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

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, March 11, 1939
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·U- MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE SATUKDAY, MARCH 11, 1939 ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN -- 6.BOUT TUT UUSKY WRESTLER YOU Mi.V6 IH ·VOW,' IS IT YOUR. 1O PUT UP HERE T=OR IO NOURISH ---OR HCiS HE OTHER QUfxPTTEPS MCW *? *\Y PNS.Y PfcTCU. WITM WE!'--SO.VOU SEE,N\Y CRICV.BT, HE WILL Pi.Y COP, UIS K6E.P HEP.S 6.MD I CJMM O.ISO.WA-- CONTRIBLrrE TO THE CiEMERW- BUDGET * 7 SN 5UOWT, THE WRESTLER VS . OONVICtF DAUGHTER! By RUTH RAY KANE A Little Saturday Talk IN going over some letters which I have saved for a long time, I found this one: "Dear Uncle Kay: I have joined your scrapboofc club, and when I asked my teacher to sign my certificate, she asked what it was for. I told her about saving the newspaper clippings that you wrote each day, and putting them in a scrapbook. She said she thought it was a very nice thing to do. I have received all of your leaflets, and have made a place in the back of ray scrapbonk for them. Each heading in my scrapbook Is made In a bright color, and my cover Is done in brown; "Jane Poore." This letter reminds me of quite a number of letters in which boys and girls have toid what kind of scrapbooks they have made, and of the use they have found for the clippings in later months Many times I find statements that children have earned higher marks because they were able to go back in their scrapbooks and locate "just the right story" for school topics. pur column is meant for many ·tilings besides help in school work, but I always am glad when I hear of it being a help to readers in that way. One reason I think it is a good thing to keep a scrapbook is this: On a certain day m school, or in a certain week, you may not be studying the same subjects I am writing about in the newspaper. For instance you may be taking up China in geography when the articles are about Sweden or Switzerland. However, 1 have written about China in past months, and it you have saved the articles you will have them just when you need them. Many parents, and some grandparents, have told me they are saving the articles for children too young to read, for little ones sometimes only two or three years old. I like to hear that, for it shows the grownups are thinking of the future ot those for whom they are making the scrapbook. Often they tell me, "The scrapbook will be a help when John (or Bill or Mary or Huth) is old enough to go to school." Our Scrapbook club is open to all who wish to join, no matter what the age .There are no dues to pay, and no entrance fee The important thing is to join, and then keep a scrapbook carefully. To become a member, a reader sends a stamped return envelope which is mailed back to him with a leaflet giving directions and a membership certificate. Many times I have wished I could personally visit t h e thousands of members of the Scraps book club. Since I cannot go to so many places, I am happy to be able to visit you, in a way, when thelpaper comes to your home. (Copyright 1339, Publishers Syndicate) READ THIS FIRST: Out of a job, ana asked to leave her boarflynsr house because of the wide publicity she received as the result of an attempted prison break, Lona Ackerman is almost desperate she cannot locate Jim Clarldge, the only friend she hai 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 dur- i.Tiff her visit to the prison, two, escaping convicts force 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. Lona is recognized when Ihey go for the marriage license and Jim slogs a photographer when he attempts to take their picture. They are married at'a parsonage In a small (own. