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Mason City, Iowa
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Wednesday, May 9, 1934
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WEDNESDAY, MAY 9, 1934 MASON CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE THE OLD HOME TOWN By STANLEY ,,,, nv,n, c TMr . (WE'RE WILLING TO PAY AS HIGH «R. PROPIETOR \ 1 As .40 CENTS A PLATE .TOO / f=OR HERE'S THE MENU ) / ALUNCH OP C5MRIWP COCKTAIL ALA FOR OUR CLASS ( DEAUVILLE, BEEF BROTH NAPOLEOW, OF l 2 5 r l J!%? ION J \ ASSORTED RELISHES, FILET LUNCHEON / MIGNON. WALDORF SALAD, 5HERBET \ POTATOES JULIENNE WITH BUTTER STUFFED CELERY AND PF?OFIT AWD LOSS CAPADE /^RTHURSHUMWAY BEAD THIS FIRST: Sally Gwynne Ig headed Booth from Chicago to take A Job M secretary to a Florida mllllonnlre, John Hemble Froctor, at Dayton* Beach, sue spends her first night on the train. The next day she makes friends with a younfc man who Is silting opposite. lie- Is also Florida bound. (NOW CO ON WITH THE STOBI) CHAPTER 3 LUNCH TIME came quickly as they sat watching the southern countryside flow past. Thornwood L. Cavanaugh proved to be an interesting- and well informed guide. He pointed out scenes of Civil war engagements, tobacco fields, old landmarks, and prepared Sally for what lay ahead. "This afternoon we'll be in Chattanooga, Tenn.,'' he said. "Then you'll see the Tennessee river at famous old Moccasin bend, and Lookout mountain where the big battle was fought. 'The battle above the clouds.''' "And tonight," said Sally brightly, "we'll be in Atlanta, Ga., and tomorrow morning we'll wake up in Florida. "I can't imagine it. I'm really geting scared. I'm afraid Florida won't, be what I've been expecting." "It won't when you first see it," he agreed. "I'll never forget my first glimpse. I looked out and saw all those skinny yellow pines and the clumps of palmetto stretching over miles of flat, soggy land with the buzzards coasting above it and I was ready to take the next train home. But you soon get over that. Five minutes in the Jacksonville station and you'll begin to feel the real Florida." "I hope so, Sally said, sighing contentedly. "You seem to know all about it. Have you been there often?" "Just twice. Once, when I was a youngster and ran away from home one winter. I found that you can't lie under a palm tree with your mouth open and expect oranges to drop into it Then I went again dur- in the big real estate boom. I went down in '25. I felt I had to make my million like everybody else." "Did you make it?" "Like everybody else," he said dryly. "Oh, a few of the smart ones made it. But it's a grand old state to starve in, Florida. Once you go you can't stay away. They say--" "I know what they say," she interrupted. "They say that once you get the Florida sand in your shoes you'll always go hack--just like the lotus eaters." "You've been reading books." She nodded. "That's right, though. I don't know why I'm going now except that I felt it was time something happened to me and that's the pleasantest place I know of to have it happen." "Are you going into business?" "Business? Well, the newspaper business. I'm a reporter, one of those improvident gentlemen you're always seeing in the movies with his feet on somebody's desk." He looked thoughtfully out the window, becoming more serious. "I'm crazy I suppose. Always wanting to be somewhere else. I had a job. Not so hot, but a job and it fed me. I could have hung on till I worked into something better or bounced into another shop for more money, but no--not me. I had to be off--off for the sunny south. I quit yesterday, just like that, and bought a ticket to Jacksonville." "Then you're going to Jacksonville?" "To start with. I've a little in the sock and I'm going to start looking around. First, Jax, then down the east coast. If nothing turns up, I'll swing around and come up the west coast, St. Pete and Tampa, great