The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on November 13, 1950 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, November 13, 1950
Page 11
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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1990 Our Boording House with Moj. Hoople "THOSE ARE OUR keYS Success.' ANVOME ); WANT COFFEE OM OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams «Li-i-HEVii,LB (ARK.)' COURIER. MEWS FOR SALE Concrete culverts, 12 Inch to 43 Inch, plain or reenforced. Also Concrete Building Blocks cheaper than lumber for barns, ?hicken houses, pump nouses, tenant nouses, tool sheds. We deliver. Call us for free estimate. OSCEOLA TIL! & CULVERT CO. WE BUY NO SELL USED & NEW FURNITURE PHONE 2112 FARM LOANS REALTORS"™^ Phone 2751 what did YOU do wrthyour JTou can jet an extra pair of shoes for winter at home Just by kltini your shoe service «>»n ~do oTtr" jour vacation thorn. Grt an Eitrm' Pair Throagh Shoe Repair. H-flLT€RS quITY SHO€ SHOpI Zl W. M a I N ST I Concrete Culvert Tile Sliej op to 36 in. Corrugated Metal Culverts Sim up to 8< In. Aatomatic Flood Gates Concrete Septic Tanks Metal Septic Tanks Sewer Tile ' S«t Prices H' e Deliver A. H, WEBB Highway 61 at Stale Line Phone 714 HAIRY VETCH Balboa Rye, Barley and Seed Wheat. For fall Planting Bl.vtheville Soybean Corp. 1800 West Main Blythevilte Phone 5g5« TIIK STOHVi Tklrc»e« .olal,r. l.riini t*r I'nolflc wur rfaLfxr lk«-» • '*• dentl Mhi. H thry And Ibru- •<•!"» In Ikrlr k,,-,r co«.. SKI. Kddlr K»i»lru_<. Joi I. •MAkr-x frit-ndx with Ihr d»K Dultr l"rMH*"f* """ •""*' '" -1J"'lt'« '•«« whTlV^.w' """" ""•"•""»»•'"." »«* M tTAniti anri £ddlc IN ••«KI«- 1« kelp h*r vvht-M the In 4r»w»lHg. VI J^DDIE would perhaps have i contemplated indefinitely the drowning girl's spiritual perfection, revealed now only to himself, if her body had not turned aver and then slowly started to rise. To add to the confusion Duke was in (he way when Margie Lou rose and one of his paddling paws .struck her on the shoulder and . I forced her down a second or so I: longer. Duke thought it was all a game and he was barking appreciation as Eddie's and Margie Lou's heads finally appeared on the surface. Eddie would gladly,have wrung the dog's neck and was about to iorder him to b« quiet when he 'was struck .by what, for Eddie," was a very brilliant idea. "fetch it, Duke!" his. master -commanded as he pointed to Margie Lou's hair. She was going down again when Duke finally got the idea. He got behind -her and clamped one of her braids in his paws. ~->As. soon as he-.was sure that Duke had a good grip Eddie headed for the beach shouting, "Come on, Duke! Fetch it!" Attracted by Eddie's shouts the rest of the squad hurried over toward the part of the beach where the dog was towing the girl. When Duke had pulled her into shallow water, which was all that he could do, they gathered around her in curious pity. "Stand back a little," Eddie ordered. "Give her a chance to breathe." "The trouble is she isn't breathing," Joe College pointed out. ''She's drowndcd!" said Jake Snydcr. "Poor kid." "Needs artificial respiration," Joe continued. "Can you do it?" Eddie asked. "Sure. Get her out on the sand there." Eddie reached over to pick Margie Lou up, forgetting his earlier failure to lift anything. To his surprise he was able to slip a hand under her shoulders and under her knees and her from the water. He stepped ashore and deposited her carefully on the dry sand. He turned to the others who were still in the water. "Okay, Joe," he said. "Go to it." "Go to what?" "Artificial what-you-call-it." "I said we got to get her out first." Joe was pointing down to the water. Margie Lou's body lay there exactly where Duke had dragged it. • • • DDIE looked back at the beach. She was there, too, where he had placed here But before his eyes she disappeared. There was slight film of mist there, that was all. 