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—*cl— ~C—by Norma Newcomb
CHAPTER V
When Dronda caught sight of
Jimmy’s face in the respectful
crowd she smiled faintly and de
voted all her glances to him.
Helen flushed self-consciously,
but kept a smile fixed on her
lips. She wasn’t in the least sur
prised when Jimmy, Dronda’s
songs finished, darted out of the
living room after her. Nor hurt.
She was especially fierce about
that. No, she wasn’t hurt at all,
she really wasn’t!
Dronda, aware of footsteps fol
lowing her, grinned knowingly
and continued on toward the up
stairs bedroom, which had been
made into her dressing-room for
the evening. She walked inside,
leaving the door open, and was
seated at the little stool before
the dressing-table when Jimmy,
magnificently disdaining to
knock, came sauntering in. He f
smiled at her happily.
“Hello, cherub.”
“Hi, chum. You mean you’re |
looking for more punishment? I ;
haven’t a vase to throw at you, |
but there’s a hard hairbrush.”
“This time I’m not to be I
caught unawares, my pet. And
remember that he who lives by
the sword dies by the sword.”
“A tough guy, huh? I cut my
eyeteeth on tough guys on the
East Side.”
“No, not tough, Dronda, just
another man eating out of your
hand. Or hoping to eat out of
your hand.”
She smiled. “I like a good
line, chum. Your first one wasn’t
so good.”
“I obeyed my impulse.”
“Did you get fired?”
“Fired? Why should I have
been fired?”
“Your gal came to make me
lay off the publicity.”
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That took him by surprise. He
f sat down on the caned chtfir neat
1 the wall, tilting it back. “Girl?’
Green eyes flashed. “You mean
. you’ve forgotten a sweet kid like
, Sally Alliston already? You ought
: to get a pop in the nose, chum.”
“I did get a pop on the head,”
> he said ruefully. “Had to take
' a stitch. Want to see it?”
He didn’t give her a chance to
’ decide, but got up and went over
’ to her, crouching before her and
resting his hand partly on her
lap. She chuckled as she survey
ed the wound.
“Not bad. I wasn’t even half
trying. Don’t you know better
than to run around kissing peo
ple?”
"Can I help it if your beauty
overwhelmed me?”
“Nuts, pal, you’ve seen pret
tier.”
He shook his head and his
' voice was fervent. “Never, Dron
i da, never in my whole life. Why,
| you’re a dream come true. Hair
like gold, dashing green eyes with
glints of merriment and kindness
in them, teeth like pearls and
that. . . .”
“Finished taking inventory?”
she inquired gently.
He seized one of her hands and
kissed it reverently. “I haven’t
even begun to describe you, che
rub. Your soul, now, that could
be dealt with, too.”
“Maybe later on, huh, chum?”
“Later on?” He flung his head
back triumphantly.
“Yeah, when we haven’t got an
audience.”
He whirled, and gulped as he
met Helen’s disgusted look. He
had a sheepish air as he got to
his feet. “Hello, Helen. I was
wondering when you’d come back
to add your congratulations to
mine.” >
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e “On my knees, Jimmy?”
r “Aw. . . •”
” “Tut, Jimmy, stop looking so
n disgruntled. I have no intention
e of making a scene. You threw
t me aside long ago, remember? I
” have no right to make a scene.”
” “You bet you haven’t,” shout
e ed out Dronda Moore. “Can I help
it if this nut keeps pestering
0 me?”
r “No, Miss Moore, you can not.
1 That is, unless you stop wearing
r skirts. And speaking of skirts,
- Jimmy, I think you had better
skirt clear of Sally, eh?”
f “Now, look here. .. .”
■ She wagged a finger ever so
' gently, but there was real men
ace in the gesture, for all her re-
' straint. “No, Jimmy, you do the
listening for a change. I do not
want you to come to the apart
ment again. Nor do I want you
1 to pester Sally again. You’re not
going to add her scalp to the
1 others you’ve collected. Is that
clear?”
He had regained his poise and
laughed. “Tut, Helen, you know
perfectly well that you can’t pre
vent me from seeing her any
time I wish.”
♦ * *
Dronda’s doorbell pealed loud
ly and after a short interval Jim
my came bounding in looking like
a collar ad model in the flesh.
He was shaved, pressed and
creased that it was almost pain
ful.
He took her hand, kissed it,
then turned to the silent and
watchful Bill Burke and the
equally silent and distressed
Tony Wyndham.
