Mt. Vernon Register-News from Mt Vernon, Illinois • Page 15

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1948 rue REGISTER-NEWS MT. VERNON, ILLINOIS The Register News Daily Magazine Page BLONDIE BY CHIC YOUNG "fc tnlaiit VndKilt. fwotJ 'Jj? BUGS BUNNY ftUSVLE ME BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY BLOSSER THANKS, AND HERE'S A Diwe FOR SUCH AM FROM A SMACKER, DOWN TO) TEN PITIFUL PENCE is THAT INFLATION OR." TME BUCK WAS DEFLATIONARy- BUTjusr WAIT TILL WE To Buy S0METHIN6- WITH TME DIME' WE'LL GET TWO LARGE GLASSES OF AiNT KONOMICS WONDERFUL'. OUR BOARDING HOUSE With MAJOR HOOPLE 15 LI'L ABNER BY AL CAPP YOU 50 YEARS AGO TODAY The first, snowfall of the season began shortly after 10 o'clock yesterday and continued without interruption the rest of the day. A reception will be held at the First Baptist church next week in honor of Dr.

A. W. Claxon, the newly elected pastor of the congregation, 35 YEARS AGO TODAY Pearl Williams and Mrs. Minnie Rnymond wore married in Belleville yesterday. Stanley Watson is spending the Thanksgiving holiday with his parents.

Ho is a law student at Bloomington. SO YEARS AGO TODAY Wounded in action, lying in a shell hole all day and picked up in the evening was the experience of Lt. Richard Ratllff of Jefferson county, Oct. 14. 25 YEARS AGO TODAY Reports are current that the plans for the building of the big hotel in Mt.

Vernon are tem- pororarily abandoned until spring. The first car load of coal from the Nason mine was shipped this morning. 20 YEARS AGO TODAY Miss Letitia Ward of Champaign who is spending the Thanksgiving vacation here, was hostess at a dinner party at the Country Club Thursday evening. Mt. Vernon's Orange and Black grid team wont down in defeat before Ccntralia in the annual Turkey Day battle when tralia scored two touchdowns.

15 Yearn ago Today Mrs. W. L. Pitt man and daughter, Margaret, spent yesterday in McLeansboro, where they attended the funeral of Dial. H.

V. Hill has returned from a busine.ss visit in Decatur. Miss Lulu Whitlock is spending Thanksgiving with her parents in Texico. 10 YEARS AGO TODAY Mary Luceilla Floyd, wife of John Floyd of Salinas, died Tuesday evening at 7:30 o'clock' at Mt. Vernon Hospital.

Mr. and Mrs. J. T. Livingston and son, J.

and Elmer Butler are spending tod.ay in St. Louis. The condition of Mi.ss Ruth McWhirter of Salem, who is a patient at Mt. Vernon Hospital, as a result of injuries suffered in an automobile accident here Thanksgiving in which one was killed, and three others seriously in.jured, is reported unchanged today. 5 YEARS AGO Jarret McCowon, prominent Wallonville farmer, orchard- ist and insurance agent, died suddenly this morning at Presbyterian Hospital in Chicago.

He was 76 years of age. Pvt. "Dude" Koontz, son of Mr. and Mrs. F.

O. Koontz, spent the weekend in Mt. Vernon. Pvt. Koontz is stationed at Camp Ellis.

111., with an engineer group. Will V. B. Bogan, brother of the late J. Frank Bogan, former city editor of The Register-News, died yesterday at his homo in Joliot, He was 83 years old la.st March.

The average pas.scngor automobile in the United States travels 8300 miles annually, while a truck averages 11,000 miles. Mike Ike ARE HERE COME IN AND SEE THEM SUTTON'S HATCHERY EGAD, THie OLD SCOTLAhJD YARD DISGUISE IS OMLV TEMPORARY CANi RAviSE TO KEEP MUSCULAR MRS. UNA8R5LLA OOT OP MY RlBS OUT OUR WAY BY WILLIAMS MA, COME INHERE A MINUTE WHEN: HE WAS LITTLE I ONUV HAD TO IROM OUT TH' PLEATS IM A SHEET OR TWO OF THE MEWS- PAPERS-NOW WITH HIS SIX-FOOT-TWO AND A BIG CITY 5UNPAV PAPER, I HAVE A eiGSER WEEK'S IRONIWO THAN WHY MOTHERS 6ET GRAV Oklahoma Crow Pilfers the Mail By Atioelalid Prciit TONKAWA, Nov. Tonkawa's case of the missing letters has been solved. Delivered letters twice were found on the town's streets.

