Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa on April 23, 1934 · Page 15
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Mason City, Iowa
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Monday, April 23, 1934
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MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE [THE OLD'HOME TOWN By STANLEY POOR. CH1UD YOUR PRM MUSTSTH-uee FOLKS TELL. ME AW, SSEI V/HAT HORTS A VWOI.E 'S THE FACT THAT I CANT PLAT 1 , CHAPTER 48- In the gloom tiiat followed the flash, Tlggle began to grope his way along the cliff base, stumbling over stones and plunging into pools, but making a. certain amount of progress until the next far-off flash revealed to him a long jagged wall of rock ahead, jutting out into the sea like a breakwater. It was not more than a hundred yards from Mm, and in the succeeding darkness he pur- .sued his difficult course, slipping here and tripping there, but still refusing to be dismayed even when one unseen obstacle flung him down headlong. Doggedly he picked himself up, aware that both his shina were badly cut, and struggled on through the pouring rain until he came into sharp contact with another rock that towered above him. He tried to find a way round it just as a great wave broke, and the next thing he knew was that he was waist-deep in water. He braced himself against the drag of it as it receded, but barely succeeded in keeping his feet. "The next one'll get me," he said aloud, and abandoned the attempt to skirt the opposing rock to place a greater distance between himself and the advancing sea. Th- next wave came, hurling itself w. *i a boom like the report of - a cannon against the rock and burst in a tremendous-sSower- 1 of ~spray tfiat covered Tigrgie, clinging like a limpet to the rough wall of his prison. Again the water rushed up, reaching his shoulders as it banged against the cliff and fell back. But for that precarious hold, he must have been washed away. The awful strength of it and the darkness shook him at last. "My God!" he cried into the howling night. "Help me to get out of this!" There came Immediately a gleam of lightning like the glare of a beacon held up to one in sore distress, and by it he aaw that he had reached the out-jutting wall of roc":, and if he could find foothold to climb it he might yet discover some cleft in which to hide himself. Knee-deep in water he felt for and eventually came upon a ledge, and with a great effort he dragged himself up on to it as the next wave broke in thunder. The water swirled around his feet and washed back again. Once more the lightning shone. There were cracks and crannies above him. Allowing for no mistakes, he might yet reach the top of the jagged wall, and, though drenched by the spray of every wave, yet lie in safety till the. tide went down. It was his only chance, and he began forthwith to make that last stupendous fight for life, knowing that one false move would precipitate him into the ever-deepening whirlpool below, there to be churned to death among the rocks. The lightning still flickered occasionally far away over the sea, but the intervals between were very dark. He crawled upwards, feeling right and left for every foothold, clinging with a fierce tenacity to every excrescence his hands encountered as the great waves shattered themselves in fury and gathered afresh to the attack. It was impossible to maintain that terrific effort for long at a time. Human endurance was unequal to a continuous contest of such immensity, and there were intervals immeasurable by time when he could only hang there grimly, half expecting to be washed away. Sometimes his feet slipped and scraped on the slimy rock and his gripping hands alone saved him; at others it seemed that whichever way he felt there was no further hold to be obtained. And once, after a terrific struggle, he found himself dropping 1 into a state that was al- most the stupor of exhaustion, which if It gained full possession could have but the one end. That scared him badly, and he resolved to allow himself no longer pauses than were barely necessary as he wormed his desperate way, upwards, sideways, obliquely, but never downwards, towards deliverance. The struggle must have been going on for a very long time and he was nearing his last spasmodic reserve of strength when he realized that the rain and wind had ceased, and a little later a paleness began to lift the gloom somewhat, until at length through a rift of cloud a rrhite moon shone down. He found that he had climbed to about the height of 30 feet, and the top of the wall of rock was but a bare 10 feet above him. Below, there was no beach visible, only a turmoil of seething water, the spray of which still cover-ed him with each successive v/ave. But he thought that these were less overwhelming in their onslaught and that renewed his waning courage He did not at first see how he could reach the top which was slightly overhanging, but eventually as the moonlight strengthened he spied a possible means of circumventing the difficulty. It was in fact his only remaining chance, for to hang there indefinitely was wholly out of the-~question. His weariness was such that inaction must inevitably induce sleep, and that was bound to be fatal. He decided upon the venture forthwith and began to feel his way along a seam in the rocky surface which gave some promise of foothold: It was such a task as he could not have attempted in the darkness, and when at a critical moment a cloud obscured the moon he went through the worst period of suspense that he had yet experienced, not daring to move hand or foot till the light shone again. But when it came, it was the most direct climbing he had yet achieved far too steep to have been negotiated in the darkness. Up and up, helped by that blessed stream of light that gave him confidence! And then came the feeling of a flat surface under his hands. He made one last superhuman effort. His feet scrambled and kicked nothingness. The whole strain wag on his arms. But it was the end of the struggle, and victory was within his grasp. He summoned the last ounce of his strength