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'HIGH SPEED GIRL' -:-
A Sensational Novel of
Pleasure-Mad Youth
CHAPTER 18
' The Kopper Kettle .. . that
Brt-y little tearoom . . . was a
chintz-bedecorated. cheery look
ing place.
So thought Bruce Harvey
when he found himself seated
in a corner there with Laurel
Oakes.
“Bring every kind of sand
wich, Mrs. Jones ... I'm dying
of starvation,” Laurel had an
nounced.
How young she was! thought
her companion. She looked no
more than 15 in her > simple
white dress.
“And now we’ll talk.” said
Laurel when the proprietress
had bustled off to fill their
order. “I know I’ve been a
bold bad girl, chivvying you
around like this. But ever since
I’ve met you I've had the most
frightful yen to talk to you
about myself!”
“But it’s only a few hours
since you met me ”
Well, I kinduv feel it’s a -sort
of milestone in my young life!”
She said daring things like
that, this child. Straight to the
point went she. with no beat
ing about the bush . . .
Complete frankness was. of
course, one of the younger gen
eration’s main characteristics.
Not a bad thing, too, thought
he. Though embarrassing at
times.
But he preferred it to the sub
terfuges and artifices of some
of the older members of her
Bex!
“We’ve only about 15 min
utes. Fire away.”
“Well, to begin with, I want
to say that you make me sort
of ashamed of myself.”
"How so?”
“Well, you’re so full of the
world’s good works, you know.
And 1...1’m just full of the
devil.
“So —er —I gather.”
A Superior Air
“Now I don’t like you when
you sound ‘superior.’ ”
“Far be it from me! I’ll keep
Bilent and you can do the talk
ing.”
“First of all. I want a cigarette.
Like hell! It sort of sets my
mind to working.”
“Here you are.” He produced
his case. She took one and
lighted it at the flame of a wax
candle.
“Pardon my slanguage! But
you know my little brain is in
the sort of ‘ ’twixt and between’
stage of development...ouch!
that candle singed my nose...
“But you like fluttering close
to danger, don’t you?”
“Ha! the man’s witty. So you
think I’m just another little
moth?”
He laughed and reddened.
“If you mean, fluttering round
ME, I’m enjoying it!”
“How you hate yourself!”
“On the contrary.”
“Quite sure? No kidding!
Don’t you really rather fancy
yourself in the role of minis
tering angel?”
“Well, that’s my profession,
Isn’t it?” He lit a cigarette
himself, took a puff and
watched the smoke curl.
“Don’t stall!”
“But I thought you were
going to talk about yourself.
Why drag ME into it?"
Over the corner of the little
table she leaned towards him
provocatively.
“You interest me—tremen
dously. You’re so—so sort of
detached —”
“Why wouldn't I be? What
time have I for the gay, glad
kind of times you’re crazy
about?”
“So? Why shouldn’t I have
my fling? Why do you criti
cize me?”
“Far be it, as I said before.
But I‘m not one of your gang.
I’m only a poor, hard-working
doctor.”
“And I’m a frivolous butter-
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♦ fly? Chasing.. .what on earth
am I chasing?”
"Happiness, let us suppose.
Only I didn’t know that but
j terflies chased bluebirds?”
“A clever allusion, isn’t it?”
Mixed Metaphor
"Illusion,” he corrected her,
“and a mixed metaphor, speak
ing ornithologically—”
"Well, we all want to be
happy as hell don’t we?”
He took another puff or two
at his cigarette. “Maybe that’s
a cleverer expression than you
think.”
“What is?”
" ‘Happy as hell.’ Are people
that are riding hell for-leather
after happiness ever happy?”
“Whoops! Ask me another!”
“Are you?” For the time he
leaned toward her, and those
handsome eyes of his were
magnetic. “Tell me. little girl
—I want to know—what is it
that you seek?”
"Heaven alone knows.” Her
voice dropped suddenly, as
though she were tired.
"Why did you particularly
want to talk to me today?”
