The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on May 22, 1954 · Page 7
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SATURDAY, MAY 22, 1954 BLYTHEVTLLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS PAGE 8EVEM OUR BOARDING HOUSE - with Major Hooplc By J. R. Williams OUT OUR WAY A SPUTSAGK, 5IX CANS' OF DO6 ' EvERYOJG WHXT S OF TH£M .ROLLEP HAPPENED?) UJPEfc A LOW-&LUN6 AUTOMOBILE/ YES, BUT WOULDN'T. ALAS/ THE SCORE I'VE MADE 6O THE CITY <50LF T0URNEV 16 UNi- y,^/ c ,-<- T , IC r 6ELISVABLV ATROCIOUS- I FBELM f,!^/ J LlK= HANGING UP MY NlOAK'6 BEASD I'LL TO TK£ LAST KAWPAKT/ '& POTT5,6UCED LOST 5, BUSHES, WATER HEROES ARE MADE-MOT BORXI i!S» "-i.** S* . *'**• AND SUPPOSE YOU COULDN'T GET ANYBODY TO HELP THEM? (F NEED BE, I'D SHELTER THEN BEIMEATM TH'>S VERY f^ / TDD HEACD HIM • FOLK3 —SO JUST MAKE YOURSELF AT AFTER ALL. THE NJAME- OF MC6QOSEY HAS ALWAYS STOOD POR HOSPITALITY AND , GENEROSITY/ POP, IF A FAMILY PASSING THROUGH 1 NOTIFY SHAOYSID& RAN j Ti-IF OUTTA MONEY AND I PROPER WAS HLJM6RY AND |AUTHORIT1ES HOMELESS, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? 19W b T NEA Surrio*. UK. T. H. **f- V. ft. Pat. I R ICKY MADISON, 16, sat at the Dellville Drug soda fountain, slowly sipping a soda through a straw. His elbows rested on the counter, his palms supporting- end hiding—his thin bro^u face. "Come on, Rick," Link Aller ..ordered harshly. "We ain't got :«M day." - Ricky spoke without lifting his inouth from the straw. "I told Jjrou I wasn't going." ^ "Aaaaaa .'. ." Link lifted his (fist as though to hit Ricky in Disgust, but merely pushed his . straight black hair back from bis narrow, sullen face. Chub Turner punched Ricky's Varm playfully. He was a round•faced, pink-cheeked fat boy. ^bon't be crazy," he coaxed. "Everybody wants to go swim- iming on a hot day like this. It's Siuman nature." "You guys can go," Ricky said without turning. "You don't need «ne." Chub began pacing up and [down. Link stood staring at j&icky's back as though he Nvanted to attack him. Jerry t£ong, a well-knit, handsome boy twith wavy reddish-brown hair, stood by the door talking to the lour girte who were going. Big Sherm Lucas was the only one •who took no part in the argu- Iment As usual his husky body twas perched on a counter stool [as he lost himself in following >tbe plot of a comic-book story. Jerry left the girls'and went Ito Ricky's side. "Ride with me, ifiick," he said quietly. Ricky spun around on the fetool, his brown eyes hot with U»nupr. "T don't want to ride with anybody " he yelled. "Can't you get that through your thick .'-leads? Why don't you leave me - -alone? If I want to go swimming I can get there by myself!" The fellows wer silent. They knew what was wrong with •Ricky, but there wasn't anything they could do to help. They understood, and they didn't mind. Ricky looked toward the girls. Everyone had asked him to go swimming but Sharon Bruce. The one person he would have said yes to. She stood .by the door dressed in white shorts and a white T-shirt, carrying a white towel. Her arms and legs were tanned dusky by the sun, her hair was light brown, her wide eyes, gray-green. There, was a sprinkle of light freckles across the tip of her small straight nose, her teeth were white and even, .-iher lower lip soft and full. Ricky •would do anything for her she . asked. But she never asked. The ' way she acted, it was as though he didn't exist. She looked over 'him, around him, through him. « iBut never at him. It drove, him rwild. ., /' . "Rick," Link Aller said slowly. ' wanting his words to hurt, "if you want a car of your own so ' Shad, why don't you buy one? "My folks won't . . ." Ricky «aid defensively. "Do what I did," Link challenged, moving closer to Ricky. - "'When I wanted a car I just said ••ll was going to have one. My 'old man said I couldn't have it. So I told him if 1 couldn't have one at home, I'd leave home, find a job and buy one anyway. He didn't want me to leave, so i got the car." L INK walked out and the others followed. Jerry paused at Ricky's side a moment, as though to ask Ricky one more to ride along, but the look on RicKy s ' face made him change his mind. "See you later, Rick." he said, «nd went on. "Yeah," Ricky answered bitterly. The screen door banged closed after them. Ricky turned and Dut hU head in his hands, Us- I. » . ••- « i m* «*•* «•* lilMM __^^_ by Henry Gregor Felsen ^Copyright T953 by Henry Gregor Felsen- Printed by arrangement wiA tto publishers. Random House, Inc Distributed by NEA Service "Rick," Link Aller said, wanting his words to hart, If yo« a car of yonr own so bad, why don't yo* boy one?" slam, and then, one by one the motors started. He knew them by heart. They all carried straight pipes, but there was a difference in the way each motor sounded, a difference that was under the deep, powerful roar. He listened, riding with them as they backed away from the curb, turned, and thundered away toward the lake without him. Now he was sorry he hadn't gone. He'd hung around with Link and Chub and Jerry and Sb.erm since they'd been in kindergarten, but there was no sense kidding himself. It was different now. They had their own rods, and he—had his bike. He found what he wanted and carried it back to where he had been sitting. It