The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 30, 1951 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, July 30, 1951
Page 11
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1KJW&AY, TOLT _BLYrhi5Ta,LB. (ARK.) COUHTT5R NEWS Our Boarding House with Ma j. Hoople OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams ruejr LET'S AStcra EGAD MEM' A «IMPL&T i its' RCW>~WO* WHAT ?)!?> THE OLD K MATTER/ WrtV^/PACkto NftsflGATOR ft PURSUE WHKT- EtoCK iMTMeM EVER COURSE I''AM' PILOT HOUSE! -?HB wiwD is Aca SOUTH .u;-.^.»v -; ji/ri -*~ /v lft:3OR,) BLOvJlkJS?-^-^ COO^D > yr^^GO ? AtA.WrlW'5 THE ft TO THE RISHT, 1 NKER. « f;.A\\v\W^.r^C;>//Jaa PITCH ? f THATS SOOTH M -THP.M '- /gAFSO&TVj •! /W\ (*vi e><* MO, HE'LL BE UP Yp TH 1 REST OF THE H. NIGHT IF WE WAKE te HEREAFTER -OU KEY--AMPDOMT SPEAR ME WITH TKTT FIMSECNAIL FILF HIM Ktow/ WAIT-- \= JAAVBE I CAN PUSJCH A HOLE IN THE R3CkET WITH A FIMCERNAIL FILP HOW A WJvj CAM ' LET A KIP'S FOOT (SET W — HE WIND DIES DOWW.THE MMOE WILL POLISH SOME CHARITY STANOISH Maty took her lunch to school. Twa^ Meyer's Bread, snow white, Th» kiddies ganged around, and critd. Please give us all a. bitel" Shoe Repair Helps Y.u L»«k Your Best H-R LTGRS "^^'- ' :,MU€ SMO~ Z ' W M ft I M ST. Check Your Speedometer! H Wilt 8m Ion Mane; Ar» you sur« your speedometer re»d» correctly? It's no excuse for speeding. Come In tomorrow one d»y service lor all curs and truck*. T. I. SEAY MOTOR CO. Chrjaler-Pljmoath Dealer 121 K. Main Phone Z122 SUNDAI I'l'J Cllllm tOHtS • SUNMEJ k n QUIEK In HUTS . mis DAIRY QUEEN So. Highway 61 4 BY CHARLSS JUDAS J COPYRIGHT .951 §Y NEA SERVICE. INC. \VTHEN Charity Slandish ™ went West profound influence's were at work throughout the world. In Asia, J;>i>mi was Hexing mus- dos almost but not quite atrophied by centuries of isolation; in Europe Bismarck was putting the tinishinc touches on his triple alliance; in America the shrill elans/ins; of the Industrial Revolution was betfnnins to be heard above the whisper of the winds as they swept through tile rustling corn and tossing wheat of the prairies. She felt no inner compulsion to bring the influence of virtuous womanhood to bear on the vice- ladened frontier, or to grace a one-room «choolhouse from whence waves of culture might radiate to the uncouth. On the other hand, this callous indifference to a dedicated lite did not spring from a pre-election towards sin, f or though with her black eyes, dark brown hair, gamin's grin and female shape she was well enough endowed for a siren's career, the vision of herself as a dance hall vampire luring men to their destruction eluded her. She was not Interested in sin — or even men — very much: Charity was interested m hay fever. She went West because of hay fever. One day her doctor mentioned casually that accord- to reports drifting East people did not suffer from liay fever in the West, as they did in Ohio. ' ; New Mexico, the doctor, who knew as little about the West as about curing hay fever, suggested hopefully. From that point Charity was on her own. Neither physician nor hay fever offered the slightest hint as to just where in New Mexico it would be best to go. After ruthless elimination two places remained — Santa Fe and San Lorenzo. The names of both fascinated her. She could nol make up her mind which to choose until a newspaper article reprinted in the Cleveland paper finally turned the scale. The article was from the San Lorenzo Gazette: Th*r« I. > TTlnrtmlll rm Ihr Pln»» and If rrrlnin cHnrnr-lrrn return ID town 100 *iil,«1anltnh cltlxrnn »r SAn I.orrnzo aim f*» throw n parly • round tfcnr windmill. Hrmn .*tlc_ «V» will nr ine fill, n nd tnr wind- Mill will •« (aaf«fo.i1 T ox-oralee. The names of the "certain characters" followed. Besides such or- _thodox ones as Rattle-Snake Sam. One-Kyc Joe and Scarface Charlie there were others, fresher, more intriguing. Pancake Billy was mentioned, and Fly-Speck Al Halchel-Face Kit, Cold-Deck George, Jimmy- the- Duck and Wink-thc-Barbcr. It was really these names that did it. "If a girl must go West," Charity explained, "she misM as well see the interesting sights; and I'm sure that the windmill on the Plnzn with Cold-Deck George on one arm sort of balancing Pancake Billy or Wink-thc-Barbcr on the other would be an interesting sight." "You'd hint at the sight," replied her companion, whose unromantic name wns Ed Smith. But Ed was prejudiced. He did not want Charity to go West. He wanted her to stay home and marry him. he wanted to lake her for better or worse, including tile hay fever. "I love you," he declared, and added wistfully, "if you'd give yourself 3 chance you might love me." "It isn't me that won't give you a chance," Charity explained. "It's the hay fever Love can't be sandwiched In between sneezes, and a tickling nose makes romance ridiculous Until I get rid of my hay (ever 1 can't even think of love" n came here alone; today s l le brought That was August—hay fever time in Ohio. • • • QCTOBEK, in San Lorenzo's In- tJJan summer, Charity's nose did not tickle any more She sneezed only when she sniHed too eagerly at the pungent pinon ladenetl smoke that curled lazily or pufTed in sudden vigor from a oampfire. And she could think of love. Actually she thought of mtle else. Douglas Kent was the reason. Charity knew thnt there was a tradition in the West forbidding questions about a man's pnst. But in Ohio there was a tradition that if a girl was considering marrying a man she should know somelhing about him. 