And then Laurel Oakes said
a most curious thing. She said:
"Maybe I—like a whole lot of
others if only they admitted it
—are looking for a light along
the road...”
A light... in this queer, ex
perimental. transient period?
I Out of all the whoopie, this
gay young generation wanted
to garner real experience. And,
at the back of all their “flings,”
maybe there lurked a protective
caution that would keep them
from utter shipwreck.
The Girl Friend
Dr. Bruce Harvey stared at
pretty Laurel Oakes.
“I mean it.” she said, ‘don’t
think I’m crazy. At least don’t
think I’m crazier than any of
the others—say. Imogen.”
"Yep. She’s my girl-friend.”
"But you told me what she
did to you at your party in
the deserted house last night!”
“She was plastered to the
gills, poor dear—so I forgave
her. 1 wouldn’t hold a little
thing like that against Im.”
Loyal! Os course she was.
And generous.
"Go on.”
“We’re frank and honest, vou
know... but we flounder aw
fully. Racy experience.. .that’s
what we’re all looking for.”
“H’m. Isn’t it—dangerous—
rather?”
“Well, it’s a’ muddy stream,
perhaps. Some of us will floun
der out. with tarnish on our
skins... and some of us’ll go un
der.”
The young man said, below
his breath: "Quite a little phil
osopher!”
"No. Some of us learn to
swim., and maybe, those that
come through will think
straighter.. .finer... ?”
And suddenly the teashop
seem to dim... and no longer
did he see her sitting in her
little white dress beside him...
She was in midstream —a
muddy stream — with the cur
rent dead against her...
Her dress wasn’t white. ..it
was a sort of slatey-grey.. . and
there was a tangle of weeds
about her.
But. more than anything in
all the world, he wanted -nd
he would hold out a hand to
her!
(Continued Monday)
(Copyright, 1932. King Features
Syndicate. Inc.)
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Higher necklines, more fitted waistlines, and interesting materials in the new sports blouses.
That smart and proper sil
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waistline, comes naturally with
a blouse and skirt. With the
new blouses, that is. For they’re
cut that way. And they’re built
high around the neck, because
Fashion says it’s the new and
smart thing to do. They’re so
original, in fact, that it’s a joy
to look at them—and much
fun to wear them!
No Time to Lose
The most intriguing of the
blouses just at present are
those for sports wear—chiefly
because of the lovely new ma
terials. Os course, crepes and
satins are as nice as ever—and
we’re always needing one or two
—but the new knits and wools
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they’re making stunning sports
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and we advise your buying one
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Interesting Bridge Hands
By E. V. Shepard
The following hand required
both good bidding and excellent
strategy to obtain the maxi
mum reward possible:
AQBS3
V 742
♦ 10 6
♦ QJ73
A 9 f—= AAKJIO
VAK96 T 764
AAJ72 A 8 V
♦ AKB4 A843
± ♦ 9 52
♦ 2
VQ J 10 8 5 3
AKQ9S
♦ 10 6
Sitting second hand A made
an opening bid of 1-Heart. Op
ponents had nothing to say, but
B jumped the declaration into
4-Spades.» His partner reasoned
that his opening bid had caused
him to be trusted for three or
four assisting tricks, and that
B counted on winning six or
seven tricks in his own hand.
As A held much greater values
than his opening bid had
shown, he bid 6-Spades. That
ended the bidding.
The opening lead was Z’s
K of clubs. While it appeared
almost hopeless to fulfill his
contract, B played dummy’s
Ace. He led back A’s lone spade
letting it run. as he was obliged
to take a finesse with five
trumps missing, including the
Q. To gain entry to his own
hand, a low heart was lead from
dummy, and trumped by B.
When the K of spades was led,
Z showed out of trumps, and
the declarer found that he had
to play a double grand coup,
necessitating twice shortening
his trumps, so that he and Y
would each have Iqft just two
spades.
A lead of the 9 of diamonds
was won by dummy’s K. Upon
Interesting and
Timely Facts
The United States Army air
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raphy to such an art it can
take pictures of objects the
photographer cannot see. This
is made possible with the use
of a filter: pictures can be
taken through smoke screens.
