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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 10

Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, January 23, 1943
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SVA-OFS1S BAT STEVENS, »tr so ii»bi e »reijd«il of McCJure's dtp: Jr - » «" DICK fcANDALL, Mslslint adrerlliln ua(«. She reminisces about io Uc »nd David llrst met. CHAPTER TWO KAY AND David still had din ner dates, but not often, six wanted to avoid gossip, or at leas that was her regular excuse. Now in David's office thev worked over the advertising plan all afternoon. Each buyer was called in, the samples examinee critically, the general effect they wished each ad to produce analyzed. David and Dick argued Dick lost his temper several times David remained calm and imperturbable. "How you can stand it is beyond me, Kay," Dick said, trying to smooth his hair with his fingers 'This exasperatingly even disposi- ,fi, Hc raust fiet mad sometimes.' Twice a year I go up to the top of the Empire State building late at night, and scream as hard as I can," David said tolerantly. D , icl J Pushed his notes into his pocket. "I'll be off now," he stated I have another couple of hours' work to do before I leave." The heavy door swung'shut silently. Up here everything wa noiseless, the typewriters, the floors, the heavily carpeted floors. Even the walls were sound-proof. It was a relief after the fierce noise and confusion and bustle of the selling floors. Kay reluctantly rose to go. "By the way, I met a friend of yours the other night," David mentioned casually. That happened often. Kay asked perfunctorily, "Who?" """·" . n ^V onath * n Kerr - Mur- had one of her musical raan ., The " he's come back, Kay thought. She hoped David couldn't hear her heart thumping. She put her papers neatly in manila folders Mrs. Stone's formal parties don t sound much Jikc Jake," she said. "A friend of his. Tony Gibbs brought him along. He wasn't even dressed in evening clothes, not t h a t t h a t seemed to bother him any. And he had to be practically dragged to the piano." "What did you think of his playing,"i she asked. "I thought it was brilliant." David s particular interest in music was the piano. "It seems incredible that he isn't giving con- "He's afraid it would tie him down too much." "Most people with a talent like that would want fame," David re- mni-ked. "Juke, it seems, prefers fun." She was trying hard to make her voice sound natural, "l knosv him very slightly. I'm certainly not qualified to know his opinions on music, ambition or anything David looked up at her curiously. "Sure you're not a victim of his fatal charm?" he asked "He seemed to have had a devastating effect on all the women at Muriel's." "I don't have any time to spare for fatal charm, David," she said a - j i tlle ° rfice ! ' a '«er hurriedly. She said good night to David s. secretary, chatted with some of the buyers in the elevator, smiled _at the harried sales clerks as she walked through the glove department to her office "I don't even like to admit it to myself" she tnought,- as she dictated a few last minute memos to her secretary, "but I'm not the one who doesn't have the time Oh Jake, Jake!" Kay took a taxi home It had turned hot quite suddenly, and scorching air lay heavily in the streets. She wanted to get out of t, to dine quietly on her terrace o cool her body and to calm her heart. She now had a penthouse on the upper east side, a comfort- awy large apartment high above he surrounding buildings, with a sweeping view of the river. Her father had indulged her mothers love of antiques, and fay had hated the idea o£ selling he most cherished pieces. So vnen she first came to New York, she took a small apartment and had the furniture sent n. Two days after she moved in at o clock in the morning, the door en rang. Kay woke up with a tart, threw a negligee over her SCOTT'S SCRAP BOOK By R.J. SCOTT DAILY CROSSWORD 5. Perfect 6. A creed 7. Tropical garment 9. Corrects 12. Indian M. Feminine title 17. Clip the edges of ACROSS l.