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THIRTY-TWO Want Ad Headquarters, Court 4900 Other Press Departments, Court 7208 MONDAY, JULY 19. 1937 THE PITTSBURGH PKESS SHORT SHORT-STORY ONE GIRL CHORUS Dy Aleen Wetstein MRS. TTULLER NEEDED a maid and so did the people next door. The neighborhood seemed to be looking for maids. In fact, there was a Press Daily Serial by Jean Seivwright CHAPTER FOUR JIGGER' CAL REPEATED when I questioned him.

Then he laughed, though not before I caught a flicker of anger in his old blue eyes. "That ain't no name, Miss Joy. What are you trying to put over on me this morning?" and, pulling his tobacco pouch from his hip pocket, he shoveled a- handful nf rmmv. i 3 ing for an address, the women would look her over. The women or Gilling St.

never seem to keep a maid long. Good maids somehow never got to Gil-ling and there was always this constant advertising and the whole routine of interviews, and ever so much to talk about to one's neighbors. Then a lovely thing happened to Mrs. Kay. A friend from the South Side called up and said she was sending her a very good German maid.

Mrs. Kay was thrilled. She told all the ladies and they didn't know whether they'd rather actually get a good maid or have something to complain about. But Mrs. Yuller knew.

She could always find something to almost toothless mouth. shortage all over the city. But Mrs. Yul-ler neeeded one most. She made most fuss about it, anyhow.

Every time she had to scrub her own kitchen floor you could hear her shrieks down to Wilber St. When any of her friends advertised for a maid, Mrs. "Oh, but it is," I replied. "He being tutored by the diver, paddled about in the water. The question formed itself in my mind.

"Rocky," I demanded, "is that Ed Moran?" Rocky followed my nod. "On the board "Yes." i "That Ed," he replied, 'and his son." I was silent momentarily. 'He's alone I mean, Karen isn't with him," I noted. "Uhuh." "Why?" I asked. Rocky did not answer immediately.

His eyes wandered out to the two figures on the board, and on past to a sailboat. They wavered, imperceptibly. "You've heard Ed's pet phrase for Karen?" he asked. I thought, and it came to me. "You mean 'If Hollywood could see you "Uhuh.

Rocky got up and inhaled deeply of his cigaret. He blew solemn clouds of smoke toward the ocean. "Well it did!" Rocky said. waiting that Wednesday morning. Mrs.

Yuller was. though. The girl was looking at a piece of paper with a name and address on it. "Are you looking for Mrs. Kav?" Mrs.

Yuller called to her. "Yah. Yah. Mrs. Kay." "I'm Mrs.

Kay." said Mrs. Yuller. "Come right in." Things went smoothly till Mrs. Kay came ever to Mrs. Yuller's to borrow some salt.

Now the Yullers don't speak to the Kays and the Kays don't speak to- the Yullers. And the whole street has taken sides. Hardly anyone speaks to anyone else. Now everyone takes their own ads and gives no leff-over addresses to her neighbor. Now there is no pleasant griping over the maid situation.

There is Just stand-offishness all about. As for Frieda, she got married just a couple of weeks after she came to Mrs. and left-. But she will never be forgotten in Gilling St. Miss Wetstein Yuller said to them, "Now if you get any addresses you aren't using, send them to me." All the way down 'the i street, whenever any of the ladies had an ad in the paper, heads hung out of the window watching to see what it caught.

When a girl walked down the pavement look- complain about, but she needed somebody to wash her kitchen floors, to take the burden of a household off her hands, to give her freedom to play cards in the afternoon. Mrs. Kay did not know when to expect the German girl and so was not on the porch Karen Greeted Him With a Smile approval. The boy was dark, too. I watched pensively as the youth, OUT OUR WAY OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople By Williams 1 mhh 0 HJM-M MUST SPEAK TO OA-SOU filBMrnfffiZ? NiOTHlN' BUT JIS mWMW) OME PANS PELL.

UImiVjM IM 6ETTIN' MV OWN SSsllllrP' I BR-EAKPT- VOL) MlMK (A STAV EJGHT IN BEP, 0 -V HE MK5HT HAVE BLUE BLOOP, BUT HE HAS A BED MECK MEV; HOC PULL THAT CKIMSOM "BEAK CP YOL1P.S DOW LOOK AT ty HE PELL HEIP5 )J I TO TH OLD PRAKE SJ OUT OP TH' STKATOSPH ABOUT SWEEP) UP A LITTLE CLEAMERt LEAVINJC3 ERE, OT2. THEY'LL -BE U5IMG HE HASGROWM Inseparable By PAUL R. WADDELL "UMM, ISN'T he grand!" Karen exclaimed. Rocky and I looked up from our comfortable positions on the warm beach. Rocky was obviously perturbed, for he squinted, and stroked his mustache.

