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CHECKERED CAREER
“You say he’s had a checkered
career?”
“Yes, he’s been following the cross¬
word puzzles ever since they came
out in this paper.”
Bargain
“Do you favor government owner¬
ship?”
“Of course,” said Mr. Dustin
Stax; “if I can dictate the prices at
which the government buys and have
a hand in financing the deal.”
Diplomacy
“It’s best to be agreeable,” said
Uncle Eben. “IDe boy dat brings
de teacher a red apple may not be
so quick in his lessons hut he hab
natural sense.” -
Quite a Surprise
Boss (to office boy)—What would
you do with a thousand pounds?
Office Boy—Lummie, guv’nor, I
wasn’t expectin’ a raise.—Pearson's
Weekly.
WNU—7 29—35
WAT
By Richard
Copyright by Richard Hoffmann
WNU Service
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CHAPTER I
Monday
“Listen,” his father said to Hal Ire¬
land downtown—in the large office oft
the bank thal was all soft carpets, soft
lights, soft paneling, and enough floor
space rental to keep “listen. five families in
comfort for a year; 1 ’
‘I've been listening(.<air,” said Hal,
“for The twenty minutes.”.,';/ , , little . ;.
Old Man Seenieci 'to wait a
for the slow draining,^f humor from
Hal’s alert, gray eyes. 'Then he said in
quiet Irony:
“I dare say you’ve been told about
your charm—” (&d
“Never by you, sir,” Hal with a
faint bow, checked gently for fear of
Starting the slow, heavjt throb In his
heed again.
“I dare say you’ve been told that
eyes when twinkle, you bow you’re that wa^ and let your
apf to get your
way. But I venture to'jtoint out what
I can’t convince myselLyou’ve business learned
for yourself: that the world
is not made up of prett/V girls or sus¬
ceptible matrons—social or theatrical;
that the business oUthe country, about
which you know nothing, is carried on
by men who think more of persistence
and application than ;they do of capac¬
ity to hold whiskey, or acquaintance
with speakeasy proprietors or handi¬
caps at golf or the fit of white flan¬
nels.
“The San Francisco job is open till
■lie first of the month—because they
need somebody, not because I’ve asked
them to let you coast in on my name.
You’ve got your last penny from me—
for transportation or anything else—
till next quarter’s allowance. If you
want the job, get yourself out there.
If you don’t, don’t.”
Hal’s quick, mobile face was set, and
he met his father's steady lobk with
bright, impersonal steadiness, rather as
if he had a peevish, disappointing child
before him. Then ; he got up and
straightened his good shoulders with a
deep breath.
“That all?” he said.
“That’s all,” said the Old Man, brisk¬
ly casual. Hai,
“Right,” said with a practiced
clipping of the word. “Well—’bye.”
He swung his hack on his father and
walked over the thick carpet to the
door. In the silence, he could feel his
father expecting him to turn there for
another word—of hope, or of opening.
So he pulled the door, caught the other
knob behind him, and stepped out, leav¬
ing only the soft, efficient click of the
latch for comment.
Dalrymple — known downtown as
Frederick Ireiafid’^/l^nlfe and fork—
was waiting unoptimlstically outside,
where he couldn’t;,be seep from the
banking floor, “Badi?” he asked appre¬
hensively.
“Bad,” said Hal, letting his gray eyes
light again with their welcoming hu¬
mor. “Hage-makihg. D’you know any¬
thing about brpmo-seltzer? Does it
really work?”
“They say so, but I’ve never need
ed—”
never, “And never—prohifb'ljf- I’m ne'fef^Wing How to agaln-r- do
op,;^ you
get to California,, dollars?”
“Lord, Mister gftk’/j’lsaid Dalrymple,
“is six dollars all, youlve—out of the,
that cheque?*’ , ouU
“’Fraid so.’’ Hiti rfeached into an
inside pocket and brought out the zig¬
zag length of the railroad ticket, with
a couple of pullman flips pinned to
the top. Dalrymple looked relieved.
“Oh, but you’ve got transportation,”
he said.
“On a train that’s now prpbably
simply whooshing through northern
Ohio. Here, take ’em, and if you can
get an adjustment, credit the Old Man’s
account, with my compliments.”