-Shoe 4- Tear 7. Medieval story S. Notion 10. Sandarac tree 11. Tenure 12.Longrfor 13. Artist's « ? f n d TM 6 ~ - 15-Internation- 20.Dissimi- al lAnguage larity 16. Even (poet.) 22. Macaw 18. Moon 25. Perch goddess 27.Insect 19. Finish 21. Narrow inlet 23. Sum up 24. A shield 2B. Covered ·with grass ; 28. A fruit J30. Cuckoo ; 31. Sloping timber of roof ?34.Atax 37. Mexican tree .38. Flap 40. Born .41. Roman emperor 43. Area around tooth 45. Close to 46. Put forth effort 48. Trips 50. Set of boxes 51. Ripped 52. Sour 53. Units of work 54. Large worm 55. Cereal grass 3. Life's work 29. Obtain 4. Ceremony 3 1. Ola Teutonic character 32. Word blindness 33. Tattered cloth 35,'Gains- knowledge 38. Permits 39. Dairy product 42. Sachet powder 44. Like waste land 3BBSHO C QQD HDCJ HE51QQB BQQG) HCBBP VcJltrdmj 1 . Aniiru 47. Old WOOl weights 4». Forqe onward DOWN\ 1. Turkish coin 2. Century plant m. MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE CKYFr'OQPO*E-A cryptogram quotation ' '"" R F H E K C O T X L K P V B A V S T C C T O T Q D T S O T C C V T B O P X E X c H X K C C K K T X -- H. V R N K L X F. Yesterday'* Cryptoquote: SUCCESS THE MARKrmwrmTAT wrr. OR SUREST HAND. CAN ALWAYS IOT_BUTLER! nightgown, stumbled to the door There stood Anna, who had been a maid in the Stevens family since before Kay was born. "Now, I'm coming in and I'm going to stay," she said sternly Her gray hair was parted neatly in the middle; her face shone from soap and water scrubbing. Her navy blue dress came down to her ankles, and the immaculate white collar had been pinned high up around her neck. "Anna, whatever are you doing here?' Kay had asked, fighting back the tears. Anna was all the family she had left now. She was a blessed sight. "You can't do housework. Why child, you've nevcr.cven boiled an egg." Kay started to speak, but Anna had interrupted her, pushing her aside and walking into the living room. "Oh, I know you "?,? n afr ° rtj me '" she wen t on. Well, I don't care about the money. You didn't think I was £ ?'"f, to Iet you work all day arid then start messing around at night with pots and carpet sween- ers, did you?" They had both cried then their arms around each other. Anna opened the door for her now. Kay, carried a latch key but Anna was ' always ready at' the . "Your tub is drawn, there's a cold drink on your dressing (able and Miss Page wants you to call her, she informed Kay. Anna w .° sn ,t S'ven to easy smiles. She didn t smile now. Gruff ways hid her kind heart from many people. Henrietta Page was Kay's cou- sin, but their families rarely m each other back home. In fact th first time Het called her up i New YorU, Kay couldn't even re member who she was. "Henrietta Page?" she had re peated the name. It meant noth ing to her. "I'm not surprised you can place me. The last time we sa\ each other you were about fiv years old, and lo o k»d like a chin doll in a pleated pink silk dress. Kay did remember then. A hug tomboy who had dared her t climb a tree, and who had pur posely fallen in the swimmin pool with all her clothes on. Now she was living in a Green wich Village , studio, doing som painting, befr/ending and moth ermg dozens o£ foot-loose, would be artists. Kay had met Jak down there. Het gave supper parties every Friday night. Kay hadn't known what to expect the first time. Sh and the taxi driver had troubli even finding the place. A