Franklin County Tribune from Union, Missouri • Page 6

THI FIAKXUW CCUMTY TillUKX, UMICH MZ2WL WPS ha anattatneed a one-third Repair parts for 1MI were 190 UuufectUT of tm nauMavary Marries Ikrr.rf and I averaged IS percent of 1N0. Vilb nide Nero Mrs. Ursa Maddox and Mrs. Joe Burton attended the Eastern Star meeting in Union. Tuesday night Mr.

and Mrs. Jitnmle May were nolin towug MILLER y.w.u. rtTpmt wg? seekers joar list percent of 1940 production Send cartonw to your friend in the Service all the on NU4 MUU The Incraaae In lh product Ion of trac-tart, tractor anountad iraptemants, combines, harness hardware, and hand Baaia. twdlltm tar manufacture, of new titofhinary and epansrrt tar win be approximately percent of the pro duction for 1M0. Production of re pair parts will be 190 percent of the a lint mtmlmtoni in 1940.

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Hi lar aeniaa to Weetd War I aad eeetttaaajaaat tar 4,401 anaaMn. taMaae laewt.taWaetelea tet aa auteW alaiaV ee aS la latMega Talkies. Ul shopping In Washington Saturday. Ralney Pendelton of Jefferson City visited his sister, Mrs. Jess Jergens, and husband last week.

Young and old enjoyed the sleigh riding Saturday night and most all day Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Skornia and family and Edward Skornia attended the funeral of their uncle, Charles Skornia, which was held af Owensville Saturday. Mrs.

John Rector and daughter, June Lee, and Miss Mary Ann Wilkins were shopping in Union Saturday. Miss Elfrieda Sieve spent Thursday afternoon with Regina Skornia. xLenoaJuiw at to relieve PHOTIC PAKS Back If Thia Recipe Fails Money Qaotfi atwt lraalt Ian aiany of the thou sand at totttt who now take lemoa li lor rheumatic pain hue found thai addlne io UeleaDooniiiii of Allenru to Ubkuipoontul of Lemon Juice In a tlaaa at water, the eel faater relief for the eehea and palas aaaaed by rheuaiaUua. huabaf e. no aurpriav eiuicr, lor Allenru ia a it rear eia formula to relieve rheumatic achei and palm.

In feet If it does not help TOUT mane back. Wbat could be fairer? Oel Allenru today at any live drugf tat Ontf So cents De slow. L9 V3 L3C I Cigarette of Qua fty nreumpnw TV'Jfc I ill ,0 Carr Talknaa. nnl aetroteum gtncr oa bit way to lob In Mode seta ukiH tMa, be ki etva a rid a Meaa Lae aUeoo. Tbajr have accident, and Gary la aarlaualy av am la ate IUtvm i a at tea, a watt.

TM iirnna ai nearly made what Maeoa tearse that h't aen-in-laat, Oliver Kanaall. hat made It atctatary lot Mat to lay a afc Una Iruat tha neighboring kwa IB treat la gat wtttt (or power. Mara B-oyMa turna aa la tha term af Cam fall. BUI Great, ae taaa a eaoca alam Carjr tad Melt Me Tha due wai not a conepicu-ous tuccett (or Gary. Ha bad, at the latt minute, raahly ipent moat of hit money tor.

a white suit and some shoes; he had escorted Adelaide looking criap and smart and altogether adorable in a pale yellow dance frock and little gold slippers. "You look like a daffodil." he admired her. "Well, thank goodaeti for discerning man," ska sighed, spreading her wide fluff of skirt carefully. "Dad lust told me I looked like fifty pounds of butter." There was little too much et BUI at tha dance. Gary danced with Adelaide once, rather awkwardly because of hi lame arm, and Bill cut in before they bad gone twice around the floor.

"Better sit down, fellow," be advised fraternally. "You look all In." Gary went out on the terrace and sulkily smoked one cigarette alter another. After a while he went back and leaned against the wall, and presently Adelaide swooped upon bim and slid her arm through his. "Where on earth have you been?" she demanded. "You are the most elusive date I ever had.

