a few inches high'" but some sea anemones are more than four feet high. In the China sea, these animals have been known to have bodies i as much as three feet thick! Yes, they are animals, even if they look like flowers. They have mouths and stomach parts and muscles. They usually spend their CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE -Going up the steps of the courthouse for a marriage license, Lona tried ineffectually to hide behind are of many colors, and brighten Most kinds of sea anemones are the marriage licence bureau jusl the outdoors in springtime, sea water. It lived for after being captured! During a period of six hatched from eggs. After hatching, they rise in the tube and swim out of the parent's mouth! For a short time, they move about in the water, but then they find a place to rest, a place which they can make their lasting home, Other kinds of sea anemones produce young by "budding." The "buds" form on the side of the tube-like body, and after reaching a certain age they break away. Sea anemones may live to a ripe old age. In the year 1828 Sir John Dalyell picked one of them up off the coast of Scotland, and kept it as a ^'pet'Mn a tank filled with Dalyell kept a record of the young of this sea anemone, which he named "Grannie." In those six years, Grannie was the mother of 276 young ones. Sometimes a young one does not settle on a rock, seaweed or the ocean bottom. Instead it fastens its body to the shell or back of a living animal! Many cases are known where a ·sea anemone has settled on the back of a hermit crab. The crab does not seem to mind, since its guest is a guard, saving the crab from attacks of enemies which fear the stinging tentacles. On its part, the sea anemone likes to be aboard a crab. When the crab captures a victim, the anemone bends its body and helps eat the "game." (For Nature section of your scrapbook.) If you waqt a free copy of the illustrated leaflet, "Tour Body at Work," aena me a 3c stamped return envelope, in care of this newspaper. Tomorrow: Sponges. ( C o p y r l j t h t 1939, Publtifieri S j n d i c . t r ) It Will Pay You to Use the G-G Classified Ads DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE n IH 16 31 I"? 1--Place ol confinement 5--Indian of early Pent 9--Hurried 10--Gibe 11--foretoken 13--Strip 3-? 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A grinning clerk directed them to an elevator and at sight of one ol the men lounging beside it, Lona tried to shrink closer to Jim's protective bigness. She had seen that man before! He was a reporter She remembered him with a camera at the cemetery the day they , buried her father. His features had been impressed indelibly on her memory as had all the details of that distressing scene, and she held her breath now, as he lookec up from the paper he Kvas scanning, and glanced at her and Jim Turning her face she edged into the elevator sidewise, and making herself very small, slipped into the farthest corner. The fellow 1 eyes were still on them when th elevator door clicked shut, an, at her last glimpse of him he wa frowning and getting to his feet. "Jim!" she wrispered then, in alarm, "there's a reporter dow there and I "think he recognize^ me. What will we do if he follows us?" ' "I'll punch his head in if he bothers you," Jim said. His lips were set stubbornly and he strode belligerently out into the corridor where the elevator deposited them. Nobody was in sight, and as they went through the door marked marriage licenses he pulled Lona's hand through his arm. "Don't get excited," he told her, and marched her up to the desk. It was over almost before it had begun, this operation which in her girlish dreams she had often thought of as one of the most exciting in a girl's life. A few questions from a slightly peevish clerk whose bored eyes kept roving to the clock whose hands were creeping toward closing time Glibly she heard herself telling him her name, her address, her occupation. A pen was pushed into her hand and she was told to sign. For a moment she hesitated, looking at