“If I could—if you’ll let me 1 -”
Hal smiled, and his eyes wrinkled, in
the corners, “tou’re a h—1; of a nice
guy, Dimples,” he said, ‘but I’m so
mad—so mad, fop the first time in my
life, that I wouldn’t, borrow a Confed¬
erate nickel from ; anybody ■ who paid
taxes in the same state with that—
that—with my father. He told me—if
you’ll believe it, Dimples: he told me
I knew nothing about money or life or
this country or him or myself or mod¬
ern plumbing or brokers’ loans or God
knows-whatnot that's/of the most qui¬
vering importance to a young man’s
career. He even made me the simply
astounding revelation that I was an
only child. Had you heard that, Dim¬
ples? He sat there and told me—but
what the h—1: you’re busy. And I’ve
got to get to the Coast. Bromo-seltzer
couldn’t make it any worse, could it?”
Dalrymple looked worried, confused,
pathetic, and he murmured: “No, no,”
helplessly. So Hal patted his arm,
promised to let him know what hap¬
pened, and started Uptown again.
It was in the sifKway that he re¬
membered the sign, thejy had laughed
at last night. In tfie West Forties, it
was, and if he could remember from
which place they had been going to
which other place/ he* i would remem¬
ber the street. “California . .. $33” was
the line he recalled, hmong a list of
fares to Chicago, Miami 1 Detroit, Pitts¬
,
burgh, and other destinations which he
had no faintest 1 desire to reach.
“There,” Tony had grabbing at
him; “go out to ,thq-.yeast that way,
boy. Rub elbows with the people: see
life; know your native land.” ,
Just west of Broadway—in the For¬
ties. He’d find It: by G—d, he’d find It
He wouldn’t borrow a nickel from any
one of fifty people who’d lend -him
money in the next half hour If he
went to them. He’d hock something—
CLEVELAND COURIER
the curly ugly silver dressing-table set
his father had given him. He’d get to
the. Coast, on fifty dollars and tell his.
father what to do with any Insuffer¬
able future fight-talks that occurred to
him. .......
CHAPTER tl
Tuesday
Hal’s headache was gone next,.morn
Ing, but so—nearly—-was the warming
sense of triumph in his inspiration.
And that went entirely at nine o’clock
when he walked Into the bare, dingy,
and crowded garage office from Which
decrepit carsful of share-expense trav¬
elers were dispatched about the coun¬
try. He hadn’t stopped to think what
the mechanics of the thing might be;
but here the possibilities of dreariness
seemed promptly infinite. Eight July
days of four hundred miles’ driving
each, through country reputed to be
hotter than, outside, Forty-eighth
street already promised to be; crowd¬
ed into an unwashed derelict of a fine
car among a selection from this as¬
sembly of desolate, If not actively ob¬
jectionable looking people. . . . The
first rough cartoon of these vistas
nearly had him back on the street
again—to telephone Dalrymple for the
easy loan that would put him on this
afternoon’s Century.
A decent looking man in a clean
shirt looked at him across the shabby
'‘How"Far You Going?” Larsen
Asked Her.
desk firmly. The telephone rang. “Yes.
This is Larsen,” said the man, frown¬
ing. “Call me later. I’m very busy.”
Hal upended his old suitcase against
the wall near the door and sat on it.
Larsen started pawing over the piles of
little slips before him. “Now—” he
said twice, almost looking up, but each
time thinking better of it. Then sud¬
denly, “You can’t take that dog” Hal
locked around, for the dog, then up
quickly to examine who it should be
in this place with so smaftly bred a
fox-terrier.
"I’ve got to take the dog,” said the
girl In soft, almost-husky gravity.
“He’ll sit in my lap; he’ll fie no trou¬
ble.” Pretty, quite pretty, Hal saw;
perhaps a little tough, surely self-con¬
scious—the even solemnity in her large
eyes aware that unauthorized people
were looking at her, might any minute
speak to her and have to be rebuffed.
But pretty, really quite pretty.
“How far you going ?” Lairsen asked
her.
“Los Angeles,” said the gill steadily.
These Ads . . .
What Do They Lead To ?
