DON’T GET OUT OF TOUCH WITH YOUR FAVORITE COMICS IN SUMMER
HAVE THE DEMOCRAT DELIVERED TO YOU WHILE ON YOUR VACATION
DAN DUNN
YUH KNOW. THIS IS
FUNNY. DAN. HERE
WE ARE SITTIN'
AROUND A LONG
TIME WITHOUT
GETTlN' ANY ORDERS
FROM TH' CHIEF,
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US NO ORDERS
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By NORMAN MARSH
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Aft A TACK—LAST FEW DAV5
BEEN ACTIN'AS IF
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APPLE MARY
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DISCOVERED
RIDING
RODS OF
FREIGHT,
AND POT OFF
IN A SMALL
MEXICAN
TOWN. THIS
PIECE OF BAD
LUCK IS
TURNING OUT
TO BE A
STROKE OF
FORTUNE.
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SURE WISH I COULD GET
SOMETHING TO EAT
BEFORE THAT NEXT FREIGHT
COMES ALONG.
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PLENTY. I'LL ASK HIM
FOR A DIME.
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HAVE A DIME. I'M HUNGRY*
HONEST, I AM. O.K., IF
YOU CAN'T SPARE IT.
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By MARTHA ORR
BRINGING UP FATHER
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ARE GONNA DO
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THINK YOU CAN
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* daily shokt story
BARBARA
She Was Jealous of This Poised, Bea
Actress Who Could Claim So Much of
Attention.
BY GKANE ALLEN
Barbara Davis stood erect and
haughty at the entrance to the
Biltmore dining room. With a quick
sweep her eyes noted the occupants.
Satisfied that she recognised no
one, she nodded to the head waiter.
“I wish a table in a direct line
with the entrance,” she instructed
him.
“Certainly, madame," the waiter
said. Barbara moved to her seat
not unaware of the admiring glanc
es which followed her. Seated, she
pretended to study the menu, but
her dark eyes constantly sought the
doorway expectantly.'
At 10 o'clock that morning life
had seemed sweet and filled with
joy. And just a few minutes later
Jane, her “best friend,” had tele
phoned, and all happiness had left
her.
“Barbara," Jane said, “I must
tell you about this! I just saw
George Hill in the Grand Central
posing before a news camera with
a platinum blonde weighed down
with orchids and most artistically
rouged. I thought you-”
Somehow she had answered Jane
lightly. Only the evening before
the man she loved and intended to
marry had begged off from a
luncheon engagement with her on
the plea of a pressing appoint
ment, and like a simpleton she had
believed him. He had seemed so
distressed at misslng'an appoint
ment with her!
There was a sudden murmur of
voices in the dining room. Look
ing up quickly, Barbara saw, posed
in the doorway, a dainty feminine
figure, dressed in Quaker gray,
standing there Bhyly demure—and
behind her loomed the tall and ath
letic George Hill. So! It was true,
then.
Barbara saw at a glance that this
creature with George must easily
be 30—if not more. That gave her
some satisfaction.
Barbara was in a mood for ac
tion. She quickly paid her bill and
walked deliberately over to the
table where the two were seated.
“Hello, George.” Her voice sound
ed so cool and silvery. George
.flamed red to the roots of his hair
as he stumbled to his feet.
“Why—why, Barbara, this is a
surprise,” he stammered in confu
sion.
“Please make me acquainted with
your friend,” Barbara demanded.
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STAMPS
% Genius £
T^HE inspiring and soul-stirring
• music that today is allied with
the church in the form of the ora*
torio is attributed for the greater
part to the originality and genius
of the German composer, Georg
Friedrich Handel.
Handel, born in 1685, took to mu
sic at so early an age that he won
the backing of many an influential
and wealthy nobleman. At 10, he
was an expert musician and before
he was 20 he had already tried his
hand at writing operas.