'Where is home and why did yoti leave i(?" she asked lightly. "Home is South Carolina. 1 was just a kid wfien the war came. But I was the only man left. With the help of my mother and a couple of old maid aunts and a few ex- slaves who stayed wilh us I ran the plantation." He paused as his mind turned reluctantly back to Ihose grim years that had imposed too heavy a burden on a hoy trained in an aristocratic tradition that prepared him for almost any hardships save those all too common ones, toil and sweat. Then, as he had schooled himself to do, he closed his mind's eye and laughed. "When my father and .the one of my three brothers who was still alive came home after the war I figured I'd done my share to save the old. plantation In '66 I !r>ft home. Been drifting ever since." Charity looked at him—well groomed, handsome, apparently carefree. "You don't look like a man who's been drifting 16 years," she said smiling. £JACK of San Lorenzo ros« the hills, nol high ihemselves but beyond Ihcm were ihe Sangre lie "risto, and beyond the S.lngre dc Cristo, the Jemez; at their Tool lay a valley. It was peaceful in the yellow sunlight when the Conquistadors came: il was still peaceful after Kearney's Americans passed through Us gap towards Santa Fc California and the new empire o the Southwest On the crest of om of these hiJJs was the loveliest spo Chanty had ever known. She oftel came there alone: today she tiac brought Douglas, He had protested lazily against the sliff climb. "A woman's whim," she told him; but now as he slipped his arm around her waist she knew il hod been more instinct than whim "I could settle down," he said. It was not until after she had promised to marry him that Charity resumed her catechism. "How ilo you muke a living?" "1 thought you knew." She smiled at his dismay. "Forgive me. I guess .I've been so busy falling in love I didn't have time to inquire."-"Maybe that was a mistake. I'm a gambler." WATERMELONS WHOLES - HALVES - SLICES As Low yCx Each on'* 3c Lb. Not Iced 4c Lb. Ice Cold Blythevillc Curb Market — 130 E. Mnin — fpHE distant mountainsides formed a backdrop of color- yellows and deep golds from aspen and willow, rich browns and rods from the scrub oalc. Charity stared across it and dreamed of a small Ohio town. Dust was thick in the street and hung heavy In the humid August air. Her nose- tickled, her eyes were red rimmed. But Ed Smilli beside her In a hammock that was hung between maples whose leaves, when the frost had painted them, would reduce the timid aspen to palid, trembling insignificance. Fxl had a rcspeclable Job He bought and sold hogs. She smiled tenderly at the memory of his earnest voice as he strove to tmpress her with his stature in the world: "It's a mighty fine business to be tn. Charity, though a man does have to keen his head and watch his step Amount of profit depends on the market, you know. Sort of a gamhle." "Slill the Wes< te different," Charily gasped. Douglas did not know what to make of her. nor was he reassured when she added: "It's belter for hay fever." However, be was content when she assured him that despite hts profession she would marry him. "Not rinht away, though," »he pleaded, "if I'm to be a gambler's wife I've got to learn something about the business." This shocked him a little. _ t "I'd know something about It If rf .you sold hogs, wouldn't [?'• she asked. Because he was too good gambler to crowd his luclt, Douglas let H go at that. <To He Continued) ;J W^ ^? v -,:-' "When | loosen the nuts, it won't cut, and if I tighten 'am, it s too hard to push-wish Dad was motor-minded!" FACE yt?fl'., FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS By MERRILL BLOSSEB The Sleuths PRISCILLA'S POP I OX810 MOKTOH HAS LAKO TH/fJKtflt, TtfA T?CTIV£ ffUMBO /WO Aw.flf/G ' ANYTHING HAPPEN Now we eon* SIT TIGHT TILL jusr HETPIES /so THE LAUGH FUNNY/ / ISNT ON U5.' LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT ME AND I MISSIMG- MECKLACE ( LETS JUST TALK iftOUT THEY'RE NO, EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO EAT WORKA-5! 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I...I SOtlA GO MOW- BUGS BUNNY ME OWES u?- THREE TOO PAG> HE COULDN'T HAVE UEFT A FEW MOMENTS. SOONER I *-l_&JKLlxLl_JfM Y. ^ * e BOUGHT/ y~/~, HKr -?, A Hnmnn Soldier ro^rar ? wYr^T 1 - 10 MA 5§~C> OOt-fT KNOW. OOO (-ONTAC I WITH A.LLEY ^ "• "~ ^~_. I DON'T RECKON HE IS.! OOZY..ISUT WHERC rilEHE'SONe, THE RE'5 ATHOUSIXND OK MORF NFAR oy, THEN WE MUST KEEP „_ HIM KROMMAKIN'A/IFHS FUSS.'ONE YAWP /Of ENS HIS FROM HIM SPELLS/ MOUTH TROUBLE i STICK ' SUMPIN IN IT' ..A.NDTHE PLACE WHERE ' ALLEV1S IS SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE,AT THE TIME OF THE ROMAN OCCUPATION 3TS AND HER BUDDIES BY EDGAR MARTIN

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