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) Join the new 1939 Uncle Kay Scrapbook Club! To Uncle Ray, Care of Mason City Globe-Gazette, Mason City, Iowa, Dear Uncle Ray: I want to join the 1939 TJncle Kay Scrapbook Club, and I inclose a stamped envelope carefully addressed to myself. Please send me a Membership Certificate, a leaflet telling- how to make a Corner Scrapbook of my own, and a printed design to paste on the cover of my scrapbook. ' Name ..................................................... Street or R. F. D .................................... V .State or Province PROFIT BY USING THE G-G WANT ADS DAILY CROSSWORD PUZZLE 32 3.3 13 10 20 17 II 36 IS 26 3-11 1--Dull- spirited 5--Purchasing agent ' 9--Because 10--Chief gods of the Teutonic pantheon 12--Greek letter 13--Precise 14--Border 15--Bend Uia head 17--Symbol for radium 18--Small particle of floating dust 19--Units of work 21--Creek letter 23--Bobbins 25--Uneven, aa though eaten away Across 29--Electrified particle 31--Whirl 32--Rim of a hat 35--All- correct 37-^-One of the Fates (Norse myth.) 38--16th letter of the Hebrew alphabet 39--Gtrl'3 name 41--Whether 4Z--A half note (music) 43~-Correlativa of either It--A Tnominjt reception 45--The backbone 13--Border 30--Midday 14--Interaa- 32--Lade water tional from language 33--Repleta 16--Danish coin 34--At home 18--Death, as a 36--Dagger deity used by 20--Slender Malays 22--Masculine (var.) pronoun 39--Expire 40--Mischier- ous child 42--A New Eng* land state (abbr.) 43--Forward 24--Thus 26--A musical composition 27--Title of respect 28--Undergo Answer io previous puzzle Cl I--Fashion 2--Pronoun 3--Tool for trimming slate 4--Period of time Down 6--Drilling tool 6--Biblical city 7--Egress S--White frost 11--Mark left by injury Cofjrijht, 1JJ9, cituio SypJinW, lot, CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE WHEN THEY had left the tiny inn where they had eaten their wedding supper, Jim turned to Lona in the deepening darkness. "Guess where we're going now?" he bade her solemnly. "I couldn't, Jim." She was embarrassed again. "Tell me." For answer he stopped the car and pulled from his pocket the road map he had procured at a service station just outside the city. With solemn mein he spread it over the wheel in the dim light of the instrument board, traced the route over which they had come with an inquiring finger. At a red-lettered "Sandringham" the finger paused. "That's where we are now," he told her, and she stared at it with/a catch of her breath. Sandring-' ham! What an odd place in which to be married. "And here's where we are going! 1 ' The finger traced an uneven inch or two and stopped triumphantly at a tiny speck, lettered, "Fairfield." "Fairfield?" She rolled It on her tongue questioningly. "I've never heard of it. Have you been there before, Jim? What hind of place is it?" He laughed and started the motor. "We're going there now," he told her. "Sounds like a swell place for a honeymoon.'' "But don't you know anything about it?" "I know it has a nice name." He was grinning down at her. "But maybe there's no hotel, no place to stay--" "Let's try it" Are you game?" He looked at her like a boy, a gay, irresponsible boy. 