Each was unopened. Then postman Paul Walker reported tiiey were flying. With assistance, that Is. A third letter was being stolen when he solved the case. "That crow," he said, "Just pulled that letter out of that mail box and started flying away Children outgrow their shoes every one to six months until they are 16, according to foot specialists.

WE THE WOMEN By RUTH MILLETT The socrclary who doesn't realize that it's important for her to niiiUo a good imprcB on the boss's wife often finds hor.self lo a job and wondering why. Itrre, then, are a few rules for gotiing along with the boss's boss; OiiP. Be businesslike on the tclcphonp. be critical of you if your voice cooes or your is fli 'I'wo. Treat Mrs.

Employer like a Very Ipiportant Per.son. If hdv husband is loo busy to speak to licr, explain a.s.sure her that he'll call right back. See llial he does, too, DHKS.S CVREFULI-Y Throe. While it is important to dress in a manner the boss linrLs pleasing, it is also ant to dress in a manner that is in quite enough good taste to get by with the boss's wife. Four.

Don't discuss your personal life with the It will got Imck to his wife, and she may resent your being on such confidential terms with him. Five. Don't act too chummy with the bo.ss when his wife stops by the office. That's the time to be strictly business. If you should be tempted to hoot at those suggestions and tell "After all I'm not working for her," remember this: If she doesn't approve of you may not be working for him for long.

Iron ranges of Minnesota wore estimated to liavc produced 63,000,000 tons of ore during 1947. BY IRISH 1 TPHE sun wai bright, the sky was blue, the time was May; Now Orleans was heaven, and heaven must have been only another New Orleans, it couldn't have been any better. In his bachelor quarters on SL Charles Street, Louis Durand was getting dressed. Not for the tlrsi lime that day, for the sun was already high and he'd been up and about for hours; but for the great event of that day. This wasn't lust a day.

this was the day of all days. A day that comes lust once to a man, and now had come to him. It had come late, but It had come. It was now. It was today.

He wasn't young any more. Others didn't tell him this, ho told himself this. He wasn't old, as men go. But for such a thing as this, he wasn't too young any more. Thirty-seven, On the wail there was a calendar, the first four leaves peeled back to bare the At top center, this was Inscribed May.

Then on each side of this, in slanted, shadow-casting, heavily numerals, the year-date was gratuitously given the beholder: 1880. Below, within their little boxed squares, the first 10 numerals had been stroked oft with load pencil. About the twentieth, this time In red crayon, a heavy circle, a bull's-eye, had been traced. On the bureau, before which he stood using his hairbrush, lay a packet letters and a daguerreotype. He put down his brush, and, pausing for a moment in his preparations, took them up one by one and hurriedly glanced through each.

The first bore the letterhead: "The Friendly Correspondence Society of St. Louis, Mean Association (or Ladies and Gentlemen of High Character," and began in a fine masculine hand: Dear Sir: In reply io your inrjuiry we are pleased to forward to you Ihi- name and address of one of our members, and If you will address voursctf to her In person, we feel sure a mutually salisfaclory correspondence may be engaged The next was in an even finer hand, this time feminine: "My dear Mr. And signed: "Y'rs most sincerely, Miss J. Ru.s- scll." The next: "Dear Mr. Durand; Sincerely, Miss Julia liusscU." The ncrxt: "Dear Durand; Your sincere friend, Julia And then: "Dear Louis: Your sincere friend, Julia." And then: "Dear Louis: Your sincere Julia." And then: "Louis, dear: Your Julia." And finally: "Louis, my beloved: Your own impatient Julia." There was a postscript to this one: "Will the eighteenth never come? I count the hours for the boat to sail!" IJE put them in order again, patted them tenderly, fondly, into symmetry.