Perhaps his most famous work
is “The Messiah,” an oratorio
which is considered the master
piece in that art. Yet Handel
wrote 47 operas as against 22 ora
torios, besides innumerable odes,
anthems and dramatic pieces. In
his 74 years, he also included many
instrumental pieces, organ concer
tos, sonatas and concertos tor other
instrumental groups. His life was
so full of activity that he became
. Handel’s birth.
(Copyright, 1935, NEA Service, Ine.)
blind, dying in
1759, highly hon
ored throughout
the world.
Recently, Ger
many issued the
stamp shown
here, on t(ie 250th
anniversary of
NEXT: What country’s stomp
pictures a “wife of a god"? 80
Adrienne,
“Oh. 1
Adrienne Kuster.
Mias Davie."
Barbara acknowledge
ductlon coldly. But she oould
overawe Adrienne,
smiling pleasantly,
"This Is indeed
Davis," she said cordially,
has told me so much about you."
There was a warmth and frldhdli
ness in her voice which disturbed '
this
Barbara. “Please sit down and Join
us," the stranger invited her.
“Yes, do!” George urged, hurry*
ing around to seat Barbara in a
chair at the table.
“Have you known George long.
Miss Kuster” Barbara asked.
“Oh, a long, long time!"
“How strange, George, that you
never told me about Miss Kuster,
since you are such old friends."
“Oh, George and I haven't seen
each other for a long time. My
work keeps me in Hollywood, so I
can’t see him as much as I should
like to.” She looked at the young
man fondly.
Barbara was burning with re
sentful anger, but she only asked.
“Then you are an actress? In the
pictures?”
Before Adrienne could reply, a
waiter approached to report a tele
phine message for Miss Kuster.
With a little exclamation she has
tened away.
“Barbara," George began as soon
as they were alone, “please don’t be
angry with me!”
“Angry ? I’m not angry, I’m Just
bitterly disappointed in you. Why
did you die to me when you said
you could not lunch with me to
day?”
For a time George was speech
less. Then—“I had to give you
some excuse, dear—any excuse.
Adrienne wired me—it was urgent
that I should see her-”
“So, the moment Adrienne wires
you, I become secondary—is thtt
it? Just what is this Adrienne to
you?'* she demanded.
“I wish to God I were free to
tell you, Barbara—but I can’t—at
least, not yet.”
“Very well, then—I shall not
press the matter. But from now
on, please consider our engagement
at an end.”
And then Adrienne breesed up to
them, all excitement.
“Oh, I’ve had grand news,” she
exclaimed. “The Lepages have re
newed my contract for another
year! Oh, Miss Davis, you're nbt
going?” She put her arm im
petuously around Barbara.
But Barbara deliberately extri
cated herself from the embrace and
stepped a little apart from the oth
er two.
“I’ll Just leave you with George
to celebrate your good luck,” she
said sweetly. “You seem to mean a
great deal more to him at the mo
ment than I do.”
Adrienne spoke quickly. “YOU
two have been quarreling?” She
looked anxiously from one to the
other. “Oh, what is it?”
George answered fcer. “You know
what it’s about,” he exclaimed, with
a meaning look at Adrienne. “And
what’s more, if you do not tell her
yourself I'm going to,” he added
emphatically.
Adrienne,” George was saying in
his earnest way, “you need never
have any fear about Adrienne—
never. She is-”
Adrienne interrupted with a lit
tle cry. "Oh, George! Please!
You promised——”
But George was not to be
stopped. “Barbara,” he went on, :
“you will always be first with meR
in my life. Adrienne — well, ;
'Adrienne is only—my mother!”
“Your what?” asked Barbara j
faintly.
“Yes,’’ Adrienne put in hesitant- |
ly, “I am his mother. But my car- I
eer, my work, demands that I must
always seem young, glamorous—I I
couldn’t let the world know of my |i
huge son!” With a tremulous smile »
she took George’s hand.
“Oh, George,” Barbara whls- |
pered. “Why did you not tell me j
this long ago?”
Copyright, 1935, The Chicago Dally ' .
Hews,, Inc.
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