'Of course I'm game!" She leaned back in the seat, catching his mood. He began to hum as the miles sped by, a funny, old-fashioned tune that had been popular a decade ago. Memory stirred in her brain, and she joined in, her clear soprano blending with his baritone: With someone like you, a pal good and true, I'd like to leave it all behind, and go and find, Some place that's known to God alone, Just a spot to call our own . .. Fairchild was a quaint, shady, one-street country town. Lights blinked sleepily in old-fashioned houses as they drove through the square. No hotel sign was visible, only a drug store end a pool room with a row of loafing men just breaking up after the evening's pow-wow. Disappointment took hold of Lona until, down at the farthest end of the flower-bordered street, they came upon a friendly "Tourist Home" sign. It pointed to a stately home with a white-pillored veranda set like the scene in a stage play, back in a clump of pines with a winding moss-grown walk of brick. "Modern Accommodations" the sign proclaimed in smaller letter, and she and Jim looked at each other. "I told you Fairfield was the place," he reminded her trumph- antly. When he had brought the throbbing car to a stop, he got his long legs out onto the ground and, reaching back lor her, lifted her bodily in his arms. "I'm going to carry you in," he told her, and she struggled laughingly. "Please, Jim! Set me down. There's somebody looking--" "Kiss me first!" he demanded, and she had to respond. The woman who met them at the door smiled at them as if she were welcoming visiting friends. "The front room is the nicest," she told Lona, bustling about, gathering up their suitcases whiie Jim signed a bold "Mr. and Mrs. James Claridge" on the thumbed-marked book the man of the house handed him. He winked at Lona as he signed it, and she blushed as she hurriedly followed the heavy-footed, kindly-faced woman up the winding stairs. "We call this the blue room," her hostess told her. "Pa and me, we had it done last spring, new paper and everything. I'll just show it to you before your husband comes up." She proudly exhibited an array of blue-flowered walls, a blue crocheted bedspread on the huge four-poster bed, and quaint lace curtains, topped by ruffled blue i valances, at the broad, many- paned windows. It was an ensemble that would have caused a smart decorator to shrink in dismay, but to Lona it seemed homey and old-fashioned, and brought to mind the room she had occupied at home in, the old TOK, is ABOJT to LEAVE THE DOCK f=cw THE SUR... MOW GT RlQlTroU... MUQGS \ RWWELANDER'S SHcCQoW . ! ..Do I HAVE TO traop ;JHI^ TJCM/M tb THAT O»RO beeK vunH Uosciby TO ·SEA-BAiS EOWW16 .-fu. ccw\e. uarR RATHER WOT.- THERE'S SOME1HII4S BREAKABtE. -ry^r CHILD! FOR we« PAJKSS sue cers MOTWINSG rtsoM -specx BOT A. VJOR.D OP TUAVUes DOB'S SME C,X VET sue GOB'S RIGHT OM GVMlNCi U1W\ TUB. «5UOO\_OA-T MAMH TO POT UP SNCTH \urr t s' WOWEE/ SOME SHAN1Y TOII1JE OBN SO NICS.TD MS - ANOI1LHATE1O LEAVE- BUT NCW THKTIVE CX3JVENNOU DOWN VOUWOUTNEEONE, VOUrZ. JCAUTWAIPTOCETM t. A GftTHIHS-^vlir-AND | -1 ILL CE BATHING IUTHE ,-J r AM TNTHE CHIPS.' -ANOI THW1C IU.CXMBlNS life SIMPtV HEAVENLV. TO ME WITH ALL THE RACES AND NK3WTSP075 TO found out, txtftra, it* AGATHA AND MORLIM OUGHTA K HERE ANY MINUTE i CAN'T WAIT TO GETMYHAND50N . , THAT SCOUNDREL/ /- W-1UE LAttBETH WALK ISOLD STUFF-LEHHE HOW YOU A MNCE, BABV, THAT I INVENTED-1 --i CM.L IT THE "PERUVIAN PRANCE" WISH I COULD GET OVER THE IDEA THIS CHAP BLUE OR "FUNNY FACE" AS BUCKO CALLS HIM-MEANS TROUBLE FOR US .' I MUST BE SETTING OLD, WORRYING .OVER NOTHING.' AH-HEtt/ GOOD EVENING.' HUH? OH; IT'S «X)MR.BLUE! EXACTLY.' HIND IF I JOIN YOU OUT HERE-WHERE IT'S SO CAlrt AND PEACEFUL-THANK WU: AREFREE BUCKO ENJOYS THE AfTER-OANCE AKHRD SHIP-- -WHILE BRICK, ALONE ON DECK, rtUSES OVER WEIR NEW ACQUAINTANCE, AVIL BLUE ,., NOU BEMEMBEa.TMOBNOYKE.YER TUH SES THAT THE PRJSONER S1ANO BACK. YOU RA13. I'LLTARE THAT CASH! MY MEN TUHse-meR. HE ONE VOHO TRIES TO FOLLOW ME I THE LOME RAN6CR1 DONTS8UEAUTUHTHE5HER :=- §urcii;\ \WO Lcf -AUM YEAH - JUST WHEW ME AN'YpUv/ASHAVlM so MUCH FUH -- rr' YOUR PA-I DON'T KNOW «HY ME PON'T LIKE A1E, IT ISNT TUAT, A11CKEV -JUST 7V1AT OLD JUMLE SOQN'S DAD F6EU , I'LL SEND FOB YOU.' I DIDN'T TO THINK I LIKED YOU, BUT NOW I BKLTTU5, WOULDN'T YOU SUPPOSE -WAT PATSY'S PAD WOULO LET MICKEY rTAY ON - IF ONLY POP PATSY'S I MATE TO SAY THIS ABOUT PATSYfe DAP, BUT ME- LEAVES A1E COLO ? IT'S QO\N3 TO g£ INTER6STINQ TO WATCH A FEA(mc POUNDING AT HIS OH, HURRV, ·SCOOP/ 'WHAT IS I-C SHEILA?