His scrutiny was brief but thorough. "Karen." Rocky decided suddenly, "you've got it!" "Got it?" Karen repeated, a slight frown brushing her forehead. "TJhuh." Rocky elaborated: 'That's the first time I've ever heard you admire a man in public." "Well?" Karen countered, not releasing her gaze from the swimmer. Rocky got up. "Come on." he ordered, leading her toward the water.

"Ill introduce you." He watched Karen's eyes brighten. "He'll make an excellent husband," he added. Thus they met, Karen Walsh and Ed Moran. Karen: brief, brown and symmetrical; Ed: tall, and darkly handsome. We called it "the perfect match of tne handsome Not love at first sight, mind you they looked twice! In two months they were married.

Thereafter they were constantly together, like two shadows that the sun forms from one person. We nicknamed them 'The Inseparables." WE WERE in New York one weekend, and Ed invited Rocky and me to supper. We accepted. Karen was a charming hostess, and Ed the perfect hast. It was a great night.

I still look back at us there in the dining room. Rocky and I envied those two in their happiness. Karen was bewitch-ingly beautiful, and Ed still breathlessly in love. We were silent for a moment, I remember. Across the table the young husband enthused: "Gosh, honey, if Hollywood could see you!" Karen answered, "Not Hollywood dear just you!" Their first-born took Karen to death's door.

Ed was the faithful, worried husband, refusing to leave the hospital until the crisis had passed. He suffered for loss of sleep, yet he endured. After the danger had passed, Ed, haggard as a waif, was admitted to the sacred precincts. It was a boy. Karen greeted him with a weak smile.

Ed's was almost as wan, but he was gay for her sake. "Hollywood ought to see you now, hon!" She brightened like a rainbow. "Just for that I'm going to get well real soon!" she promised. and she did. The "Inseparables" became three.

They named their son Robert. Karen seemed more beautiful than ever. We came to ap MS IT AS A T7ANJGER T3LDUKER FOR LYIU3 AROUWO THE PM SO CHESTY, fcK Pfii HiS SHIRTS 7 AIR PL A WES HOUSE, LIKE "THIS WLI HAVE 1 I Kt I I I CAST OF CHARACTERS JOY Heroine, hostess in smart Maine tearoom. ROGER Joy's fiance; rising young designer. ANGELA Joy's rival in love.

DICK Wealthy young pJay- boy, Roger's rival in love. Yesterday: Joy gets a job in Maine for the vacation period. One night she is alarmed when a strange man asks to telephone from the summer house. Suddenly she remembers who he is. borhood.

Quite glad Cal doesn't seem to mind having Peter around; but he should be with children. Cal evidently seems to feel responsible for the welfare of everyone connected with the tearoom. When I looked in at his workshop in the afternoon, he said, "Take a tip from me never open the door at night when you're alone in the house. There's things going on in this country that would scare the daylights out of you." I laughed. "I'm not afraid.

You can't scare me." His blue eyes twinkled and he looked hard at me for a minute, then he said, "Guess I can't. All the same, better watch out for strangers you cant always trust some of the summer folks." "Like Jigger?" I said in a low tone, as Mrs. Fenwick appeared. He nodded. So Cal does know my strange caller after all.

WHILE LIFE seems to run along here very smoothly on the surface with charming people as our guests, special dinners for the young folks who are in the swell camps that abound in the neighborhood, I have a hunch that there's something sinister, too. I don't know yet what it is. I told Tess how I felt when we went for a short walk in the woods. "Oh," she said, "You're all wet. Guess I know what, gets you.

It's those hemlock trees so tall so dark with their branches sweeping the ground as though shielding some mystery then when the wind blows the eerie sounds might suggest ghosts, but there's nothing to it." Maybe she's right, for the Maine woods present quite a contrast to Fifth Avenue, New York. Lovely, of course, and so fragrant, but I could hardly see myself spending my life in such surroundings. Still it's healthful and the air's like wine. No wonder Peter's cheeks are rosy, and what an appetite he has! Mrs. Fenwick has given orders he should sleep as late as he likes in the morning, so he'll be thoroughly built up before we go back to town bet that was inspired by Miss Pegler.