and hoisted himself into safety, sinking face downwards on the wet rock as he reached it and lying prone, barely conscious under the lashing spray, his feet still hanging over the depth that had so nearly swallowed him. When some measure of his normal powers returned to him. Tiggie drew his legs up under him and surveyed the scene. He realized at once that he was a prisoner on the most barren and exposed of rocks until the tide went down unless some help should be forthcoming--a possibility which seemed to him a most unlikely one. He was drenched to the skin and shivering, and his clothes were in rags. But the wind had dropped and the moon still shone, so he did not despair. In fact something of his usual philosophy gradually revived in him as he sat taking stock of his surroundings. He was at least out of reach of the tide, and the force of the waves was certainly lessening. He calculated that it might be five hours before he was able to return and he did not enjoy the prospect before him; but seeing no help for it, he looked about him for some more favored spot in which to spend the period of his captivity. The sky was steadily clearing, and though heavy clouds still hung on the horizon there was small chance of the storm returning that night. 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OF THE 0ROWNW6 Pt-WEP ON HIM, OEClPES To WH THB CHEST/ By BurtL Standish 0 v A Go .13, SLEEP-W/ ~7\ " BAY-E-E-B/! v YfeP\ AS "YA AVAY BE AT "WE FOTORE PRESIDENT OF THE WKT TXDVAtHlMK HE'LL ee DIFFERENT! A ( LoP-eARED Muggs McGinnis Campaign Stuff By Wally Bishop Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association, Inc.' . ^ Its WEDDING BELLS UL. cup CAKE -- EXPECr ME TO BELIEVE THAT A DETECT we Now -PUTS -l£sMORI?OVJ -- IM 'tHE MEANfiMElELL NO- .BOON -- VJE DOMf WANT OUR. KNOWN/ I CANT- YfS SE.CEE-f7 OH,PH1L, RE ALLS.' 'TELL ME NOTTWTI'M ASHAMED or rr-- DOSS jusr WANTS IT KEPT OuiET THATS ALL, See, Secret Service HES CHIEF TESTEI2. |N A K1SSPI2OOF By ' Paul Robinson This circumstance cheered him considerably, but the showers of spray that continued to douche him were hard to endure with equanimity, and now that the long and desperate exertion was over, he was beginning to be chilled to the bone. With chattering teeth, he searched the rough platform on which, he was huddled, and the frowning cliff face to which it gave access; but he searched in vain. Here was no possibility of shelter, and the flat space he had reached was too restricted for any form of exercise to be possible. "It's just a case of hanging on," he told himself, and closed the door of his mind to a most unwelcome wonder as to how long most people took to die of exposure. Yes, it was a case of hanging on. There was nothing else to be done. And he must remain awake. If he slept, he might easily roll off his narrow and slippery perch into the black depths below. He soon realized that this was going to be a task almost harder than the climb had been. For the. deadly coldness that gripped him was like a drug paralyzing all his senses. He found his attention wandering to trivial things and jerked it back again. He found his eyes, dazed with watching the heaving waters, beginning to close and blinked them open by sheer force of will. He found his hands, numbed of all feeling, lying powerless on each side of him, and flogged himself desperately with his arms until he was too spent to continue. "This is what shipwreck is like" he said to himself, and thought of Viola. Somehow she seemed very far away from him, so far as to be almost unreal. He did not think she would grieve very- deeply if he never returned, and he began to ask him- self over and over again, like a fool- lish child repeating an unanswerable question, why he had taken so much trouble after all. He had put up a tremendous fight, and all for what? If Viola did not want him, what had he done it for? Did he seriously want himself? He began to roll over, but instinct was not wholly dormant yet. It caught him as it were on the brink. He jerked back again and partly awoke. It was as if he had dragged at a chain. The moonlight danced in his half opened eyes. He raised his head with a vague movement. Something was holding him. What was it? (TO BE CONTINUED) George Patterson, King Palmer File Nomination Papers DBS MOINES, April 21. (JP-State Senator George Patterson of Burt Friday filed nomination papers with the secreta.ry of state for the republican nomination for lieutenant governor in the June primaries. G. S. Wooten (democrat) of Boone filed for state superintendent of public instruction; C. 0. Frazer (republican) of Council Bluffs for railroad commissioner; King R. Palmer (republican) of West Union and LeRoy S. Fisher (democrat) of Polk City for congress. You can say one thing for New Dealers. When they do something outlandish, it isn't to get votes. They're just being natural.--Wisconsin State Journal. Finney Is Arlington Acting Postmaster WASHINGTON, April 21.--Representative Biermann of Iowa announced today the appointment of Floyd Finney as acting postmaster at Arlington, Fayette county, Iowa. He succeeds William E. Anderson, whose term expires April 29. Rich men must be law-abiding. You never see any of them in jail.-Midwest Review. $OAH MlMSKUU* DEAR NOAH- Do THEY CAUU IT STCAVMBE15R.Y SHORTCAKE, BECAUSE ITS SHORT OF STRAW BE/SRiES 1" E.WEISS DEAR NOAH" WMEN THB TMEP.TRI? ORCHESTRA WAL-KED OUT - DID DRUM STICK.? DON s SMITH. DEAR.NOAH = IF SKINS WENT UP TO 31 A POUND, VJOUL.D ~WE COW HIDE? ^ BRICK BRADFORD IN THE CITY BENEATH TUB SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Graj AS THE TWO OPPOSING . ARMIES STARE IM SHOCKED SURPRISE AT THE FALLEN FIGURE OF THE INCA TUPAC HUAYNA, SHOT DOWN BY .7ANE, IAWJCOAMD BRICK RUSH TO THE RULER'S SIDE.' DWINE UNCLE.' YOU MUST NOT DIE.- OR AMARU IS LOST .' V, QUICKLY, MANCO -TAKE -me ROYAL RED FRINGE - MY HAND WEAKENS-THE WORLD GROWS DARK - I FALL- "| 7M^V, v /. M-13 THE KIMS, 1. ^' ^ VSJTHE. INCA.TUPAC IS DEAD.' n"WEKINGfJH HUAYNA K 15 DEAD.' /SU FALLEM WAIT, MEN OF AtAARU KING IS MOT DEAD ' MANCO YUPAMQUI NOW THE. KING

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