/ SCOBCHV'S HOOT-HE NEEDS HELP-AMU THE EMGINE BOOM CX£*t J HAS WTIMJED-/ 5" S-SCORCHY HUOT ?/ MUTINY- THERE ISN'T A MINUTE TO days. "Been married long?" the woman lingered to ask her, shyly. "Not long." Somehow Lona managed to make her voice sound casual. "You look like a bride." The woman's eyes were motherly. "With them flowers and all. I'd better get a vase for them/' She bustled about again, and impatience shook Lona. Would she never leave? She wanted suddenly to be alone, to wait for Jim. The bustling figure departed, finally, leaving behind her an atmosphere of fussing over the little things that go to make for comfort; extra blankets at the foot ol the bed in case it should turn cool, minute instructions as to how the window shades should be drawn to keep out the morning sunshine. In her "good night" there was a smiling knowingness that left Lona standing in the middle of the floor, her face burning, dreading the sound of Jim's footsteps on the creaky old stairs, yet knowing that he would come. She was seated calmly before the quaint old marble-topped dressing table brushing her shining curls when he did come a full fifteen minutes later. She had unpacked her suitcase and removed the blue wedding'dress to a hanger in the deep clothespress. The rose crepe negligee that was the one extravagant purchase of her hurried trousseau had replaced it on her slim figure. From its ruffles her white arms peeped out coyly and her face in the mirror looked ridiculously young, the eyes just a little frightened. Jim came in softly, as if he feared she might be asleep and he had no right to wake her. With simple directness he crossed the room to where she waited, her eyes on his in the mirror, and took her in his arms. "You're so pretty, girl,"" he brought out, holding her gently. "So pretty! . . . I can't believe we're here together--married." "Jim! Oh, Jim!" She clung to him suddenly. "I'm going to make you happy, girl!" he promised, and there was an odd defiance in his voice. "Happy!" he repeated, almost loudly, as If he were reassuring himself. His lips were hard against hers as he kissed her. "Jim--" she said, again, as he picked her up, suddenly, as lightly as if she were a child. Later that nteM slic awoke to find him breathing rhythmically In tlie darkness by her Bide. Over the oM-fash- ioncd room the roses in thctr vase--wedding roses--cast a stealthy perfume. The moon had risen and \vas pouring through the windows, the quaint flaring Jacc curtains sifting It out into filigrcctj patterns that fell across the bed. In the reflected light she made out his lean face. He looked ooyish in his sleep, the tightness of his mouth relaxed, a lock of his unruly hair straying down over bis forehead. With a tender hand she reached over and smoothed jt back. Jlc ctirred At her touch like a child beneath Its mothcr'3 hand, and she drew back without wakening him. He looked so peaceful, so content. And it seemed so natural to bo here nt his side in the night. So safe. She breathed a little prayer 33 «ho settled back to go to sleep again, her head against hhi shoulder. "Make it bo like this always, dear Godl Make It last." (To Be Contlnnefl) Boy, 5, Lifts 100 Pounds ST. LOUIS, UR--Lifting 100- pound weights is nothing lor 5 year old James Clayton, Jr., says his father, an amateur weightlifter who began teaching his son the trick last October. Although the boy only weighs 45 pounds, he can lift 100 pounds to his waist and 50 pounds over his h«ad. *-

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