I hate the thought of having to send him to one of those huge city schools in fall. Perhaps Roger was right why did I resent his suggestion to send him to boarding school? Oh, it's so easy to see what you should have done after you've cast the die. There, a tear's fallen on my diary made a horrid blot I wonder what Roger's doing now wonder if he's really interested in Angela. Just mopped my tears when Tess stuck her head round the door of my room. "Here, catch this," she called.

"Sorry I forgot it before." Then dashed along the corridor while a letter fluttered to the ground. (Continued Tomorrow) was here last night." Cals jaws dropped, and again, for a second, I caught a look of anger in his eyes when he said, "What have you got up your Eleeves, Miss Joy? Better spill the beans guess you're up to some city game trying to put something over on us." "Not at all, but when everyone was at the movies, this man came to the door and wanted me to let tint in to call a number." "Ain't Mrs. Fenwick told you yet she don't let folks come in and use the phone, less they put Up their money first. You see lots of trucks get in trouble after coming up the long hill and as there ain't no telephone nearer than a mile away they often want to use hers." "Well, that's just what happened to his truck; but I wouldn't let a man like that in here unless I had a battalion of the National Guard here to meet him. He looked like a thug, with ferret-like eyes, if Rowdy hadn't been with me, I might have been scared.

Wonder if you know the number he called. I wrote it down. Here it is." "That don't mean anything to me. Miss. In the summer there's a lot more telephones in us with all the visitors around.

Reckon this ice box can hold, another hundred pounds," and Cal left the kitchen, while Tess, the head waitress, said: "'What was that you were telling Cal? Had burglars here last night?" "NO, ONLY A man wanting to use the phone: but the funny thing about him is that just before I came up here, I saw him as we crossed the Queensborough bridge. He was driving a swell car then, but last night he had a big truck, covered with tarpaulin." "Gee. maybe, he was a bandit making away with his swag." Tess suggested. "Bet Cal will make it his business to find out all about him. He's better than a newspaper," and she laughed.

"Yes," I agreed, realizing that Cal is quite a character "a native," Mrs. Fenwick calls him, which I suppose accounts for his queer ways, though fhe declares he's the mainstay of the tearoom. Well, if being able to fix electric appliances, repair furniture, raise flowers and vegetables, the rating of "a native" I guess that's not so bad. Anyway when things go wrong here no matter what the cry is, "Get Cal!" I ll remember what Tess says. Maybe I'll tackle Cal again about "Jigger" he seems out of place here looks like a crook.

Can't get over the idea of how perfectly ridiculous it is for a woman as rich as Mrs. Fenwick to wear herself to a frazzle running this show when she really doesn't need to do it. Cal says she has a fortune of her own, besides, whenever she into some new venture, her husband always puts up a wad of dough. "He must think a lot of her." I remarked while I arranged the flowers for the tearoom. Cal threw back his head and laughed, "Dunno about that.

She's always talking about expressing herself. Well, if I know the old man, he'd rather pay for her to express herself on something else than bother himself listening to her harangues." cop. 17 Bf NEA ftcirvtcc kZT I corn, in? nu scirvicc. mc Jf? milU'3 WHY MOTHERS GETGJSAY. m.

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OFF. BIG CHIEF WAHOO By Saunders and Wo'ggon I "Vf I SAY. SCALPS? 1 7 WAITER Ti NOPE-WAHOO'S I THE WIGWAMI I HAVE YOU TRIBE ALL I if WELL I'M MIGHTY I HUNGRY SO BRING ME A BOWL OF SOUP WHILE WE MAKE OUT OUR. -JP RDER-AND'HURRYVj CLUB IS TOPSY YOU CLUMSY KEEP UM lirui APE YOU'VE JSHIRT ON UUM! SPILT MY WE GOT SOUP ALL OVER PLENTY (L MY I MORE r4- JsDRESS SOUP IN UM 1 ANY PEACEFUL. I AJ V.Al I flPS? I I IM.IllMQi I TURVY I J.MORTIMER GUSTO, THE PENNILESS HAS WAHOO, I WORLD'5 RICHEST preciate Ed's pet phrase: "Honey, if Hollywood could see you!" REDSKIN, WAITING TABLE IN THE CHIEF'S OVJN ESTABLISH fiiw MENT: Li JANE ARDEN By Monte Barrett and Russell Ross ltf- 1 1 WHO CAN BE SEMDtMG MP.