Jim for guidance, remembering the conversation they had had about names. She thought of the reporter who might even now be at the door. Involuntarily she glanced around to see if anyone were" bending over her shoulder. "Write it, girl," Jim encouraged her, and she set the pen in the old- fashioned ink bottle determinedly. Another moment and it was done. She watched as Jim wrote in his name with his flowing scraw! and a sense of finality gripped her There it was, for all the world to see. At least there'd be no newspaper until morning, she calculated. She and Jim would have one night of peace! Jim's hand was warm on her arm as they went back out the door into the corridor together. In its presure she sensed that he, too, was acutely conscious of the folded paper that had crackled as.he stowed it away in his pocket. The elevator door clicked shut just as they came up to it and they were forced to wait for its return trip. In the privacy of the darkening corridor Jim's arm slipped about her waist and he drew her close. There was just time for a quick kiss, and she knew her face was hot and flushed as the elevator caught up with them. The elevator boy grinned at them knowingly and she felt her blush deepen as Jim laughed aloud. "Jim, behave yourself!" she scolded him, wiping her face with her powder puff to hide her color The puff was still in her hand when she stepped out into the lower hall. Looking up at Jim she saw his face darken suddenly and she had a frightening glimpsi of a small crowd gathered befon the elevator entrance. Then cami the click of a camera, a click tha was repeated before she quit. realized what it was. Above tht gaping black box, when she die locate it, she saw the grinnini face of the reporter she had recog nized, and with a little scream sh' covered her face with her hands. But it was too late. "Thank? Swell shot," the reporter said pleasantly. "Now, if you'll just tel us the groom's name and wrier I?!?. Kins Fciturci Siixliutc, [ac. I'M SOORtf AVSS EfXWDFOOr, BimHtS CRUSE IS FOQ MEN . Orrt-yK OU CANT ] COME ABO4ROS , - . KWt TO HAVE MX» THROWN OFFFXXJ INSIST ON TRYING TO BOARD JSl KkJOTHMO! THROVWE A 0006! AHM A COWN-ONTH* HTAB cause YEAH? ...JES' TWTO KEEP ME STOP MOBOOV l«= OOIKSO TO HURT VOLl! ·SURE.!.IT COLD . 1 COLH-OM'T GET Tt'MO PLACE IhJ OST STOT5.M , 'CAO-SE T HOfzr MY LJECJ us voove LINOS R. TiVCT ·SNO-fJ AU_ WIGHT HORTV IT THAT SOFT PILE OP MOVJ WAS I TO JrJrvIie * L.SFT Wl-5, V/A.GON1 . ON TOe GAHG .'-THE BKS IT'S MORLIN/ HE CHANGED CEDRIC INTO A Mouse// V NOWVCKTOTHE BO-L-TOWER UNTIL YOU DECIDE TO YOU- X MARRY ME.' TDOLM0, MY LITTLE' AREN'T WE GONNA 51AY LON6 ENOUGH TO SEE THE SIGHTS ? NOPE.' 1 WANT TO 6ET BACK TO THE STATES AS SOON AS POSSIBLE; CAN HARDW WAIT TO LEARN JCST WHY KALU KOPAK K SO ANXIOU5 FORrtE TO RETURN' MAYBE HE WANTS TO BORROW SOME DOtKW FROT vn; WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE COUID IT BE YOU TWO ARE 'AKING THE SAME BOAT FOR AMERICA AS I AM' IT BES1NS TO LOOK, UNFORTUNATELY. THAT YOU ARE. R16HT.' nR.BLUE ALSO CHANEEJ TO THE SAME PLANE BRICK AND BOCKO CHANGE SHIPS AT LE BOUR6ET.AJR PORT (N PARIS , I THOUGHT YOU MUST HAVE PUT BLANKS IN TWXT Kl UtRS CARTRIDGE BELT.TQNTO. ARETHINSS IN RED ROCH AS BAD AS WE THOUGHT? ALL MEN -THERE PXf TRIBUTE TO BOSS. HIM BAD FELLER. BUTCH. , m ME.SILVER; ,HO ONE ELSC WOULD HAVE FIXED THOiE CARTRIDGES. COME ON..SILVER! C AIM Y GIT AW. -.US: PAY -TRIBUTE ;Oa ·CATTLE-PIZONEDN TELL VUH.SUTCrl TK£;t.OHe RANGER Via. TUH)'WE GOT WORD T TXE iOMf MNtjERHEAeSTOMtitO TOmi^UT . CARD1SAKJ - WVlAT KlNDA WORK DID YOU USED HAVE TO LONG AS =E I/H 60(N4 HAVE TROUBLE WITH wi A* SHEILA APPROACH^ THE BRIDGE, THE CLASH OF ANSfiy VOICES COMES TO HEB.