Come along and dance, Sourpuss." So he with her, and Bill cut in immediately, whereupon Gary found his aloof post again and parked there for what seemed hours. Adelaide and Bill bad disappeared, and the band was plowing through "Good Night, Ladies," when they came back. She was airy and difficult all the way home and Gary said very little until they were at the door and Slim, sleepy and sulky, had driven the car back to the garage. Then Gary said, "Thanks very much tor a pleasant evening." Gary lay awake for a long time, staring into the dark and considering the exquisite pleasure It would be to flatten Bill Grant's viking profile into some particularly viscous oil field mud. And then ho-slept wearily and woke to Sod that it was raining.

Harvey was morose at breakfast, growling about the rain and the delays. "There won't be any delays," Gary assured him. "I'll keep tha gang working." Gary had seen the banker com out in his car and walk around over the place, looking over tha derrick and the water line, hit eyet as cold and noncommittal as a couple of his own dimes. And that night Harvey was irritable at supper, wanting; to know why they had to have steak every night when hash was plenty good enough for him. "1 wish we'd never heard about oil," Mona Lee sighed.

Then came a morning, when the drizzle slacked a little, and Harvey announced that the drillers would move on that day. "Pretty muddy out there yet. to move heavy machinery in," Gary reminded him. "Hickey says he can make it." "Hickey!" Gary exclaimed. "You didn't hire Hickey?" "Sure, I hired him.

Got the best price out of him." "But his outfit's in bad shape! That's why he made you a low price because his stuff is no good." Did you take a look at Hickey's bits? They hadn't been sharpened in months when I saw them." "He'll have 'em sharpened I saw to that." Gary went out heavily. Hickey would move on the job and, unless extraordinary luck was with them, grief would move on with him. It began that afternoon, when the first of the tremendous trucks appeared. In the middle of the pasture, the truck bogged down in the black earth and there it stayed tor two days, while a dozen men sweated and shoveled and swore, trying to get it out. But not till a wind blew and the soil dried would it stir and by that time three other heavily loaded trucks had piled up behind it with the If ting hoist at the tail end of the procession.

Adelaide climbed to the top of a fence post and sat there, with a raincoat buttoned to her chin, thrilled and gloating. "Thia is fun," the told Gary. "And look he's luteal ateaa Ma taaae kaamv Taert ba Ma See ininti aat fetal aa a 111 ill I Hill lirt ayaaaa-TAaaailrta. aa teMamri at all a aw Mates rent. Meaa deal (DdDDim (Dim It mK I IFflIks TTUii SDndDpipliinig9s wmmi la XT Harvey alee fascinated, at painted everything.

Bright bluel It looks bettec now, doesn't itT" "Depends." frowned Gary, "on vhai'a under the naint." "You're bound to be a gloom, aren't yon, darling?" "I'm a petroleum engineer I nope. Where's your blond friend. Bill?" "Oh, but he's your frienddon't you remember? He's in Houston now." "Had letter from him. did you?" Gary was being nasty and enjoying it "NoTTt wasn't a letter. It was telegram.

Look savage soma morej I like to shiver." "I've plenty to be savage about" "Mother signed some papers." Adelaide said. "I don't know what they were, but Dad was mad, and when Mother tried to talk to bim ha told bee to shut up." Gary walked away, thoughtful and uneasy. So Harvey Maton was mortgaging something he'd bad to undoubtedly, because aa oil well was a cash proposition. But at last, on Saturday, the great casing went down and gray cement poured in, in a rolling stream, and Gary helped Adelaide up to the derrick floor and held her while she looked down. "When they get enough concrete down there, they'll put this wooden block on top of it And then they'll force water down there under enormous pressure till it drives the block down and the cement up, behind the pipe till it seals the sides of the well.

Monday they'll start drilling," Gary said. The great boilers roared, and the hot oil smoke from the burners rode the north wind and seeped into the house, and Mona Lee sniffed it unhappily. "You can even taste it in the coffee," she complained. "Tastes like money to me," Harvey said. He was more affable now that the slush pit was dug.