He put them into his inside coat pocket, the one thai went over his heart. He took up, now, the small stifiT- backed daguerreotype and lockeri at it long and raptly. The subject not young. She was not an old woman, certainly, but she was equally certainly no longer a girl. She was not beautiful.

She could be called attractive, for she was attractive to him, and attractiveness lies in the eyes of the beholder. Her dark hair was gathered at the back of the head in a psyche- knot, and a of it, coaxed the other way, fell over her fore- liead in a fringe, a.s the fa.shion hud been for some considerable lim- now. So thje was ths bargain he had Copyright by Williom by NEA SERVICE, INC. He took up the small stUT-backed daguerreotype and looked at It. The subject was not young.

She was not beautiful. She could be called attractive. ThU then was the bargain he had made with love. midc with love, taking what he could in sudden desperate husto, f(jr fear of getting nothing at all. If he'd met someone in a restaurant jiiiil Or even he'd met someone pas.sinK on the But he didn't.

His eye fell, instead, on an ad- in new.spapcr. A St, afJvtjrtir.cmcnt in a New Orleans newspaper. His contemplation ended. The rjiund of caniafiC whocl.s stopping ijomcwhcre just outside caused him to insert the likeness into his nioncy-lokl, and pocket that. He out to the second-story ve- and looked down.

A coloicd man was coming into the inner eomtyard. "What Uiok you long? Did you me a coach?" Durand down to him. hcic wailing for you now." You finish up the packing, 'i'om, see lliat my lhing.s get over lo the new house. And don't lo ijive the keys back to Madame 'J'cllicr before you leave." drove down Sl. Louis Slroet.

Durand sat forward on the edge of llic iicat, IKJIII hands topping his and the upper part of his body supported by it. Suddenly he Icmicd slill further forward. "That one," he exclaimed, point- excitedly. "That one right "Tlio new one, cunncl?" the foachiniin marveled admiringly. "I'm building it myself," Durand let Inm V.nu\w with an atavistic burst boyish pride.

Then, as the cai riage pulled up in front, "You'll have to wait for me. I'm going do.vn to meet the boat from here, later on." "Yessuh, liike your time, ncl," the coachman grinned. "A man got to look at his house." There was a place indicated by pencil marks on the white-painted of the front door whore knocker was to be aflixcd, but this was not yet in position. Sioriiing to raise hand to the porta! himself, possibly under the convielion that it was not lilting for a man to have to knock at the doer of his own lie tried the found it unlocked, and entered, There the inside the distinctive and not unpleasant in this case aroma a new house has, of freshlV planed wood, the astringent turpentine in paint, window and several other less identifiablei ingredients, A virginal staircase rose at back of the hall floor above. "Who's that down there?" a woman's voice called hollowly through the empty spaces.

He came to the foot of the stairs, "Oh, it you, Mr. Lou. 'Bout ready for you now, I reckon." The gnarled face of an elderly colored woman, topped by a dust- kerchief tied was peering down over the upstairs guardrail. "How is it up there?" "Coming along." He launched into an uncxpectea little run that carried him at a sprightly pace up the stairs. "I want to see the bedroom, mainly," he announced, brushing by her.

"What bridegroom don't?" she chuckled. He stopped in the looked back at her rebukingly. "On account of the wallpaper," he took pains to qualify. He went over to the wall, traced his lingers along it, as though the fiowers were tactile, instead of just visual. "It looks even better up, don't you think?" "Right pretty," she agreed.

"It was the closest I could geL They had to send all the wFiy toi New York for it. See I asked her what her favorite kind was, without telling her why I wanttjd tO; know." Ha fumbled in his pocket, took out a letter, and scanned it' carefully. He finally located the passage be wanted, underscored it with his finger, for bedroom I like pink, but not too; bright a pink, with small blue Qowers like forget-me-nots." He refolded the letter cocked his head at the walls. Aunt Sarah was giving only perfunctory "I got a paf.sel of work to do yet. If you'll Mr.

Lou, I wish you'd get out thej way." i He left the room, and went back' down to the waiting carriage. "To the Canal Street Pier," he 1 sighed with blissful anticipation, "to meet the boat from St. Louis." 1 (To Be Continued).