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FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 1939 ROOM AND BOARD By GENE AHERN MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE YOU TiE THIS"? 'BOCK STOLOtAAFOLUS IS. STILL IN TU' WHEN I SIGH VOU TO fVRESTU£ ,1T Y/IIA. BE FPO)A MOUSE "TO HOUSE.-". . , . #3pO PURSE 1 . t tJONT TJO TUIMGS IN A SMLU WB.Y I KHOTTET3 UP WITH UirA TEN V6JS.BS , , T -- « O U A err OP wofiwxrrl,, WUEM TUKT FEU_OW SETS " UP1UESTP.EET fc.\ VOX) V-OLV.OY/ WIS SKTUEP, FOR RESULTS -- TRY A G-G WANT AD The Oceans and Ocean Life X--WARM-BLOODED SEA ANIMALS Fish are cold-blooded animals, and they are well lilted for life in the sea. Warm-blooded animals, on the other hand, would not seem able to stay in the sea with com- lort, except perhaps in waters of the torrid zone. Yet certain warm-blooded animals have learned to live in the ocean, and seem to like it. They even swim in the chill waters of the frigid zones. Whales, seals, sea lions and sea elephants are among the animals o£ this kind. Instead o£ legs, they have flippers. They not only swim well, but they can stand the cold water because o£ layers of fat, or "blubber," under their skin. Sea lions are classed as "large- eared seals." They swim about the Pacific ocean. Sea lions of the North Pacific .are of large size, sometimes reaching a length of from 12 to 15 feet. They may Weigh over half a ton. Thousands of sea lions gather on islands in the breeding season. At that time there are fights among the old bulls. California sea lions are not nearly so large, but people like to watch them sporting about the coast. There also are sea lions south of the equator, in Pacific waters near South America and Australia. Another warm-blooded animal is the sea.otter. It is related to otters which live on the land or in iresh waters, but it spends its time in the ocean. Sea otters are found in the North Pacific. They grow to be about four feet long.'They have short legs, and the hind ones are thick and webbed, being something like flippers. Sea otters may be seen in pairs, but not in large herds. They feed largely on crabs and other shellfish. Thanks to the greed for fur, men have killed off most of the sea otters, and the animals are in danger of dying out. One sea otter hide was sold in Europe for 51,000. The wali-us is another warm- blooded animal of the ocean. Although a relative of seals and sea lions, it is classed in another family. Walruses live in the Arctic ocean, and sometimes are seen about the North Atlantic and in Bering sea. Those of Bering sea often weigh more than a ton. This story is the last in our present series about the oceans and ocean life. We have taken a fast trip through the mighty depths which cover almost three-fourths of the globe. We have spoken of some of the odd animals which live in them, but the oceans are the homes of thousands of other kinds of animals, some of them just as strange as any we have mentioned. (For Nature section of your scrapbook.) 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SB aiSEI OSHE IS r3HElH [QplORl |P|E|R|T|L| CONVICT^ DAUGHTER By RUTH RAY KANE CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Lona looked as pleased as an excited child when the evening for Dinah's party came finally, and she stood before her mirror patting me waves into her brown hair. She was wearing her wedding dress, and her cheeks glowed with a flush that made her eyes look as dancing as Dinah's own. "You're as excited over this shindig as you were over your own wedding," Jim complained as he struggled with his tie. Peering over her shoulder, his eyes met hers in the mirror, and she bowed to him demurely. "Do you think they'll like me, sir?" she asked and laughed as his big arms closed suddenly about her slim body. "Like you?" His voice was husky. "I'm afraid they'll like you too well, girl. I've half a notion not to let you go. You're mine, do vou understand that? Mine . . . " "Jim, you're hurting me!" Secure in his possessiveness, she struggled away coyly. "You'll muss my dress. Let me go! You're like a big bear," she scolded. "A bear that likes his honey," he shot back nonsensically, and they both laugher again. She had never laughed so much in her life, Lona thought, as she lifted from its box the trim corsage of rose buds Jim had brought home for her to wear. "Like it?" he asked, serious again, as she fastened the fragrant circlet to her belt. "It was sweet of