TOMMY LAN MUST BE A MISTAKE-1 DON'T 7-K5Q LJi ALL GOOD- MOV kVHV VtJ REMEMBER lV wy MOP2KUNG oil KNOW HIM I DON AKKOME 3ctt Mm SIX MONTHS AFTER Robert's birth, Ed was called abroad. He didn't take Karen along, fool that he was. She pined about the better places, writing him daily letters. When he cabled that he would have to prolong his stay for three months, her letters became weekly. We didn't see Karen for those three months.

But when winter tame again, we heard that Ed was to return the next month. And so we supposed in our minds that everything was right again. For a month I missed Rocky and his voluble news, so it was an uniformed person that strolled down the beach that morning to stumble over a form buried in the sand, and have ifs head emerge and blurt hotly. "Haven't you any eyes, man?" The look of malice gave way to one of recognition. Coloring, he apologized profusely.

"Terribly sorry," he exclaimed, offering his hand. "Yes, I am glad you remembered me in time," I said. We sat on the sands and talked for a long while. Half listening to one of Rocky's mellow jokes, my gaze wandered down the beach, and out to the diving board. There it fastened.

A dark, slim man was cutting the water with perfect dives. A small boy watched, and clapped Turn Back One Page DAN DUNN. Secret Operative 48 By Norman Marsh fy II OK I'M GOING HE WALKED ALL AROUND THE PLACE AND THERE TWO FINGER TO TAKE A LOOK AROUND AND THEN Liwu rircotKi IHfc NILE WUKft, I ARE ALL CLEANED AND HARRY DID yYEAH AND I'M LOADED HERE'S YOURS- MA 2IN6ER I 60IN6 RIGHT NOW 1 AND CISSY AV I'M TIRED -H EANT1ME- THEN BACK INTO THE. HOUSE MUST BE KEEPING WATCH I BETTER 6ET DOWN THE ROAD, NOW IT'S ABOUT TIME SHERIFF SCHHID AND HIS MEN ARRIVED JUST LEFT THE HOUSE WONDER WHAT HE'S UP TO I'M GOING TO RN IN TOO FROM DEEP SHADOWS NEAR THE BANDIT'S HIDEOUT, DAN DUNN WATCHES NARROWLY LAVGIIED when Peter said it was fo clean up here he wouldn't need to wash his neck more than once a week! Kids are funny: but he's right. The air is crystal clear.

We're so far from neighbors we don't get any smoke and factories are unknown near The Golden Anchor as Mrs. Fenwick calls the tearoom. Guess it was so named because some of her husband's ancestors were connected with the sea. I really love it here. My bedroom window looks right across the winding lake that lies below the little hill on which The Golden Anchor is built.

No one would ever imagine that the tearoom was once a barn and where the warm, sweet breath of the cattle filled the air. and the loft, now removed, great loads of hay were stored against long, cold winters, for it has been glorified so with old leaded windows and frescoed walls. Wish Peter had some youngsters to play with. I must ask Cal if there are any in the neigh- Qi (Abbie) FOR THE NEW Cemics-Feaiurc Page With the New Strip Abbie an' Slats THEY SAY: In our dealings with social crises as well as our legislative and administrative endeavors, we must love justice rather than its form. Gov.

Frank Murphy, Michigan. Modern diplomacy is still pursued as if it were the private business of the diplomats rather than the common concern of the people J. K. Bradley, president, Young Republican Federation. MYRA NORTH.

Special Nurse By Thompson and Coll I LL HAVE A LOCHs AT THIS SOECV, SICJ BUT WE. By Lichiy am. miss II zHac I "THEV'BE ALL. SO JUST TAKE A GRIN AND BEAR IT LITTLE LAD. FiCST.

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THE MAM SAVS DESIRES 73 ADOPT A Mistakes of judgment are inherent in human nature, even among experts in high places. Floyd B. Odium, New York financier. I plan to be back for the opening of law school. Franklin D.

Roosevelt. leaving with bride for honeymoon trip in Europe. Far too much of many persons' lives is put in by using others' thinking. Wilbur L. Cross, governor of Connecticut.

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RIVER. li I I I Answers to Test (Questions on Page 19) 1 Commercial rearing of fur-bearing animals for their pelts. 2 Iran. 3 London. England.

4 It is the Anglo-Indian name for an unleavened cake or bread. 5 The requirements are the same for air. passengers as those who travel by other means. 6 A mechanism for restoring suspended respiration. 7 Lake Superior, Lake Victoria (Africa), and Lake Huron.

8 Akron, Ohio. Tv-Cr. IJ7 hj 114 Feature Sjrwdlcat. iw i 9 At the entrance to the Strait of Dover frjsm the North. Sea.

10 Christian Science. "I wish you'd stop tefling people we own a.