was a magazine about sports cars. Ricky's heart almost burst with longing as he looked at the lucky people who posed in their Jaguars, Cunninghams, Nash Healeys, Lancias, Allards and Ferraris. Someday, with his own hands he would design and build that car. A car that would shame anything Detroit ever turned out, that would make other custom jobs look sick. * * * HPHE screen door at the front -*- of the drugstore squeaked as it was pulled open. Ricky looked up quickly, with hope that they had come back for him. It was only Arnie VanZuuk, the fat old man who had been Dellville's police force for 30 years. Fat, good-natured Arnie, with his tremendous belly, his square face, and the clear blue eyes that looked out through ridiculously tiny rimless glasses. Shiny blue pants, a gray shirt open at the neck and soaked dark with sweat, a blue police cap that perched on top of his head, and, almost hidden by the overhang of his huge belly, his belt and gun. "Hot," he said hoarsely. There was no complaint in his voice. He said it like news. ' . "It's good weather for corn," Ricky said, suddenly angry. "That's all you hear every time it gets too hot for people. You'd think there wasn't anybody else in Iowa but farmers." Arnie reached across the counter, got a glass, and filled it with carbonated water. "Everybody gone to swim?" Ricky nodded, "Lucky young people," Arnie sighed. "You don't go to swim?" "No car," Ricky said. "You could ride with the others." looked at tb« floor. "A guy can't be a car suck aH 1b« time." N "It shouldn't be hard on a day like this," Arnie said chuckling. "One of these days," Ricky said grimly, Tin getting me a car of my own. I've got the money." Arnie took off his police cap and wiped his forehead. "Your -papa will let you have a car? I don't think so, Ricky." The moment the words were out Arnie felt like kicking himself. He saw Ricky wince, and the stubborn, defiant look that came into his eyes. "Maybe I won't ask him," Ricky said. * * * T^ELLVILLE was built around a square. Around the square were the usual stores. The drug store, the hardware store, the dime store, the combination city hall and jail, the clothing store. the movie house. On a corner, the small red bank where his father worked. The front door of the bank opened and Ricky, emerging from the drugstore, saw his father come out on his way home to lunch. Ricky started toward him, meeting him halfway and, turning, fell in step with his father. They walked on a bit in silence. "Sure is hot," Mr. Madison said again. "I'd think you'd be swimming on a day like this. I saw your friends driving out toward the lake. Didn't you want to go along?" "Who wouldn't?** "Why didn't you go? You didn't have a fight with them or anything, did you?" "No. There wasn't any fight They asked me to go along." "I'm glad they did. Why didn't you go?" Ricky lifted his head -for a moment and then looked down again. "I didn't have any way to get there." "But they . . - Now look here, Ricky, there's no sense going into a tantrum because you can't have a car. That's all you're doing, acting like this." "Why can't I have a car?" Ricky burst out "We've gone over that before, First of all, you don't need a car. Secondly, you're caving your money for college. And thirdly, I don't think you should have a car. It's too dangerou*. When boys your age buy old cart and soup them up, somebody get* killed sooner or later. I think too much of you to let you kill yourself in some foolish, needless accident" Political Announcement The Courier News is authorized to announce the following candidate for the Preferential Primary July 27. For State Representative MiMiMippi County H. H. (Buddy) Howard HEADQUARTERS FOR PLAY EQUIPMENT Swings, Slides, Sand Boxes and Monkey Climbs Hubbard Hardware 707 W. ChlckasawDa TV - RADIO SERVICE More Than 20 Years Training and Experience. Factory Service Guarantee on All Makes. Blytheville Sales Co. \ Felix Carney, Mgr. 109 E. Main Ph. 3-3616 FARMERS: We are now offering the most complete Spray Program ever offered in Blytheville, We have a complete line of Niagara Chemicals for cotton, beans, gardens, flowers, alfalfa, wheat or any crop that needs spraying or dusting. Also Sprayers or Dusters for any make of tractor. We also arrange plane spraying or dusting. We carry a complete line of parts for all Sprayers or Dusters. You will save money by figuring with us on your spraying or dusting jobs. Remember, you can get service at our place DAY or NIGHT. HARDY SALES AND SERVICE 70S Clear Lake Ave. Ph. 3-6978 NEED PAINT? We can Save You Money Pittsburg Standard Outside White 3.49 Smbrite Outside White 1.95 Atoo In Pastel Shade* ROSE SALES CO 501 S. 21 St. T. M. A»|. 0. 8. »•«?, Off.' 1 r A n •Copr. 1954 by NBA »«rvlc«. Ins. 3 • •* •* ' -Your father is talking about a year'a leave of absence to roam the woods—we'll take him on a picnic and Ht'H never mention it. acrain!" "Three guesses who Just came inl /THE BOY WAS A, PtZOBLEM.. SHA V BiGPC'OBLEAA NAMED ( PUDGE HEMKE/MAVBE I ICANHtLPHM/ ^^' "| i i^ NOU'CE UOWfc NOW, BILLV/TUEEt 'S NO PLACE LIKE IT, AS TWE OLDSOM6SXNS...AMD NC30DY IKE NOUC NEXT TUNE YOU WANE A. PEOBLEto TAKE IT TO HEP/ I PICKED HM UP ON THE . WAYNE. HE WAS HITCHHIKING. 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