LOS AiNGELES OR FRISCO—ALMOST
now cars leaving dally. Share exp.
Good driver*. Refs, exchanged. Cheap,
comfortjable.
;CALL AT OUR OFFICE
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• Utter strangers thrown together in the
most intimate company, trusting lives and
property to a driver they have never met.
Where does it lead ?
ADVENTURE? ROMANCE? INTRIGUE?
Read
Watch the Curves
By RICHARD HOFFMANN
A laugh a line—a thrill a mile! This is the first in¬
stallment. Follow it every week in this newspaper
^—t—*—’—| •Oh,” eald Larsen, as tf/Los r , Angelas _
were just this side of New Rochelle.
“If you keep him In’, your lap, all
right” He turned to the man whose
crossed legs Hal could see beyond her,
“Does he bite?"
“I don’t know,” said a lazy, careless
voice. 'NA "■ ■? >
Larsen was startled. “You two’re to¬
gether,” he said.
“No,” said the man.
Larsen looked at her; she made a
slight negative motion with her head
and dropped her eyes to the dog. Lar¬
sen fumbled through the slips of paper,
stopping to frown at one. “You’re go¬
ing to L. A.,” he said to the girl. “Yes,”
she said, barely looking up to him for
an instant. “And so are yon," Larsen
said to the man. “Yes, but I’m not with
her.” “Then who Is?” said Larsen. Hal
let half a smile come through his mood¬
iness as he shook his head. And Lar¬
sen was saved from further astonish¬
ment by his telephone, Into which he
said again he was very busy, loading
three seven-passenger cars for Chi and
the West.
Hal’s eyes kept coming back to the
girl. She seemed not to hear what was
going on in the room—stayed quietly,
solemnly sure that some one would
speak to her. Periodically that annoyed
Hal and he looked away. Then he
would find himself looking at her again,
seeing how the smooth, slight dip of
her cheeks under high cheek-bones
seemed to be pursing her Ups a little,
adding solemnity to her wide, possessed
mouth.
“Hello, hello,” said Larsen impa¬
tiently into the telephone; ‘I’m very
busy. I’m loading seven three-passenger
cars for Chi and the West.” Larsen
was sweating. He called suddenly
over his shoulder, as if taking a des¬
perate remedy, “De Soto!” A small,
cheerful, soft-eyed man, without a hat
and looking as if he had jusi crawled
from under a car, came in expectantly.
“Take her bags,” said Larsen, pointing
his pencil at a woman, “and take her
to Dallas.” The lady’s shocked disap¬
proval of little De Soto lost some of Its
Imperiousness when he grinned at her
eagerly and said: “Like a fast ride,
lady?” She glared down, her pince-nez
quivering. “Hope y’do, ’cause anybody
rides with me gets a fast one.”
“Now,” said Larsen more happily, as
If their disappearance made it a fam¬
ily party again. But the telephone rang,
and Larsen began his weary piece
about Chi and the West almost before
he had lifted the receiver. “Now, that
dog—” he started again, and Hal saw
a sort of quick pride take the girl’s
face as she raised her head. “No, that’s
right,” Larsen added. “We settled that.
We settled about the dog. Now Los
Angeles—everybody going to Loa An¬
geles goes with Jake Miller. Miller!”
he shouted at the garage door.
"Where’s Miller?”
After an hour Hal went across the
baking street for a glass of ginger ale.
When he came back the slight, tidy
man smoking beside the doorway gave
him a lazy smile and in a voice that
was oddly unsure of pitch said, “Goin
to L. A.?”
“Guess so,” said Hal, trying to be
neither discourteous nor encouraging.
The trip was going to be bad enough
without entering into relations with
anybody.
“So’m I,” said the man. “My name's
Crack—Mart’n Crack.” His eyes
seemed dreamily looking for the effect
of this on Hal.
Hal leaned against the wall, facing
the street, and lighted a cigarette. I’m
d—d If I’ll offer him my name, Hal said
to himself; if he’s interested, he heard
it in there.
“You any relation to Frederick Ive
land—the big shot downtown?”