British naval experts are of
the opinion that the new 8-inch
gun mounted on the latest
cruisers renders them immune
from aircraft attacks at sea.
The guns can fire a curtain
of shrapnel which it would be
impossible for any airplane to
penetrate.
The Belgian government plans
to spend $17,000,000 for strength
ening frontier defenses.
The Thrilling Story of a Reckless Modern Girl
Whose Only Thought Is to Have a Good Time
* soon as you can get downtown!
There's no better news in
sportswear than the mannish
tailored blouse at the left
above. It comes separately, in
blouse departments. For it’s
one of those predominating
fashions that you’ll find all
around the store as an im
portant sports dress feature!
But, so far. only in the separ
ate blouse have we seen that
marvelous new Rodier silk
jersey with a suede-like finish,
that we’ve sketched. (More’s
the pity the material doesn't
show!)
Square With a Point
Right next door is a cotton
blouse —one of those miraculous
new cottons that you'd never
recognize! It’s in a ribbed ef
fect. and very sheer —they call
it “ribbonette.” Here’s that
new high neck again—squared,
this time, with contrasting but
ton trim on the pointed flap
that broadens out the shoulder.
And matching buttons on the
square patch pocket at the
other side. It’s an over-blouse,
as you can see, fitted at the
normal waist, and boasting
short, short sleeves.
leads of A’s Ace and K of hearts
B discarded both his remain
ing clubs. Dummy's 9 of
hearts was led ana trumped
by the declarer. For his ninth
trick B led his 5 of diamonds,
winning the trick in dummy,
and leading back the 7 of
clubs, which he trumped. At
the end of his tenth trick B
found the following holdings
about the table:
AQB
♦ Q
*J V A A J
♦ 84 A B ♦ 2
Z
VQ
AQ9
To win all except one trick,
thus fulfilling his small slam
contract, B led his 2 of dia
monds. Y had to win the
trick, and lead his Q-8 of
spades to B’s A-J.
At first sight one might
think that Y could have dis
carded in some way to avoid
the end play that B made, but
careful study of the holdings
and possible opportunities for
discarding will show that B’s
play was feol proof. If Y had
attempted any different method
of play, so would B.
In case Y trumped, instead
of discarding upon the heart
or the club leads, B could have
readily picked up Y’s trumps,
just as he did in the end.
(Copyright, 1932, King Features
Syndicate. Inc.)
Our Rhyming
Optimist
By ALINE MICHAELIS
In Winter
Now, when old Winter’s hand
is on the earth
And the crisped leaves are
buried under snow,
I wonder, does the oak tree
long for mirth
And wings that stirred its
foliage long ago?
Does it regret the springtime
overmuch.
The mating songs, the nests
so softly lined,
The winds of April and their
gentle touch,
The primrose, that with May
was left behind?
The oak tree wears its ermine
robe with pride
And bravely meets the north
wind’s fiercest blast:
No weakness of regret for song
denied,
No murmurs for the sunlight
of the past
Life’s wintry bleakness comes;
but should man be
Os lesser courage thaij a
leafless tree? 4
The National Daily
♦ The materials are getting
more and more interesting as
we go along! That love of a
blouse sketched third from the
left is made in a knitted mesh
with hand-fagoting interspersed
in stripe effect. But whatever
it was made of, we’d adore the
way it looks when you "have it
on—that very short and very
new overblouse style that gives
the natural high waistline to
perfection. Notice the high,
round, buttoned neckline, and
the narrow self belt—interest
ing new fashion points.
Scarf to Flatter
High necks get that way by a
dozen different devices. . Not
often, though, will you find one
as flattering as the scarf effect
on the right. The scarf’s of
self material and grows right
out of the neckline in the most
(effective manner. The material,
by the way, is something to
wait in line for! It’s a loose
novelty knit, mesh-like in ap
pearance. In fact, it reminds
you of that nicest even knit of
stocking mesh. Long, fitted
sleeves, you see. And they have
a purpose—to wear with short
sleeve jackets, for that clever
touch of contrast!
