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The Mason City Globe-Gazette from Mason City, Iowa · Page 17

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TUESDAY, MAY 8. 193T MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY 'AUI.OW NO INTERRUPTION A3 YOU COMCBMt^ATtt ON PHASE O" PUTTING STROKE-J- PLACC HANDS--- OH, 1M SORB HEL.V. BE TICKUEO .TO « E1 - P YOU FIX YOUR KITES HE HASH 1 * A THINS TO co TODAY: Big Sister It's an 111 Wind By Les Forgrave SCAPADE -ARTHUR SH'JMWAY Sally Gwyime Is headed sooth from Chicago to lake a job as .ecirtarsr «o a Ftorldtt mllUnimlrt. John Kemble I'roc or, at Dny- tona B«.*. She si-cmls her flirt nllht «" the train, (NOW GO ON WITH IUE SIOBY) CHAPTER 2. Due to her excitement and the strangeness of her sleeping place, Sally awoke early. Faint light was coming in through the little window as she leaned forward lazily to look out The train was now in the country surely enough, hut just where Sally could not tell until she saw a broad tranquil river ahead. It nad to be the Ohio. That meant, she realized excitedly, that they were about to leave officially the north and the romantic region below the Mason-Dixon line. . Sally drew back and contemplated rising. She remembered Thornwood Laurence Cavanaugh of the striped pajamas, so, opening tne curtain a little, she looked across at his berth. His curtains were drawn and there was no sign of Me But elsewhere in the car some of her fellow passengers were getting up Sally wondered what they looked like and decided to find out. She slipped into her negligee and got out her toilet things. ' She did her hair and made up more carefully than she had in days, then slipped into the little brown 9port suit she had brought4° wear " on the train. Looking at herself in the mirror, truant yellow hair above the brown suit, jaunty face smiling tack .she knew immediately that n Thornwood L. Cavanaugh ever would approve of her, it would be this morning. And then she remembered the pajamas. Thornwood L,. indeed! ,, . . Watching the autumn Kentucky farm land flow by, she ate her ·rapefruit There would be plenty of Grapefruit in Florida. The trees would he full of them. It seemed silly, almost, but they would, and oranges and cumquats and things. The observation car was a pieas- ant place. So far it was meagerly populated. A few men, all of them middle-aged or elderly, and very married looking, sat smoking cigar- ets and cigars and reading magazines and the morning papers. All of them looked up at Sally, but she looked straight ahead and chose a seat near the platform door. She opened the magazine and started to read a Somerset Maugham story about Englishmen in Java. It was so interesting that she soon forgot to keep looking about the car and out at the Kentucky countryside. The first she knew that someone was sitting beside her was she caught a strong draft of his pipe and gave a little cough. She looked up involuntarily and found that the young man he- side her was looking at her. "I'm awfully sorry," he said apologetically. ' "There must be a draft, that carries the smoke your way." He leaned down to knock the pipe out into an ash tray. "No never mind," Sally said. · "Please don't, really. I like the smell of a pipe. It. was just sort of sudden and made me cough." She was studying the young man quickly. He was rather tall, had a lean face a little like Gary Cooper's, except not so stem, and he had dark curly hair, parted high on the left side. Sally felt weak. It wasn't, it couldn't be, Thornwood L. Cav- · anaugh. That would be too perfect to find him here, briar pipe, Gary ': Cooperish face, soft, pleasant voice · and all. Then she realized that the · picture was not perfect; this young · man wore a gray flannel, not a tweed suit, and his accent was much like her own, not at all English. She looked down at his shoes, .though, and saw that they were Scotch- grain brogues. High Pressure