towns both of them, and if nothing turns up at all, I can always slide out on a boat for New Orleans or somewhere.'' Sally's eyes were shining and she looked at him with frank, opsn- mouthed admiration. "I wish I were a man!" she exclaimed. He looked at her quizzically. "You're better off," he said. "You'll ·et along." "What makes you think so?" "I know so. You've got what it takes." "But all the travel and fun and adventure." "You don't seem to be at home with your knitting. How do you know what's ahead ? You may marry your old millionaire or his son, if he has one, and start around the world. Your private yacht may be wrecked in the South seas and you may discover a lagoon full of pearls and ukuleles." "You ought to write a book," Sally said jokingly. "That's what I tell myself," he said. "I'll write one about you. 'The Adventures of--' " And he began to chuckle. Sally looked at him quickly. A smile began to spread over her face. "I was just thinking," he said. "It's funny, but we don't really know each other's names yet. We know about everything else." "Then yours isn't Thornwood Laurance Cavanaugh?" she sighed. "I can change it to that, if you insist, but it happens to be Theodore L. Chandler." He grinned. "The kids in our block all call me Ted, ma'm." "What's the L. for? It isn't Laurance with a U?" "Nor any other way. That L., my child, is a dark secret that I guard with my life. You'll have to know me better than you do now before you know what that stands for." "I'll bet it's Lucius." He shook his head. "And you?" "Sally Gwynne. It used to be Sarah-Ann after my grandmother, but I soon fixed that." "You did nobly. I'm delighted, Miss Gwynne. I trust we shall spend many happy hours together," he said facetiously. "Nearly 24 more on this train," said Sally. She found herself wishing the trip were never going to end. "Twenty-four," he sighed heavily- Sitting out on the observation platform, they talked on into the dusk as the train sped steadily out of Tennessee and on down into Georgia, into the deep south. Sally was sure she never had seen anything so beautiful as the autumn dusk coming down to meet these blue hills. After dinner they went again to the observation platform and sat without talking, enjoying the soft coolness of the southern night. Ted smoked his pie and Sally watched him thoughtfully. "You know," she said, finally "the south isn't just a part of the country, is it? I don't knew if I can express it, but what I'm trying to say is that it's a kind of a romantic state of mind, too. It's something that closes in all around you and takes you into its arms." She gave a little laugh. "Oh, I can't express it," she apologized. Ted nodded solemnly. "You have, though," he agreed, puffing his pipe in contemplation. "It just takes you into its arms--" He looked quickly at Sally, leaning as if he was going to follow the example of the southerc night. Then he seemed to check himself. He got up, knocked the ashes out of his pipe and sat down again nervously. Sally sighed. Finally Ted spoke. "Listen. Sally, I think we ought to write to each other." "I'd love to. It won't be so strange down there." NEED MONEY? PINE WILL LOAN YOU On furniture, autos, personal -property or anything of value to persons who have steady employment. LOANS UP TO S300 Fay back in monthly installments LOANS MADE SAME DAY OF APPLICATION C. L. Pine Loan Company Of Mason Cily Second Hour Weir I'hone 224 Sister Stood Up By Les Forgrave High Pressure Pete Oh Yeah? George Swan Frank Merriwell at Yale Gangway, Everybody! Burt L. Standisb Muggs McGinnis Viva Americana By Wally Bishop Etta Kett The Law of Self Preservation By Paul Robinson .TWE- V*DBOWY« -SHE MO-STM'T_1 GET tWE. VDEPsT^fCT ©HKT UKES WERj. x'uu -SH.E.