Roughnecks with steel tongs patched precariously high ia the der rick, and when a length of drill pipe came riding up, they grappled and held it screwing it on to the length that had gone down before. Then the black kelly joint rode up and was coupled to the pipe and the whole went down, the swivel clanked into place again, the rotary turned as the draw gear grunted and whined and deeper and deeper into the earth sank the hungry bits. At the top of the derrick the crown block, with its great pulleys, spun and hummed as the heavy cables slacked and tightened. His boots splashed with mud and grease, Harvey stood fascinated, as long as the rotary turned and drill was going down, but when the roar of the gears ceased and the clanking of chains began and the pipe came up slowly, slobbering mud and water, anxiety tightened his face. "Something wrong?" "Nope just changing bits.

Want to see what they're getting out now? Don't come too close, you'll get ail muddy." He crouched over the slush pit and brought up a handful of gray, dripping debris in his palm. "Feel that? That's rock oil men call it Down below they'll hit chalk, perhaps limestone, maybe. Then, if we're lucky, there will be yellowish rock with streaks of sand and oil in it and then we're down. Hickey's going to change bits now. Have to keep grinding them all the time." "Poor old earth! I wonder if it hurts." "No groans yet.

But sometimes the earth bates the drill and blows it out and then for weeks you live with trouble. You get a blowout on a well a crater at the top and the sides cave in and the gas roars out like something out of helL I've seen one blowout." "How do they know the drill's going straight down? Suppose it wobbled around and went crooked and maybe ended up away over on old man Harper's place." "Not likely not that much. But a variation of a quarter-inch here at Gregorla A. Tagging, St Louis; Genevieve Lux. St Louis.

Emmet Jo ha link, St Louis; Jeanne Xhner, St. Louia. Lyle St. Louis; Maxim Carroll, St. Louis.

Homer C. MHlar, St. Louis; Margie M. Dickey, St. Lou It.

John lb Tucker, Ohio; Estel Wagner, St. Louts. John E. Baakerte, Alton, Edna W. Phillips, Alton, 111.

Charles T. Andersen, SiLouis; Grace Koch, St. Louis. Reuben Charlton, Salaam, Us, Mary Jane Morris, Salem, UL Thomas C. Shroyer, Oven-tend; Lillian Shroyer.

Overland. George W. Bradley, St. Lauia; Selma A. Heinzman.

St. Louia. Harry W. Marissa, Geraldine Hog an, St. Louis.

Pvt. Walter J. Fitla, Camp Cam Belle, Mary Brannock, Memphis, Tennessee. Thomas G. Bentson, Sidney, Montana; Molly Lu Wells, St.

Louis County. Albert Ricketts, St. Louis; Dor othy Johnson, Pacific. Harold McKean, St. Clair; Ev elyn Sterling, Lonedell.

Eugene Amelung, Pacific; Ed-4 ith Harsh, St. Louis. Reel Estate Transfers Joseph Inter and wife to Wash ington Oil property in Washington, $100.00. Jess Perkins and wife by Sheriff Amelia L. Stierberger, property in Union $740.

James Mosley and wife to Mollie Finger, property in Pacific, $100.00. Leslie M. Gibson and wife to Henry A. Scheer and wife, property in 42-2E, $100.00. S.

H. Crowe to Clarence Repetto and wife, property in 43-2E, $1.00. Annie Stahlmann et al to John Boehmer and wife, property in 42-1W, $100.00. H. E.

Dul worth and wife to E. R. Young, property in 42-1W, $10.00. Eastern Missouri Mining to Richard P. McDermott, property in 41-2E, $100.00.

Amon R. Bransoa and wife to Jesse F. Scott and wife, property in 40-2W, $1.00. Henry W. AltemueUer and wit to Catherine S.

Steffens, property in Washington, $1M. Paul J. Mueller and wife at al to Frank R. Hartcau, property in 4S-1W, $100.00. Walter C.

Horn aatl wife et al to Harry J. Vogt and wife, prop erty in 44-2W, aad 44-1W, $100. Jacob Reed and Archie need by Sheriff to Alfred Schultz and wife, property in 44-2E, $6500.00. Walter Bryant and wife to Her man F. Meyer and wife, property in Washington, $1MiM.

The administration is having! trouble convincing people there is truth or seriousness in this, that or the other contention. The facts are that he people have been lied to so often that they have become suspicious. In urging a "little horse sense" for the rationing program, Senator Truman is talking about something the ratio ners know nothing about. M. M.