Pete Tough on Pete George Swan "No I'll put the incinerator ait he said. "I've had my money's worth out of this pipeful anyway. That's why it's so fragrant. That rare old tannery bouquet, you know." Sally smiled. Then, suddenly, she noticed that the magazine on his lap was the same issue as her own He must have noticed it, too, for he smiled at her. "Talk about a coincidence," he said. "We're reading the same story." "I thought so," Sally laughea. ' I like it, too; don't you?" "You bet. One of my fair-haired lads, old Willie Somerset." "I'd love to go to Java some time," Sally said. "I guess Florida is as near as I'll ever get." "Florida? Then you're going all the way down, too? Which side?" "On the east side." "So'm I, the east coast." "I'm going to Daytona Beach. Have you ever been there?" "Once for a little while." "This is my first trip." "Really?" he said, surprised. "Why, I had figured you out on your way down to your winter home in Palm Beach to join the folks." "I wish I were," she said. "Say, you're the girl across the aisle, aren't you?" She stared at him. She couldnt help it. Pajamas! "Yes," she said. "What made yon think so?" . "I don't know. I just knew is all. You had that girl across the aisle look. I was trying to picture last night what you'd look like. I was right, too, a little bit." "Isn't that funny?" Sally said. "But go on. How do you mean a little bit'?" "Well I had you doped out as a blond all right, but I figured you'd be tall and kind of austere." Sally laughed. "But now you re disappointed." "Who said I was?" "Ob well that's different. Don t laugh so loud you'll disturb all these I old fossils in the car and I'll tell you something funny. Do you know what I think your name is? He shook his head, grinning. "Thornwood Laurance Cavanaugh with a TJ in the Laurance instead He cocked his head and looked at her quizzically. "All that?" "Absolutely. I had you pictured as an Englishman--from your kitbag and I saw the initials. You look sort of like I thought, though, only for one thing--" "'What's that?" he demanded quickly. "Maybe I can rectify my deficiency." . Sally looked at him admomsh- ingly "You do wear the most gosh- awfui red-and-pink pajamas," she Thornwood Laurance laughed. "Aren't they honeys? They were my roommate's and they were all he had in the drawer when I left, the low, suspicious, conniving cheapskate and him a man with a Midas- like plentitude of pajamas, the best and most elaborately pajamed hack in Chicago." "You don't know how you you ve relieved me." "Think nothing of it. But I still don't see how I deserve all these names--Thornapple Laurance Cavanaugh or whatever it is." "T L C Your initials. I saw them on the bag and pictured you as an Englishman who looked like Gar,- Cooper. You do a little. "Ah. madam, had I his bucks. "But you do. And I said, His. name is Thornapple-I mean Thornwood Laurance Cavanaugh with a u instead of a W. He's just back from the tropics in India and he's -wandering the face of the earth trying to forget his lost love. He's on his Frank Merriwell at Yale A Sad Awakening By Burt L. Standish Muggs McGinnis First--Or Worst- Aid By Wally Bishop Etta Kelt In Business for Himself By Paul Robinson A.NVVMAV BE'HTi. JUST l_\YC£vra2.. VAAYBe- VOOCAN SOt-AB . CA.WT NOU DO -VVXWT f ·SHB 'OO BOT" N\(XR.CU T _X^ !rr\--·%-,* EW.^»lfc??2 Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association. In:. SHOUUO HE. 1 HE. O V D N ' l GET SORE- VOHEN VOU CBU.BD HIM Pi PUOP GUV V O \ N N \ N PE.TE.-~ S"OU RFRNO TD TE.UU THF\T TO H\S THE.RS \iNlY NO 3 : _ - .... VaE 00VS,THE.Y LEFT TH\5 (5 fuwwj l IT IS TIME KlQ \ T'AV TfeoUBUE. 