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Mason City, Iowa
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Saturday, January 30, 1943
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si-.vorsrs «A¥ STEVENS, ptnoiitble rouus vice «t HcClnre', department .lore trici"* T * rk ' '" U ktrseu «*«=«iy »'· JONATHAN (JAKE) Ktrr. blent cd ,,l- mitt, w»o h» telmtt alt froltalwnl w/tt*" *** b " n T " y MtKily DAVID BANNING. JR.. 33 veir old tmUtal t,t O,e concern. *lncc she first ·UBed t. work Ihfre. Her b«t Jrlen* i« ter cousin, * * * « . · · S*nla Barbara. n n David j, CHAPTER ,EIGHT r ; any com , lly Jackson said to Kay and David talking about her Santa Barbara view. "It speaks for itseff. You know, I think I love it here more every day. When we go to .New York every winter, I'm never really happy. I'm always longing to get back." Kay thought o£ her expensive apartment, with her extremely expensive view of the city. When she was in New York it seemed important to her. But she had given it Jittle thought since she had been away. It certainly wasn't part of her the way this breath-taking beauty apparently was part of ' "We'll have cocktails out here before dinner," Polly stated. "Now y° u 'd probably, like to rest a while. We dine late and don't dress. Don as cook tonight and it will all be most informal." . Kay's room was at the end of a wing a large room with the walls mostly windows, all done in pale yellow and a. blue-green that was the color of the sea. It made Kay feel young and dean. She tore off her traveling clothes, jumped into a tub- drenched with pine bath salt. When she got out she wrapped herself up in a white toweling dressing gown, which hung invitingly on a hook on the bathroom door. . There was a chaise longue at the end of the room, by the windows. Kay sank down on it, completely relaxed. She looked out at the trees, the tiny strip of lawn, the subdued flowers. Polly had been clever about the planting around this room. Realizing that the view ·ram the patio was too dramatic for steady doses, she had screened it with tall shrubs. The result wa so rcsttul that in live minute Kay was last asleep. A knock on the door woke lie up. "Come on in," she called ou lazily. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you,' Poly said, as she opened the door "David was getting impatient anc demanded a search."' Kay sat up quickly. "I hope . haven't kept you all waiting. I'l be dressed in five minutes. "There's no rush. I was all for let ting you sleep, but Don's dying to meet you, and David is definitely fidgety. I'll leave j-ou in peace while you dress. We'll all be out in the patio." Kay decided to wear a whit, sports dress she had picked up ii Hollywood. She brushed her hai hard, put on her pearls. They were the only piece of real jewelry she had brought with her. She didn' enjoy wearing them around. Bu her pearls were lovely ones, and i gave her pleasure to wear them. The sun had set, the three fig ures were barely discernible in the semi-darkness. The ends o their cigarets glowed, there was round of ice tinkling. The tap tap of Kay's high heels on the tile floor was a discordant sound Bu it brought David to his fee quickly. "There you are. Imagine wast ing time sleeping here." He wa in good spirits. He sounded gay in a new sort of way. He intro duced her to Don. All that Kaj could tell in that light was tha Don was short, inclined to be fat had a firm handclasp and an at tractive voice. He handed her drink. Kay took a taste and triet to figure out just what was in i "A specialty of-the house," Do announced as though he could rea her thoughts. "No one has eve succeeded in making one just lik it." "It's delicious," Kay said. "And famous from one end o the coast to the other/' David said pulling his chair up close to Kay's There was a rustle in the shrub by the house, giggles, whispers. "Yes, I know, mom," a smal voice piped. "But we want to sa good night to David" "You've done that already a SCOTTS SCRAP BOOk" By RJ. SCOTT · I VPRBftm, PHOSPHORIC OXIBI CM.C1UM OXIDE, ASH", Olt, !Hf«iEM, MAljHESI DAILY CROSSWORD ACROSS 1. Addition sign 5. Long cut 9. Mistake 10. Volume of maps 12. Dwarfish 13. Pillar of stone 14. Like a wing 15. Not ' working . 