Hitchcock Osteopathic Physician Surgeon GENERAL PRACTICE Frlck Building Phone 19 Hours a. an. to neeaw to m. Eve. 7-9 p.

nv 8nn. 9-U m. mm THEATRE ST. CLAIB FRI. ft DEC.

U-ll "She's In The Army" with LncaW fllaaaan. Veda Ann Borg and Marie Wilson. "Saddle Mountain Kourfdup" wish Ry Canrtgntv Jain King ana max xernnne. MON. eV TUE8, DEC.

11-14 IMHtOTHY LAMOUR In "Afaaaa the South Seas" with Ion Hall and null Reed. TUBS- A T8TJRS. DECEMBER la-II-11 ELEANOR POWHA In "Lady GnT with Ann aUenrn, Robert Tonng and liana tWrjmere. "Danger in the focific" with Don Terry, Lee Orrtlle and Andy Devtne. hit long aa Ike drill was going dew.

the surface can widen till it gets pretty big at the bottom of the three-tbousand-foot hole. I've seen wells put down that hit the casing on other wells, three hundred feet away." "I wish we could get over on Harper's place I wish we'd bore straight through bis house the mean old thing!" "Seen your sister lately?" "They were coming out Sunday and then Dad was still angry so Mother phoned Grace not to come. She didn't want Dad and Oliver to get into a fight" She knocked on the fence post with ner clenched knuckles. "I'm stiff. Help me down.

I think I'm tired of this oil well. I think I need a maple fudge sun aaa. ici get uua uiuu uu uuu to town. "Can't do it I'm a workingman. Your father expects me to stay around.

When anything happens, it happens quick, on a job like this, Good-by. idle woman." "Good-by. Mud-dauber. Let me know when you get oil, will you?" "I won't need to let you know. You'll hear the gang yell all the way to town.

Seven hundred feet, and still Hickey's draw gear groaned, and the cables held, and the rotary turned. Hickey grinned his toothless, malicious grin whenever Gary was around. But Mason had announced that Gary Tollman was his field superintendent, and there was nothing for Hickey to do but listen when Gary spoke. The sun grew hot and Hickey shut down his gear often to oil up. But nights were still cool, and the steamy mist drifted over the slush pit where water, warmed by friction, spewed out endlessly, bringing up from the earth the grist of the drill.

But still the rotary turned and the bits went down and Hickey kept on grinning. Eight hundred feet and a steamy morning, and Gary looked up to see a hairy figure leaning against the tool box. A roughneck eased his itching nose wiih the back of his fist and spat. Yonder' old Hughes," be said. "We're going to get oil." Gary walked over to the old man.

"Hello, Mr. GothergilL Come out to see us bring in this dry hole?" "I smelled her." Old Hughey scratched himself in several places. "I can smell a drill ten miles off. What you got over yonder in that pit?" "Rock cuttings. Lime, mostly." "Yeah, I know.

And you can drill her to Chiny and all you'll git is lime and salt water. I been following oil all over this country for fifty years. Reckon Harvey Mason is fixin' to lose about ever'-thing he's got on this here wildcat" "I guess he's not worrying." At dusk old Hughey disappeared, after borrowing another quarter. But the next day, early, he was there again and Hickey growled when he saw him. "Mason had ought to run that old bum off." he grumbled.

"He's bad luck." But old Hughey only sat quietly tinder a tree, taking out his plug tobacco now and then to whittle on it Gary, feeling vaguely sorry for the old man, begged a couple of slices of bread and a chicken leg from Maria for Hughey. Hughey accepted them with lofty grace, but Gary did not linger. Gary had heard voices in the Mason living room voices raised a little too loudly. Harvey's voice and another that he knew belonged to Oliver Kimball. He went back, intending not to Intrude unless he should be summoned, but in the back hall Mona Lee caught at his sleeve and drew him aside.

"It's Oliver," she whis-pered, pale with a desperate kind of excitement "He came out and brought some big oil man with him. They're arguing in there, and Harvey's beginning to get mad. I listened upstairs. I want you to go in, Gary. I'm going to speak to Harvey." (TO CONTINUED) Far quick relief (mm itching earned by carina.

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