“Mr. Wyndham,” Dronda smil
ed dolefully, “this is Mr. James
Kennedy. He’s the pilot who got
bopped on the bean with a vase.”
“Oh, you don’t say?” Up from
the chair came Mr. Wyndham
and out-stretched his hand. “I
find this all most interesting, Mr.
Kennedy. How did you ever get
the nerve simply to seize her in
your arms?”
“Nerve is my middle name. All
set for lunch, Dronda?”
“Lunch?” Mr. Wyndham look
ed from one to the other, then
sharply at Bill Burke, who
promptly disclaimed all responsi
bility for this with an outward,
upward fling of his hands.
Dronda rose, laughing doleful
ly again. “In just a few minutes,
Jimmy. I could have dinner with
you tomorrow night, Mr. Wynd
ham; that is, if you really think
you want to waste your time on
me. I know you have other peo
ple who’d be worthier of y0u....”
“Nonsense,” he cried, beaming.
“Nonsense. Tomorrow will be
splendid. Shall I come at six?”
“Yeah. That’ll give me time
to get to the theater.”
Now that he’d got what he’d
wanted, Mr. Wyndham was jovi
al. He shook hands with Jimmy
again, smote Bill Burke in com
radely fashion on the back and
even beamed at the butler who
arrived from out of the nowhere
by a sixth sense to open the door
for him. Jimmy considered the
rug a second, then snorted.
“A pompous dope!”
“Mr. Wyndham is a brilliant
man, Mr. Kennedy," contradicted
Bill Burke. “He is one of Holly
wood’s more important pro.
ducers.”
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uncontestable victory for Carmichael is the only way Georgia can tell the traditional foes
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“Then Hollywood must be filled
with dopes. Nothing fancy, che
rub,” he called as Dronda start
ed for the bedroom. “We’re go
ing rowing in Central Park after
lunch.”
“Indeed?” Bill’s eyebrows came
together. He excused himself
hastily and went into the bed
room after Dronda. He found her
standing thoughtfully at the
window, looking down at the traf
fic in the street.
“Well, are you pleased with
yourself?” he shot out savagely.
“You could have had a contract
just like that, if you’d been
smart. Why can’t you be clever
just once?”
“Maybe I should try to be.”
She turned, hands working ner
viously with the belt of her flam
ing housecoat. The patches which
had been under her eyes were
scarcely in evidence now. “If I
was clever, then you wouldn’t
have to be.”
“Go on,” he barked.
“Bill, I know what you were
thinking back there when Mr.
Wyndham said I should really be
come a woman who leads men to
destruction. Maybe I ain t clever,
but my eyes are good.”
“Well, why shouldn’t we use
Jimmy?” he countered. “I’d say
he’s perfect. I always like to get
back at those dashing wolves,
anyway.”
“He got suspended because of
us, remember?”
“Because he had the nerve to
get fresh with you- Don’t forget
that, Dronda. We wouldn’t even
know him had he not got fresh.
Well, let him take what’s coming
to him.”
“Mind, I’m not saying that he
hasn’t a lot coming to him. The
way he’s treating Sally—yeah,
and that. Helen dame. Only I
don’t want to be the gal who
gives it to him, Bill.”
“Holy smoke, don’t tell me you
have fallen for him!”
“Nuts, chum, I don’t fall for
no man. But I’m not a heel, see?”
“You want to be a star, don’t
you?”
“Sure, but why smash a guy’s
career? There must be other
ways.”
“Then I walk out. Fast.” He
became excited. “Didn’t I tell you
that this guy would put you back
on the East Side? Maybe you
haven’t fallen for him, but you
certainly give a darn good imita
tion of a girl in love.”
“You mean you’d leave me
flat?” It was apparent that just
the thought of his doing that was
tormenting her. “You generally
get your way.”
“And because I do you’re prac
tically on top.”
“Oh, all right. . . .”
Bill smiled and went back to
the living-room. Jimmy, seated
at the concert piano, was play
ing lightly, a far-away expres
sion on his face. He looked up
as Bill took a chair, and nodded.
“Fireworks over?”
“No fireworks, Kennedy. Dron
da and I get along remarkably
well.”
“A nice kid, Dronda, even if
she did bust me one on the head.”
* * *
“Utter nonsense!” his grand
father had flared when Philip
had finally got the courage to
tell him. “It is buck fever, noth
ing more. All men become fright
ened before they marry. But
you’ll get over it.”
“I don’t love her, Grandfath
er.”