16. Indian of Mexico 20. By way of 23. Ventilate 24. Resort v 27. A list 29. Daisy 31.' Mark of a wound 32. Male red deer 33. Swollen 35. Balance 36. Land measures 37. Past 39. Male nickname 40. Spills 42. Sleeveless garment 45. Primitive chisel 49. Existent 51. Article of virtu 52. Racing horse 53. A fruit 54. Rational 55. Merriment DOWN' 1. An Apostle 2. American moth 3. Extreme 4. Pigpen 5. Fuel 6. Garret 7. Snow vehicle 8. Corridor 9. FriaV's title 11. Observe 17. Tool for roofing slate 1ft. Music note 19. Unit of · . work 20. A long view 21. Become liable to 22. U. S. president 24. A country gallant 25. Analyze gramtnatic- 26. Put up a poker stake 28. Silkworm 30. Exclamation 34. Any split pulse 35. Explosive report 38. Depart 40. Number 41. An oar 42. Crown 43. Expression of sorrow QEQQB anQBQ an gas QBO QCUZ] DI9Q DQ HEID QQQQ BDBB anra ISQ nam EDO an I-JO Yesterday'! Answer 46. Great Lake 47. Diyell 48. Digit 50. Before 44. Size of type 51. Gear tooth 40 3£ 3Z 46 CKi'PTOQUOTC-- A cryptogram quotation R W I G L K P W G C T L S W K C G W I G U I L S F E G C G L K X S O E L - G W S V ? -- G S F F H C E F . Yesterday's Cryptoquotc: HOKEST MEN' ARE THE SOFT EASY CUSHIONS ON WHICH KNAVES REPOSE AND FATTEN-- OTWAY. MASOiST CITY GLOBE-GAZETTE least three times." "This is really good night. The last one. We'll go to bod then Promise." They still didn't stir from the bushes. "I'm afraid it's my badly brought up boys. Miss Slovens," Polly explained. "They adore David, and whenever he's around they're perpetually under foot. He's been playing with them ever since lie got here." "Please let them come out. I'd love to see them." That was all the children needed. In a moment David had two little pajama-clad figures on his lap. "This is Miss Stevens," David announced formally. "She's pretty," said the smallest. "Is she your girl?" There was a slight awkward pause. David put an arm around each child. "I wish she were, Jack," was what he said. "Now, off you go." Polly said quickly. The children hugged David, kissed their mother and father, shyly approached Kay. She put her hands around their waists They felt =o little and soft, it -nade her heart stir strangely 'Good night," she said tenderly. "Good night, Miss Stevens." she leaned toward them, and they reached up and kissed her cheek. Then they scampered off. Kay was grateful for the darkness. David might have considered wet eyes sentimental. Don had a neat contraption rigged up for outdoor cooking. In a short time he had the fire glowing, the steaks spluttering, and they were all suddenly aware that they were starved. "We cut a meal down to bare essentials when we eat out like this," Polly said. "That's good," David said, with conviction. "If there's one thing that makes me mad, it's having a good steak ruined by sweet potatoes, six vegetables and all sorts of useless tripe." Don had been basting the steak with a barbecue sauce and (he smell was divine. "It's just aboul ready," he announced grandly. A maid had unobtrusively set a refectory table, and lighted candles protected by hurricane globes. "Sit anywhere," Polly told them Kay and David sat on one bench ; facing Polly and Don. There were bowls of zinnias at each end of the table, a huge wooden bowl of salad in the center. Don carved the steak, the maid brought in baskets of warm French bread, and they all fell to with undisguised ardor. Nobody made any attempt to keep conversation. going. "Goodness, I almost forgot," Don