-- YOU CANT INTIMIDATE THINK V AWAV WITH OHf ... TOO une. I THEY Tnelxidmp me." Trig you are moon- spending the honey- He got no farther. Like a flash Jim's doubled fist swung up and connected with the fellow's grinning jaw. He grunted in the middle of a word and, as Lona screamed in earnest, went down onto the tiled floor, the camera rolling from his hands. It fell at Jim's feet, and he tramped on it. crushing it savagely, grinding it under his shoes. . "Hey, you--" somebody in the crowd began, but the "sight of Jim's darkened face and clenched fists stopped him. "Anybody else want some more of the same?" Jim demanded, facing them for a second grimly. Nobody stirred and he slipped a hand beneath Lona' elbow and led her toward the street entrance. The fellow on the floor moaned and sat up as they passed him. His eyes made a wobbly signal to somebody close to the door, bringing out something that sounded like, "Get them Bute)) . , ." At their side as they reached the door another figure bobbed up. For a moment Lona faced h i m . startled, afraid that he was going to molest thorn. But ,.,, ,,,.,., opened the door for them, smiling- "Good punch, fellow," he shot at Jim approvingly, and Jim managed a half grin. Another click seemed to come from somewhere near while Ihpir faces were upturned, and Lona jumped again. But no cameras were in sight, and she breathed easier as they came out again onto the crowded street. "You shouldn't have hit him, Jim." she said, when they had climbed into their taxi again. "I couldn't have him taking pictures," he told her. defensively. "He can print anything he wants to in his old rag. but he can't have any pictures. And I'll wring t h e neck oft the next one that even camera at us!" His fists were still clenched and Vie sat stiffly upright on the taxi seat It struck Lona. as he sat there tight lipped and grim, that his anger at Jhe incident was deeper than it called for, and she watched liim, puzzled. It was as if something alien had come between them. "Jim. you lonk so strange," she brought out. "You frighten me." "I'm sorry, Birl." He relaxed, then, and put his arms about her. "I d i d n ' t mean -- I sort of lost my temper, I Rncss." His drawl was hack acain. and the strangeness disappeared as s u d d e n l y as it had come, so t h a t now she wasn't suvc she had felt it at all. "It's not worth g r t l i n c so ancry about." she tried lo fell him. hut he shook h i ' head. "You're loo easy with pcopJe," he pro- -._ ........ . little half smile showed, ami she smiled back. "Yovt look terrible. Jim. \vhen you're mad." she hroiiRhl out, h e r m i n d s t i l l Koine over the scene they hart JiKt q i i i t - Icd. "So fierce a n d -- mean. I hope you never eel mad at me that way." "Mad at you. R i r J ? I can't evpr eel m.iri at you. Don't yo\i know t h a t ? You're tno l i t t l e n n d tor -- sweet. Besides, you'll be Mrs. ClaridEe: Do yoxi refilize that: W h n could he m.irt st Mrs. Claririce? EsprcjaHv Sirs. Jamrs Claridcr!" Mrs. Claridgc: The name brought a flush to t-ona's cheeks an.l a warmlh lo her whole- beine that sta? cd w i t h hrr even w h e n she had sent Jim on liii way back to Mrs.'s. ^nrt had c":ie up to her own room lo m a k e her prop.~- Tations. Preparations for her wedctinz. In a fc-A- hours ^he would b*' Mrs. Jarne^ Claridsre: She said the name nver lo l-.or- elf as she rfrrs,= cd frr t h e «crond t i m e 1h»t day in the bhir o u i d t and rni'hert the Wflvc into her urown hair w i t h extra care, Mrs. James Clarid^c--LOTA Clar- i(f):i!. It seemed to take away from her, M.mchow. nil the troubles that had been hers as T.ori.T Aekerman. As if that un- li;pny. d i s t r a c t e d pirl were about to vanish forever. Khc Inokcci ridiculously yountf xvhen she stnnd before her rnirrnr. f i n a l l y , rearly rto\vn to t h e last b u t t o n on, the hlue c'cvrs. Her f a r e v,-as still flushea -vid her e e were bricht. She hesitated for a nioiv.rnt. trcmnlinc. as t h e telephone, a n n o u n c i n g thilt J i m was w.iitin;: for her below, sent out its f a t e f u l Jingle. She felt as if she were settinc out for a new. u n k n o w n world as she picked up her suitcase and locked the door behind her for the l.T.t time. (To Be TOTltlnurd) Donti^t.s don't care if your kid sticks his thumb at night. They make considerable money pushing buck tooth hnck into line.--Fountain Inn Tribune,

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