strang. red-haired boy flung open th door in answer to her li m ji knock, greeted her with a cheer ful "Hello, beautiful, you're toe dressed up." And before Kay baa time to stop him, lie had taken a smudged smock off an easel anc slipped it over her dinner dress Het had been across the room stirring something in a huge kettle on an old'coaf stove. The smell was divine. Her corn-colored hair was wrapped around her head in a braid. Her blue linen dress matched her eyes. There were at least 30 peopl BOARD ANDROOM B7GENEAi«RN I THINK. TVOGUN TEES.Y \S A f.OST EXTRAWDNKY CHAP/ THE TALES HE TELLS MS OF HIS GUM-FIGHTS V/ITH OUTLAW RUFFIANS WOULD A\AKE A THRJLUNG BOCKL MEAN TO SAY YOU BELIEVE THE HOKE HE TELLS "rOU IS BONDED STUFF ?-WHY, THOSE 'BEELERBOYS* OF HIS JUST RIDE THERAl#3E ABOVE HIS EYEBKOWS/ TERKf USED TO OWK A SHOOTING- GALLER.Y AND INHALED TOO MUCH 22 SMOKE / Sfc *W f 'HANGKNOT' IS REALLY 'RED ROCK/ U-UNCTIOM '!l ^ 4T ?S@2M MODEST MAIDENS SATURDAY, JANUARY 23, 19*3 .he room, all talking at once. Kay sat quietly in a corner of the sofa ite two helpings of stew with dumplings and-five slices of Het's famous home-made bread. More than she'had eaten in years. Kay had first spotted Jake laughing with Het. He was taller ihaii most men and his lanky figure had an easy, almost feline srace. His ready smile showed good white teeth. When'he came over and sat down beside her, she noticed that his eyes were gray and that he had beautiful hands. They hadn't talked long. And she hadn't been able to remember afterwards what they had talked about. Sh? did remember, thou°h the way her pulse had quickened when he had casually put his hand on her arm. ORDER OF WOLVES A HIT FORT ORD, Cal., ( post which has the honor of having launched the nation-wide armed-service order of the Benevolent and Protective Order of the Wolves of the World, is being petitioned by women from all over the world, including Alaska, India Hawaii, Africa and the United btates, to be permitted to organize ltle customary ladies' auxiliary The object of the wolves is to prowl for dates and it is presumed the auxiliary members would like to do the same. Chinese wooden furniture is invariably carved with intricate patterns. / BUT \ou tee', n- ·S NOT 40 eAS* TO KILL A 6ES1MAN FLYta/ NOW.4INCE I AIM WOUNSEO, YOU WILL TAKE ME BAC* TO AW All? BASE **- MUGGS AND SKEETER Buy War Savings Bonds and Stamps from your Globe-Gazette carrier boy. --By FRANK ROBBINS BIG SISTER -By WALLY BISHOP AKY DOAKS "Delben's trying to win enough to take me out. "STRICTLY PRIVATE" u. S. Punt OO« * * · *^M^WT] k ^. DEAR «3fe:- ' I -1M.TON6 TOQETMliRlELTDW^. UPMWJka BW6ES lMSIt*5 Of XKnnMS..VAlL\M5 1(4 TWS I AW. ASTlWb WT SHt SWJES UP THE SOOS9C mns WSNrSEMTDTV£gKIEAiV.y Wtt- BSy"5nppLE' ETTA KETT- By LES FORGRAVE NEWSPAPER-MEM; EXCITEMENT? P1RE BELIEVE I'tC'SO ALONG. A LAO W4O ^- · 1 CSkN Op A THING OF X /*T} I THAT SOI X C i -' k -V ««B By R .B. FULLER SLKKIUS BHOKEHTHS HAVE VA LOST VB? HEAD''/ WHY DDWTOM GOME TH' DOOR/V BSTSUJSRK POOR HAP .ABOUND jJKD ATttCKWt? UHAKMEDI4EN SWDED-- ALL EUlESASEOSf AS OUR HERO COMES TEffillK TDEVEH CPTHESTCSS- By PAUL ROBINSON DONflCIDMS.THAT LONSOlSTANCE IS I THOUGHT HE WAS in BRICK BRADFORD- KEEP CWT Of SIGHT.' THE EMEMV MUST By WILLIAM RITT ond CLARENCE GRAY ADVENTURES OF PATSY ; A STORM OF STONES COULD SWEEP 7HO5E TOY SOLDIERS OF BRADFORD'S - OFF YOU WAIL' WE. MADKlV FINISMED WITH THIS LAUNDRY UNIT, AH' LEFT OUR TOOLS IH SIDE 1. V/HATS THIS?? DICKIE DARE- I'VE PLAYEO HAMLET BUT THE NEVEd PENNED O H . HOW . . , TA.TTERS I CAN«OT APPEAR. WITHOUT A SH1RT_AHO AS MATTER.S STAND I CANNOT WITH By CHARLES RAAB .I SHOW yot/tvwr MVJ WSNDISO EES UKE! -By COULTON WAUGH

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