-XIO \T TV-»A,T -sue wE.'Sitf'r.ft, v? BERT TO NMT vve-s GOJAE ov*. i uu HOT DOESN'T-fU'-STOCK- DUMVS-BEIA. GO OM. I OOM'T VSAsVJT Tb VJA.YX ·STXCK. \T OOT .' \T WOULD STP\RT TO RPi\H THE. I PUT ON fW NE.U UNBRELLA 5HOPPE. I'A TICKLED TO OEWH TO 06NE Voo/ WZE TO PfilNCEToM, ..TUAS IS MAffl£.. / Q O T W S f^ANIC! AW \\IE.'LL po lOHEMWE. GET To 1'A\ MIOHTV D MET O MEN\ OUR CUUB WITH A MEDAL UKE. YfoU OUSKTA So * Foa VALOR M' ·SERVICE. VVrtlUE (H -2oSV4'. VA OU6U.T T'Be. PRoUD FATHER V/oM IT IM TB6. WAR? FAR. WITH 1H6AWG' t*o yo\\ VKR. OU'MAN r-f Mo rr Copyright. 1534, by Central Press Association," Inc. -TALK: ABOUT NERVE .' TM ·TlREO or'THAT'BIS C FOLLOYJINS ME APOUrtD flalLING HIS ^ ~ eur GEE , efl'A - I'M OFF NO COOWE CAN ANNOl AND QEf AVJAV VJ1TU IT -- NOT . I'M ,'fZ PHIL.NOURE A DEtECflMEV-- VJILL tou PLEASE A ·TrfrVpEST-- Alt HE DOES purs --IF i ONUS WASNT OFF I'D PINCH HIM W A Kef. I". S, O f T , copyright. 1934._Centra "Wouldn't you think we'd always known each other?" "That's the way I feel," she agreed. He reached over and put a long brown hand over Sally's small white one. Soon they were entering Atlanta. Ted prepared to stretch his legs on the platform. Atlanta. The name always had meant romance to Sally. When she had given her face a last inspection she hurried out to find Ted. Tall buildings rose on either side of the sunken station which was below the street level, not like Chicago's skyscrapers, but tall buildings nevertheless. The station was full of ringing noises above which came the solemn, low-pitched wail of a newsboy. She couldn't find Ted. Had he got lost or kidnaped? She wanted to laugh when she realized how silly these thoughts were. But it was a good feeling. It had been a long time since she had had anybody to worry about but herself. She found him safe on the train. She looked at him carefully; his face seemed to have changed. "Why--what's the matter, Ted?" she asked. "You look as if somebody had stolen your taffy apple." He smiled. "They better hadn't. I'll tell my big brother." His playfulness seemed forced. "I'd like to go out on the platform again," she said. "I like that night air. "All right," Ted said absently. Then he turned to her and parsed. "Sit down." he said. Smiling with good-humored perplexity, she sat down. "I've had some bart nfws for you, I'm afraid.' 1 he ."aid. "For me? Why--what's the matter?" He produced a copy of an Atlanta newspaper and banded it to her, pointing to a headline: JOHN KBMBLE PROCTOR DIES SUDDENLY AT HIS FLORIDA WINTER HOME Sally felt her stomach sink. She plunged quickly into the story. Ted leaned over and took her hand. "Don't let it get you down, Sally," he advised, softly. "I'll see what can be done." As she looked up gratefully into big anxious eyes, the tears started in her own. She tried to check them. (TO BE CONTINUED.) 20 Men at Marble Rock Work for Improving Park MARBLE ROCK, May 8.--About 20 men donated their services on Park day to setting out young walnut trees in the town park. The trees were donated by John Staudt, Jr.. from his farm east of town. The women of the town served a picnic dinner to the workers and to the high school band, which led the procession to the park. Many Towns Represented at C. E. Rally in Lakota LAKOTA, May 8.--A Christian Endeavor rally was held Sunday afternoon and evening at the Presbyterian church. Algona, Burt, Lonerock, LuVerne, Ledyard and Lakota were represented. BRICK BRADFORD IN THE C1TT BENEATH THE SEA By William Ritt and Clarence Gray, The record number of six candidates may be entered in the rector- ial election of Glasgow university, Glasgow, Scotland, when Compton Mackenzie returns next October. Many Present at Play. PROTIVIN, May 8.--A large crowd attended a comedy farce, "Aunt Jerusha on the War Path," in three acts. The play was presented in the Protivin gymnasium Friday. The cast included Elsie Hosek. Harold Clynch, Helen Koudelka, Henry Ronnie, Alert Johnson. The- Foss. Raymond Clynch. Maymc Koudelka. Mary Downs. Mis.s Gladys Clvnch was director. NOAH = WHAT . 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