Your Health
And Diet
By Logan Clendening, M. D.
A reader writes to ask about
the possibilities of curing vari
cose veins.
It may be said with confi
dence that most cases of this
affliction are curable with the
modern method of injecting the
veins. Formerly the only meth
ods of treating the condition
were surgical, requiring a more
or less prolonged stay in cd
in the hospital. Nor were the
results by any means satisfac
tory. If surgery was not em
ployed, the only treatment was
by elastic supports to the leg.
which were troublesome and
time consuming, and besides
held out no hope of a per
manent cure.
Treatment Recommended
Today the injection treat
ment has been used over a suf
ficiently long period of time
that it can be recommended' to
all who seek relief. If any
sufferer with this disease has
not heard of this method of
treatment and does so through
this article, it will not have
been written needlessly.
In any surgical clinic today
one may see a number of vhese
patients who have received lhe
treatment. I have seen one wo
man who had an ulcer on the
leg. resulting from varicose
veins, for 28 years.
Her life had gradually nar
rowed down to the point where
she did virtually nothing else
but dress and care for the
ulcer. She had been treated
by lights and salves and every
known form of treatment. Yet
a month after the veins were
injected the ulcer was nearly
healed and she was comfort
able and happy in her return
to an almost normal life.
A Happy Woman
It is not difficult to imagine
the happiness of this woman
who had for all those years
tried vainly to heal up this
ugly spreading sore. No won
der . she thought healing was
impossible. While that is the
longest period I have heard
of tlje existence of an ulcer
which responded to treatment,
similar cases are common
enough.
The treatment is by injec
tion in the veins of a solution
which obliterates them. The
subsequent healing of the skin
disease is due to improved
nutrition, from better circula
tion.
The treatment must, of
course, be carried out by a phy
sician. The method has be
come so widely known, how
ever, that in any community
in the United States today, such
treatment can be obtained.
SATURDAY—JANUARY 9—1932
'Ordeal*—-Another Gripping Story of
Love and Youth By John Held, Jr.
The crowd was at its peak, <
milling around the outside of
the stadium. They passed swift
ly back and forth. Some car
ried folded lap robes and extra
coats. The boys were solicitous
of their game date foot in the
autumn dust. The girls all gave
. the impression of wearing new
outfits. Many had bunches of
lilies-of-the-valley fastened to
their fur coats. Many more
might have had bouquets had
the florists’ supply been able
to meet the demand. To ask a
date to wear anything but lilies
of-the-valley was to break an
unwritten law, and was pun
ishable by the death penalty.
Besides it was bad taste.
Groups of solitary males
waited at the portals. They
were joined from time to time
by thair female companions,
who came up adjusting their
hair and hats. They entered
the stadium in couples with
out speaking. Empty ginger-ale
bottles were rolled about in the
dust by passing feet. Occasion
ally there was a flat empty that
didn't roll. The crisp air seemed
to be charged with restrained
voltage. The echo of a cheering
crowd sifted over the edge of
the dement embankment. A
band played on the inside, but
only the oompah.of the basses
could be heard.
Small whirlwinds of dust and
bits of paper came to life when
ever an opening appeared in
the passing crowd. Some timber
scaffolding protruded fro.-n the
cement wall, as the construction
of college amphitheaters seems
to go on forever. A project
of this kind is like contentment
it can never arrive at the per
fect state. The passage was
narrow between the scaffolding
and the wire fence enclosure,
and here the progress of the
mob was delayed. They filtered
through with gay comments
and laughter.
• The Passing Show
D. Thornton Buckley leaned
against a timber upright, watch
ing the people as they pushed
past. Buckley had foregone the
pleasures of a date for this
game. He had explained the
situation to her, and had sent
her lilies of the valley, and she
had understood and had ac
cepted one of four other invita
tions. Buckley’s father had
written to him a month ;go
that he would he up for the big
game and to be sure to reserve
seats. Buckley was watching
for his father. He hadn't seen
him for seven years. Father
had gone down to take charge
of the Southern branch right
after mother had divorced him,
and had not exercised his priv
ilege of sharing Buckley for six
months of each year.