Hal looked at him with cool amuse
ment In his gray eyes. “Sure,” he said
“Couldn’t be closer.” Crack gave a
slight, polite laugh. From his side
pocket he drew a bright, new golf ball,
dropped it to the pavement where it
clicked smartly and leaped up to his
waiting hand again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Has Good Word for Divorce
Writer Considers Action Advisable When Marriage Has
Proved to Be a “Misdeal’’; Science Service
Advances Opinion of Interest.
By DOROTHY DUNBAR BROMLEY,
in the New York World-Telegram.
The divorcee, so says Science Serv¬
ice, has more intellectual Interests,
self-reliance, ambition and tolerance
than the happy wife.
By the same token—if the scien¬
tists know what they’re talking about
—the happily married woman Is a
comparatively Immature perSon, al¬
though she Is sociable and warm
hearted and emotionally well-bal¬
anced.
If you’ve never known anything
but happiness In your personal re¬
lations, tf you’ve never lost anyone
you’ve loved, if your children haven’t
been a problem, and If you’ve never
heard the wolf scratching at the
door, you may still have an alabaster
brow without a wrinkle in It. But
your character is likely to have no
more distinguishing marks than the
trunk of a young sapling that is not
yet ringed with growth.
It seems to be one of nature’s cruel
laws that contentment should pre¬
clude personality growth. I think of a
friend who was unusually happy for
■the 15 years that her husband lived.
He died very suddenly, leaving his af¬
fairs in bad order, and the lady of
leisure had to train herself overnight
to hold a job.
She had always had a cultivated
taste for books. So she progressed
from doing secretarial work for writ¬
ers to hook reviewing and reading
for a publishing house. She has nev¬
er ceased to regret her husband’s
death, and yet she’ll tell you with
a wry face that she’s more of a per¬
son today than when she was a pas¬
sive, sheltered wife.
One of the wise things that Sigrld
Undset has said Is that there are
two kinds of happiness In life—the
happiness that another person brings
you, and the happiness that you mine
for yourself. Her character Ida Eliz¬
abeth in her novel of that name
thought that she had found happi¬
ness—after a disappointing marriage
—with a strong man who suited her
in every particular.
But she could not close her eyes
to the fact that he and her two lit¬
tle boys clashed temperamentally.
In the end her love for her children
forced her to turn from the happi¬
ness that was ecstasy to a more dlffi
cult search.
I say more power to the woman
who accepts her lonely destiny, if she
has no honest alternative, and weaves
her own pattern. The ultra-religi¬
ous won't admit it, but there’s some
Scientist Claims That
Noises Can Be Deadly
Do women make more noise than
motor cars?
According to an American pro¬
fessor of physics, yes. Giving evi¬
dence In an action to restrain a fac¬
tory from making an excessive
amount of noise, he described experi¬
ments with a sound meter which he
had carried out in the district. These
showed that women talking in their
homes made 40 times more noise
than the factory, and 50 per ceirf
more noise than passing cars.
Apparently womeD talk more loud¬
ly in America, for experiments In
this country show “loud con versa
tion” as only double the noise of a
suburban street, and two-thirds that
of a pneumatic drill at 20 feet dis¬
tance.
But the worst noise of all, accord¬
ing to one distinguished scientist, is
one we can’t hear. A few months
ago he showed the congress of radio
biology how ultra-sound waves could
burn the fingers of a man holding a
glass tube, although the tube Itself
was not heated. He claimed that It
was possible to be killed by these
vibrations, which were really sounds,
although they could not be perceived
by the naked ear.—London Answers.
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man and a woman so ride each oth¬
er's nerves that even the children
get jittery, then it’s .-time they called
their marriage a misdeal.
The unhappy married woman
brightens few corners. Science Serv¬
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“Inclined to be self-centered, Irrita¬
ble, Intolerant, neurotic and Inde¬
cisive.” She commits the unpardon¬
able sin of always blam!ng;some one
else—usually her husband—for her
frustrations and disappointments.
She has never waited dp to the fact
that you must cast bread upon the
waters before It will come back to
you.
Maybe the scientists are right, an<(
then maybe they have gotten their
curves mixed up. There’s this to be
said for the well-adjusted wife, even
if she Is less self-reliant than the
self-supporting divorcee: She send*
out happy wave lengths, and ‘'hat’*
something In these soul-trying time*.
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