'H - T I^EEO A. _ . B A G O' IF VoU'LU S£T AMY Q\l THIMG THAT WoRKS -rvjiu- OoJjTTTT . HEBE- VA ARE I'D HAVE Kl a BACK S»MEPC- eefnM' v -me House'. Copyright, 1934, by Central Press Association. In ju sr -Co SEE TV\WT \ou VIELL IF IF I^T OLD SLEUTH ,' ^° ^HAtS -THE IDEA I GOT HIM OUT NOW TO SUPOME(2,"TO BAB'S HOT LUCK; ." i GOT THAT JOB OF DETECTNE- BAOC f DONf You VJOULG BE A 8cN TO 'GINE UP OTHE.I2- BOY FfilENDS / NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU t on furniture, autos, personal property or anything of valne to persons who have steady employment. __ -- LOANS UP TO SSOO """ Pay back In monthly Installments LOANS MADE SAiME DAY OF APPUCAT10N C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason City v.-y to Florida to fish."' The young man laughed. And the old men looked over the tops of their papers. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "Honestly. And I don't mean to insult you at all The funny thing is that you're a-most half right. Thornwood Laurance--" and he shook his head and laughed. "Then I wasn't wrong?" she demanded, grinning at him. "Well you were right about wandering the earth. I never have been snywhere long enough for the mailman to get really used to my name on the box. As for the lost loves, I've lost several. In fact, I've never won any of them." "I ::new you'd smoke a briar pipe and r:ear brogues." "Lady, you have second sight. Let me be your manager. I'll make a yogi or something out of you and we'' 1 tour the country. You'll be the maklr-n- of me." "How else was I right?" Sally asked. , ., "Well, I'm on my way to Florida --and to fish in a way. But not for the scaly kind. Mine are flat and long -d green." . : "I understand you perfectly.] We're both fishermen." "You? Not you!" "I'm on my way to start work as the private secretary of a perfectly gocd old millionaire named John Kemble Proctor." "Black Jack Proctor? The dickens you say'-Boy, what I haven't heard about that apple." "He's the apple," Sally said with a little nod. "Great. Gee, that's great." the voung man said. He hunched the chair closer. "I thought you were i an heiress or something and you d have me thrown off the train f o r ) mashing." "You weren't mashing." "Lot you know about it. I suppose you think the smoke from my pipe drifted your way by accident?" Sally's lips parted and she tried to look angry but succeeded only in looking charmingly silly. "You'd better have lunch with rne," he smiled, "at your own expense. You never know what kind of fiends in human form will try to take you into their clutches in a dining car." "No" she said meekly, giving him a sidelong look, "No, you never do." (TO BE CONTINUED) Benson, Kenneth Scanlon, Edwon Gerdes, Arthus Willis, Vernon Paulson Harlan Sorenson, Lloyd Griggs, Cleola Helland, Nodia Paulson, Clemens Willis, Marriara Nelson and Helen Griggs. The play is under the direction of Mrs. Margaret Barrett. 8th Grocery Store Opens. LAKE MILLS. May 7.--Grim- stveifs Cash Grocery, Jacob Grim- stviet, proprietor, had its opening Friday. This is the eighth grocery store in town. The New Bakery, operated by Mr. George Lehman of Iowa. Falls, also opened. BRICK BRADFORD *£££·£?**. By William Ritt and Clarence Charles Cityan Given Liquor Count Sentence CHARLES CITY, May 7.--Judge T. A. Beardmore Saturday sentenced Fred Nelson to serve 90 days in jail and pay a fine of §300 for operating a liquor nuisance. Nelson was arrested last June but his case was continued so he could work on relief projects to support his fam- ilv. Crystal Lake Seniors Will Give Play May 11 CRYSTAL LAKE. May 1.--The senior class play, "You're the Doctor," will be given Friday night, May 11, in the high school gymnasium with Opal Monson playing the leading role as Vclma, the ownei of the asylum, while Edgar Reed takes the leading part of Bob Morrison, a happy-go-lucky. Other members of the cast are: Vernal COLA,,TWit THIS MAID TO THE - PALAC- IT is i IHCAMAHCQ'SOEDtR..'^ t VUOUV, -I'LL BE AFTER I'VE FOUMO "/(O.K V M/\WCO.' {( LET'S 60.' A HiOME CAW MOO) R£COGMI"Z-E US I'LL TAKE ALOM OUR. GARMENTS.' CHANCE TO DISGUISE GUARD VJIL.L SOUMD AW " NOAK= SAJCUUD CAL.L. 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