you to think o£ it, Jim," she told him. "I'm glad you brought one for Dinah, too. She loves it." She stood on tip-toe and gave him a kiss; a trim, tantalizing little.peck on the forehead that brought a protast. "Is that all I get?" he cliided her. "Next time I'll bring you a bouquet of wild flowers." They were still giggling like a couple of children as they went hand in hand, across the hall to the Morriss living room. From behind the closed door the sound of voices and the bubbling of laughter indicated that the gaiety was already under way. For a moment the fear of people Eona had developed in her long, lonely years of reticence almost overcame her, but she shook it off determinedly. Was she to be that way always, she wondered? Always to bear the scars. It was a crowded living room into which they were ushered by a smiling Mrs. Morriss. Dinah, enthroned in her chair like a reigning queen, was silhouetted against the draped windows. She pulled Lona over to her possessively and went through the introductions with an It seemed odd to hear herself called Mrs. Bennett, Lona thought as she nodded and smiled, and tried to associate the names she had heard in Dinah's chatter of the past few days with the laughing; young people about her. The girl in blue with the straight black hair must be Ethel Harmon. That would be Louis Davis beside her. Me ran the garage on Main street. Over on the divan was a curly- hah-ed boy named Jones. "One of the Jones boys you know," he told her, solemnly, as they were introduced. Out in the dining room, hovering over the great punch bowl which graced the white-clothed table was another young man, tall and anxious looking. He was making a great ado of stirring and tasting, and Lona knew he must be Bobby Graves. Pinky the piano player, was not yet in evidence. Two of the girls were sisters They dressed alike in demure ruffled frocks and seemed comically inseparable. They were Evelyn and Madelyn Arnold, daughters of the Brighton undertaker. "Ev" and "Mad," the rest called them. Sitting beside the Jones boy on the divan was a stately young woman in a black dress, smoking a ciga- ret with ostentatious ease. "Mrs. Davis," Dinah named her She was the wife of the garage keeper, and she eyed Lena's simple frock with a frankly appraising look. Her lazy glance quickened when Jim was presented to her and she took a nonchalant puff of her cigaret before she ground it out on the ashtray beside her and sat up with a suddenly determined air that brought a laugh from the crowd. "Alice always goes for even- man Dinah explained quite mat- ter-pf-factly and with no trace of malice, and the woman smiled agreement. "I like them tall, dark and mysterious looking," she drawled in a throaty voice. Jim bowed stiffly. "At your service madam," he offered, and they all laughed again. They were a merry, carefree gang. Lona found, as she sat beside Dinah's chair and smiled at the antics of the Jones boy who was trying to draw her out on the dance floor. Before the party began, the rug had been rolled ut neatly, and beneath it, the polished floor lay bare and gleaming, ihey had begun to dance to the unsatisfactory music of a radio program while they waited for Pinky to put in his appearance, lie was, it seemed, unaccountably "He promised to be here at nine. Dinah told them, frowning a little. 'I can't imagine what's keeping him." "He'll be fined if he's not here in fifteen minutes." Bobby Graves consulted a wrist watch firmly. The only piano player in town and he has to be late. It's outrageous.' We ought to drink up all the punch on him." He suited action to words by d r a i n i n g his glass $ A. FINE f»Jtt O'SAJLOCS VOO GO^ / AR6! SrSTER-LL SE ALL. HXSHT'. A5 ·SOOH £ THEV FIND US TH6VLL wtxo om? FOLKS'.'...SISTER'S A SWELL EGG.. SHE WOJT tTHATIS TriE CHOC CHAIN... GET-TIN- UD VtOWMUGGS!! IVM AFB4IOJ t OOMT W TO STOW AW A Y * AH. COT rr our, ouvs» - S KUF - SNIP - NOW LOOK WHAT "/OU've - SNIP -XXX4E! YOU'VE GOT MS. "~*~^ DOIN' (T!! .AWTH1NG TO EAT DOwKl 'HERE ...WHAT WILL BECOME Of SISTER1 WE CANT LWE HER LIKE THIS!! King Feature STCI**. Jnc, Wc*U rV mttvcd. OF rr, BOOOY.TWIMK.OF^ XT. T OUST CAKS'T SeUEN IT. -TO H«VE TIME TO PLA.V AMD UEA.O AU- voo've BE_ TO GET AT ·THOSS eoovts FDR. A1.OMQT1ME. AKJD S5Q KftORE. -^iCfif. TO OQ 1 , T TO WOLLBta. CJO1TS! COUS'.VO ED'S A GRE/CT vOEL-L7L.,KAAvee,BCfr - L 7 L . , A v e e , B C f r I TAKe PRACTICE, AMD I SWEL.I, BEGIM MCMJ. GET ' I IDONTTHINKSTEVS