exclaimed, dashing into the house. He came bade carrying a bottle. "One of my last bottles ot good Burgundy," he said, fondly handling it. "Don't open it for us," Kay urged. "We don't see- David often. It's a real occasion when he's here." Both Don and Polly looked affectionately at David. "Real occasions call for real wine. Let's drink it while we still have it and can enjoy jl together." The cork came out with a reassuring pop, the red wine in the crystal glasses had a deep glow in the candlelight. The maid brought out fruit, cheese and crackers. "I must say you've done yourself B 2**D -*N? RO °M By GENE AHERN =.-3O AF7EH. /( GUN FIGHT WiTH TH= I V.'AS GIVEM AN EMERGENCY TRANSFUSION f A DHL!/.-, OF ' FREIGHT CAR RED PA1MT/--AUD EACH YEAR HOW! HAVE TO THIN IT CO.Vt) WITO AN INJECTION OF TURPENTINE/ BLOOD-COMOa, TERRY/-- ' TO DOrJATE, BUT THEY LINK., HERH, HAS BE5N ·ROUNDING-UP VOLUNTEERS/ I'LL TAKH ·YOU OVER. MONDAY. MODEST MAIDENS "Tell me, doctor, do you think it ·· mice?" STRICTLY PRIVATE" Tndaaric Piiit.ri-J U. S. Ptiat'OIict DEAR. IF TW /«MVS LOOWUS FDR GUVS TO GWE HEBO MEDALSTD fT OUGKR 6O TO A FSM CF THESE SWJCE VENS 04MXS... AID SfeE CF TVfe DW6S VK. GCTR OF DUTY, TW.. proud," David said to Kay. "Usually you're a disgrace, barely touch your food." "The' California air is different Everyone is hungry and healthy out here," Don said with pride. , "No California boasting now" said David wi(h a laugh. ' "I used lo think California boasting was a joke," said Kay "but I'm so crazy about it out SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1943 here that I'm in now." '"It's too bad you can't stay longer," Polly said. "David tells mC'.you're leaving for New York on Sunday." BKUGHS WANT TAYLOR HOLLYWOOD, Cal., (U.PJ--Rob- ert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck have tired of Taylor's family name which happens to be Brugh--and Spangler Arlington Brugh in full. They-have asked the- Superior court to legalize their screen names, with Miss Stanwyck's becoming Barbara Stanwyck T a l o ^IAS FAOBLEMj SAN PEDRO, Cal., (U.PJ--Pietro D. Carlo, baker, is facing a major war problem in his occupation. As a result of Secretary of Agriculture Wickard's order to bakers to i deliver «;n!y uncut bread, he says I he will never be able to meet the demands of his principal client-- hich haunens to be U "We'll be back soon, and stay longer," David said decisively, (To Be Continued) By FRANK ROBBINS HASN'T ANYONE §vea TOLD vcu [THSSe-5 A CMTAINLY.'BUT A2ENTT YOU HOW YOU Aowrrw«s WILL MOW PILOT THIS PLANE AS r SET THE FBBJNG YOU'Sffi VATC«O ? SCMfOHM MUGGS AND SKEETER By WAILY BISHOP -- AY, MLi3aS . v ^ OUGHT TO HEAR VVHAT "DRIP' CXJfiAN JUST TOLD ME!! ^ NOW SKEETER ,...DONT ^ PASS ON RUMORS!! J REMEMBER.THESE ARE \ WAR TlMES....;.K£Ef» QUIET 1 ABOUT vwrwr YOU HEAR;! ...TM. ASHAMED OF YOU.". OKAV,....IT'S CTOST aOMETHIN' HE SA.ID ABOUT YOOt! WAIT A. MINUTE!! THAT'S DIFFERENT*! S IS MY FAMILY. VS WE'RE AU. GLAD TC DAN, BETH, SUODV \= SEE YOU, COUSIN THIS \S YOUR 'fQQfAW*^ so WAT'S MARTIN'S HOUSEKEEPER! JUST A CHILD, i WONDER «= 1 THINK -tWLL FIND /AND IF "MERE'S IT COMroSZTABLE. / ANYTHING VOU wo RIGHT IN CODING: f --i--r-sv .1^1 ~--i-- OAKY DOAKS WHEN I MARK15JME,TOO{ I ^ O U SOON GET TKc MOGUL I 1 SWATHED BET' THE MOGUL GLIMPSEOP LIKES GIRLS THAT KNOW HOW D Kurr/ By PAUL ROBINSON FACS." ITS SONS ^J FTHET2ES " ] ANY80W OUTTHS^E earA FEHJNG SOMEONE BRICK BRADFORD By WILLIAM R1TT and CLARENCE GRAY ADVENTURES OF PATSY By CHARLES RAAB TO KEEP DOWH SUCH TERRIBLE FOR PARAGON, I DIONT HAVE ttOKTY BANKS UNDER - JtJ 5T WHEN WE GET RSAOY TO MEED HIM FOR. THE CMABACTBR. LSAO IH OUR HEXT GREAT PROOUCTIOH-: COLOSSAU GO AWAY, VAN _ MI»S PA.TSV FREBM AIR MUST GO A.NO GET FOR MY HCAOACHE!! DICKIE DARE By COULTON WAUGH j BUU-D PiMfy ; FIRE--IEit, ' YOU ABOUT WSfJOISO

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