“Nonsense. Catherine is a fine
girl. Sweet, kind, considerate,
beautiful.”
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OLIVER GENERAL HOSPITAL
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA
To the Editors and the Citizens of Georgia:
We, the undersigned patients at Oliver General
Hospital, as citizens and voters of Georgia, are
writing to you in behalf of a soldier who, like our
selves, was wounded overseas in line of duty in the
Armed Forces of our Country. This comrade of ours,
HOKE SMITH O’KELLEY, suffered severe wounds
in Luxembourg and has been under treatment in this
army hospital for many months and is now able to
walk with crutches.
Recently he qualified as a Candidate for Governor
of Georgia in the Democratic Primary tube held July
17. Due to his injured limb we do not expect that he
will be able to wage as active a campaign as the
other candidates who have not paid the price that had
to be paid by many in order that our Democratic
Rights —and everything else of value —might be pre
served. Therefore, we are writing to ask that you
give our candidate all possible consideration in re
porting his views and his platform as well as his
activities to the attention of your readers. We be
lieve you will be glad to do this in accordance with
those principles of Democracy, fair play and courtesy
that have always been held by Georgians and which
we believe are particularly typical of the free press
of our State and Nation.
In doing this we believe you will be doing Georgia
and the voters a real service in acquainting them
CARL S. FLEMING—HaII County.
FRANK R. EDWARDS—CIarke County.
HOWARD L. WEEKS—Fannin County.
WILLIAM RUSSELL—CIarke County.
SAMUEL THOMAS—Lowndes County.
HERMAN G. TANNER—Washington County.
MIKE H. FlNE—Screven County.
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THOMAS JENKINS—Burke County.
CHARLES COALY—Bartow County.
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HOKE O’KELLEY
candidate for
GOVERNOR
in
DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY
JULY 17
Member American Legion and
Veterans of Foreign Wars
YOUR VOTE AND SUPPORT WILL BE APPRECIATED
“So is Sally Alliston.”
“A servant’s daughter.”
“The servant is a good one.
with the high standards and practical aims of HOKE
I O’KELLEY. We know him through the intimacy of
> army life and we know he is energetic, scrupulously
’ honest, and holds the interest of the people of Georgia
> above his own. He is conducting his campaign on
his own funds, which are very limited. This gives
j the voters the opportunity they rarely have of voting
; for’a first-class man who will not be under any obli
’ gation whatsoever to wealthy men or to any special
interests. He will be under obligation only to the
unafraid voters of Georgia.
We know that his promises to the voters of Georgia
: will be cautiously made and carefully lived up to.
■ We know also that all veterans of Doth world wars
can depend on their interests being very close to him
and that he will do all in his power to see that they
get a fair deal at all times. This man has a clean
personal and political record and he is running a
clean race, free from personalities and “mud-sling
; ing.” He is asking for your support on his own
merits and not on the demerits of his opponents. We
i believe that our fellow citizens will appreciate this
and what it will mean for the dignity that should go
i with their Governor’s Office. We know that we want
> a man for Governor who is a sincere Christian and
who has proved that he has the courage of his con-
i victions and the fighting heart to lead us forward to
what is best for Georgia and its citizens.
(Signed)
Hoke O’Kelley was born near Loganville, Ga., March
6, 1895. Graduated from North Georgia College at Dah
lonega—University of Georgia at Athens.
Veteran of both World Wars Foreign service in
British Isles, North Africa, Italy, France, Belgium,
Luxembourg and Germany.
HEAR HOKE O'KELLEY OVER RADIO STATION
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TUESDAY, JULY 16, AT 1:15 P. M.
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PLATFORM PROMISES
1— Honest, economical government without favoritism.
2 I will request the Legislature to provide:
( a ) —Home Rule for counties and municipalities as
the Constitution requires.
(b) —Veterans Service Act to be amended after hear-
ing before Veterans and Veteran organizations.
Thursday, July) 4, 1946
Isn’t that something in her fa
vor?”
(To Be Continued)
JETTIE P. CELLEN—Richmond County.
ROBERT E. HENDRIX—Coweta County.
JACK H. BURKHALTER-Evans County.
WILLIAM F. HOLLAWAY—FuIton County.
DOCK M. BUFFINGTON—HaII County.
JAMES E. BOYETT—Muscogee County.
H. A. PERDUE—Augusta, Georgia.
JOHN C. WlLSON—Atlanta, Georgia.
PAUL W. ROGERS—Gilmer County.
THOMAS S. PlEßCE—Richmond County.