THATS fUNNf - THS DOOfZS LOOCCD.' H ON THE INSlDB.' REAL NCPHtw ATAUJ NOW^ Mf CHANCS 70 SCAIZCH MS MUST HA« LCFT'CM UPSTAIRS t( THATSTHEGUY IW W/A17ING fOR/ STOP WHIfif YOU ARE/ OAKY/ 60 BACK/ AfflVTHA AND MORUW EMERGE ER0M WEEL BE SO GLAD TO SEE W1WIKA AKD MY OLD FRIEND. MONSIEUR XOPAK THEM YOU KNOW HEEtt ANOYlJAW-HE'S A PAL OF ftV OF HIS 6REAT EENVEHTION ? h~T PAL.BRADFOSO -AN'BRICK DOESN'T KNOW!" OH f l'MSO-0 SORREE- ANVTHIN' 'BOUT THE v%A nUST tEAF-l'VE *H , EITHER .' JfM APPOINTMENT FORM TM fA^ANKWE/ T 1 ^ HE.TOO.WWJIDN'T TAIX.EH? HMM.'WEU ITHEKMU5TTRY ANOTHER AN61E JESTHIT FSH THE BADLANDS AN'KEEP IN HIDHN'. I'LL MEET YUM IWHfNTHINSS COOL OFF. NOW VUEIo. DROP HIM. THEN COffFfMOJI fXOM SLIM, Bt/rCHAHD HIS MIX HAVC or/if* PLANS.. MR. CARDl6AJ--toU ARE V1AK1NQ UP JOKES, NOT YOU rr, PATSY SHOULD TOO THOUSAND A VJ6EVC, .AFTER HE!? NEXT SOLLV, OAD - ISN'T -TMAT A tdT OF TO ASK ? Me. SEE/MED TO THINK SO ' NEVER MIND rW/rlE,EI?,YC_ MUCH.' PARAGON 50 CABPIAN WAWT TWO 6KAUD FOJ? PATS'/, 1 WJWTTQ B6 FAIR, BUT ME IS A Hoe/ WELL,] I HATE TO DO THIS . BUT ANOTHER KIDDIE TAKE PATSY'S ' ·^^--·. i» i , i · - -- ·· v V«»T vj 114 rti| ii u ^ H l f i £Ai^5 i«9. Kim Fcwra 4ni4«i«, loe an " £°' n K back for more. When he I returned he had an inspiration. You look like a pianist," he told Lona. "Bet you're holdin' out on us. Come on, give us a tune." "Sorry," Lona laughed. "I'm afraid I'm not a musician. I can play 'Chopsticks' and 'A Maiden's Prayer,' but you can't dance to those." "How aboiit the husband?" He crossed to Jim hopefully. To Lena's surprise, Jim allowed himself to be coaxed to the piano. Ushered by the irrepressible Bobby, he draped his long frame on the bench with a half apologetic glance at her amazed face. "They laughed when I sat down at the piano, especially my wife," he bantered. "You see, I've never told her about my past." "Lad-ies and gen-tlemen!" Bobby insisted upon ceremonious. "I am ex-TRE-ME-Iy happy to present to you the attraction of the evening. We have with us tonight in the flesh, a real, live, cowboy singer and yodeler, who will entertain you with some genu-lNe songs and--er yodels, fresh from the range. Cowboy, do your stuff'" Jim cleared his throat ostentatiously as the room fell into an interested silence, and Lona felt panicky. He had never told her he could sing. What if he were only joking and they had taken him seriously? It would be embarrassing. He grinned at her teasingly and in an exaggerated western accent culled from the stage and radio, drawled a slow. "How-d' ye do. pardners. . . . Seein' that you-all crave entertainin' ah'H do mo level best t' give you some of th* old songs of the range. But it's been a long time--a most mighty long time sence ah been back out where men is men an' women knows their place. An' ah kinda forgets th' old songs, so you'll have t' fergive me cf ah ain't jest up t' s n u f f . Ah'H do the best ah kin." His fingers had strayed into a low obligate as he spoke the last few sentences. In a clear, baritone voice that was almost incredible to Lona, he began to measure out a plaintive strain. 'Home, home on the range! Where the deer and the antelope play, Where never is heard, a discouraging word He sang it sadly, hesitantly, breaking a little, as if it revived memories that hurt, and a hushed silence hung over the room. When he had finished, he snt for a moment, his head down, his hands still on the keys, and Lona felt her heart go out to him suddenly, as it had never done before. He looked homesick, and she never had realized before how much adrift he was. She had been too busy with her own troubles to consider his. He looked up at t h e crowd, then and smiled, and the spell was broken. Applause broke out, and they swarmed over to the piano, bcRKing for more, "Why didn't you tell me?" Dinah reproached Lona from her chair, and Lona shook her head laughingly. "He's yhy about It." iihe «xplalnd, unwilling to admit that she, herself, h a d n ' t known. 'Give rne my boots was rollicking out and now, h« JaURhing, ., occasionally Into an unearthTy p^al of yodelirijt that sent th« listeners Into gales o( laughter. For a. full half hour they kept him at [t. He went Itirouah the whnlc repertolr« of cow- coy ditties from "I'm i lon« cowhand" to t h e plaintive "Empty saddles In th» old corral." Crowded agalnit Ui« ptanr. they wna with him. llk« « group of carefree children. ITo Bi Cor.llnati)

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