'She's breathing a little," Joe said. "We got to get her out." They tried all together. But nothing happened. Duke danced around barking excitedly. "Coming up, fella!" A voice over by the road attracted their attention. A man was getting out of i battered convertible coupe. He came loathe water's edge on the nin. "What's wrong here?" he asked Eddie tried to tell him but the other paid no attention. The newcomer went on talking to the dog. "It's lucky 1 heard you barking, fella, or I'd have gone right by." He slopped into the water, getting hi* shoes and th« bottoms of his trousers wet. The stranger picked her up easily. "Still alive, I think. And » very (asty armful, too, If 1 do say It." On the dry sand he placed her face down with her head toward the lake—Ihe beach sloped a little that way—and straddled her Ihighs in approved prone-pressure fashion. "You keep barking, fella," he said as he began the rhythmic ritual of revival. "We may need more help.V JJE was such a bulky hulk of a man that he made the girl's body look like that of a fragile doll which might break' in two' every time (hat he leaned forward to apply pressure. Not that he was fat.-.exactly: it was more that he was thick. His neck was almost as wide as his head and his arms and legs were like trunks of trees. Eddie was taller and so were all the others but this man had power written all over him. tremendous power like a huge dynamo. It was in his face, too. There was a concentration of energy in his eyes which were not spaced quite far enough apart. He wore sport clothes, brogues light gray slacks that were on the zoot order, a blue crew-neck- jersey shirt and a loafer co«t with a panel or brown-green plaid in front and cream-colored gabardine for the back and sleeves. No hat. But curly chestnut hair. "Probably what the well-dressed 4-F is wearing this year." suggested Joe. "How come this guy ain't totin 1 machine gun in New Guinea some place. He could do it with one hand and drag a coupla field kitchens n*th the other." "Probably an e s s e n 11 a 1 war worker," Joe informed him. , "A woman could replace him," Jake argued. . ; " : "But not with his consent until the war is over, I'll bet." "Have a heart, you guys," Eddie pleaded. 'This poor girl may be dead." "Wefl,- said Jake, "what's so v^rong with that? We u'c/.iln't (To Be Continued) • Christmas Cards Unusual Greeting Cards sold exclusively to each customer POPULAR PRICED Special selection Business and Social Use GIFT WRAPPINGS Complete Assortments ' Priced Only lOc up Samuel F. Norris Stationers-Office Oatntten Printers' Across from.City Hall Dr. Lindquist CHIROPRACTOR Phone 3170 fila Chickasawba KEROSENE & FUEL OIL Dial 4091 or 740 SHEET METAL WORK——' OF ALL KINDS Custom work for gins, alfalfa mills, oil mills. Custom Shearing up to 1/4 inch thickness. Frank Simmons Tin Shop 117 South Broadway Phone 2651 ARGUS CAMERAS Were }mt Imn appointed 70Dr etcluitrt ajtency In Blytherlllc for Arm C.mrrm. S« our complru .election, lneladln| the famed Ann Cl and Artollex. Come in today. BARNEY'S DRUG West Main phone 3647 Shirley Hipp rOUR FRIENDLY lAGNOLIA DEALER RED © SPOT tU , DB C MIRRORS— GLASS FOR FURNITURE Awnings— Venetian Blinds — Auto Glass AUSTIN & WICKER Phone B2ri7 _ 112 S. First - . . .Then you turn right at this joint and stay on this artery till you come to Firth Street . andf yoM ere right at GENERAL CONTRACT PURCHASE CORPORATION. That', th. pt to 90 for all types of loons." oce COTJ. mo «Y MA MIIVIC1. IHC. T. M. mo. u. ». MT. Of f. i knew I *houldn't hav« taken Professor Throckley's courie—*e starts me to thinking so much it takes m. all day to get back to normal!" Back in Strldt ' I'RISCI.I.A'S !>()!' ,..^u HOW YXI WOWED AMD iveo TO Lose THOSE to «x*os / Shining Proof BY AL VERMEER VIC FLINT ...TMEV HAVE CLEAN THUMBS Where's Switcher BY MICHABLO'MALLBY and RALPH )UT AT CAPTAIN BASY I'LL STK4KJSLE HIM WTTM H» OWN NEC*T*/ Too Suspicious BY LESLIE TURNER BUGS BUNNY SWELL! DUNMO WHY V0U WAWTEP MV HELP, (kNVWfty. I,., HO PUBLICITY MAU..HWI6 NO INFLUENCE IkJ HOLLYWOOD, OR-HMA«! MW&P BECfttlsei'M USSOCIWfD 1KITH I'ractice Mukcs I'erfect IT'S VEK SPAGHETTI, CICERO, BUT IT DON'T TASTE HALF t*=, GOOP WITHOUT SAUCE/ AI.LEY OOP Oonl.i Wauls In IT LOOKS LIKE OUR. TROUBLES ARE OVERI SCHEME TO FINANCE HIS ROCKET EXPEDITION HITS , THE JACKPOTS BY V. T. HAMLIN THAT'S RIGHT! i"" , -,\ MISSED OUTON I WE?) YOUR TRIP TO THE MOON...BUT I'M NOT COINS TO MISS THIS ONE; That's If BY EDGAR MARTIN JitW.V OOW'T CAT ViVW

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