Buckley’s father had insisted
that his son go to this college,
as it was the one he had at
tended. Here the name Dan
Buckley, ’O9, was still football
• tradition. Buckley was wait
ing for dad. The dad of the
80-yard run. But he was an
old grad and Buckley was un
comfortable.
A trio of young men stag
gered by. They staggered with
pride and imagination—not
from the half pint of gin they
had just consumed.
“Hi, ya. Buckley!” they cried.
“Hi.” answered Buckley. He
pushed back the cuff of his
fur coat and looked at his
watch. “I wonder if he
couldn’t make it. No, he’d
have wired me if he wasn’t com
ing.”
"What's the troub, Buckley?
Didn’t the old gentleman
show?” asked a passing frater
nity brother.
“He must have gotten lost,”
Buckley replied.
Suddenly he was conscious
that he had been hearing a
voice calling. “Hello, Danny,”
for some time, when a middle
aged man suddenly burst
through the crowd and fairly
bowled him over with a strong
embrace.
“Gad, Dan, it’s good to see
you. How have you been?”
Buckley squirmed at being
embraced; when his father re
leased him, he offered his hand
formally.
“Oh. Ive been fine.”
“How’s your mother?”
“Oh. she’s well, last time she
wrote.”
“Do you write to her regu
larly?”
“Yeah,” he answered quickly.
“By Gad. Dan. I don’t think
Correct Manners
Hotel Tipping <
Dear Mrs. Beeckman:
I expect soon to be living at
a hotel conducted on the Amer
ican plan, and there are several
little matters that puzzle me.
Whenever I am in this city I
always read your column, so
quite naturally I turn to you
and shall be most grateful if
you win assist me.
1. How frequently should one
“tip” one’s waitress in the
dining room How large should
the tip be?
2. How often should the maid
caring for one’s room be tipped.
And how large should the
tip be? B. S.
1. If you have the same
BY MAY CHRISTIE
■
By Mrs. Cornelius Beeckman
» waitress all the time, you will
probably find it more conveni
ent to tip her at the end of
each week. What you give as
the fee depends on many things
—that is why no one can tell
you definitely what to give—
on the kind of service that is
given, on the type of hotel, and,
principally, on one’s native gen
erosity. The minimum would,
I think, be a dollar a week,
and from that “on up,” accord
ing to all the things that I
have mentioned.
2. The same thing would ap
ply to the maid who cares for
your room. And about the
same amount.
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“WE USED TO WEAR COLORS ON OUR ARM, TOO*
you’ve changed a particle since
the last time I saw you. Let's
see, I haven’t seen you since,”
—his eye ran up and.down his
son—“since you were in long
pants.”
“Yeah.” laughed Buckley
dryly. It seemed strange to be
called Dan. Here at school the
surname was used exclusively.
Buckley had been named for
his father, but his mother had
entered his as D. Thornton.
Thornton had been her family
name.
“Yes. sir, Danny, my buck, I
certainly am glad to see you,
and I’m glad to be back here.
This arrangement is all new.
Hardly knew my way around,”
he said, looking about him.
“The old field used to be over
there.”
“Yeah, that’s the new gym
now.”
“I don’t care how many im
provements they make, it will
always look good to me.” He
still held his son’s hand.
A cheer started and he joined
it as a strange light came into
his eyes.
“With a vevo, with a vivo,
with a vevo vivo vum.” Buckley
removed his hand from his
father’s grasp and stood toler
antly apart.
The Old Yell
“Sounds good to hear that.”
“Yeah, it’s the same old yell.
Tell me, dad, where did you
pick up that pennant?”
“Why I bought it, as I came
up. A game wouldn't seem
complete wdthout a pennant.
We used to wear our colors on
our arms. too. but I couldn't
find anyone selling those.”
“I shouldn’t think you could,”
said Buckley.
“I did get a couple of these
feathers,” as he stuck one of
them in his hat-band. He
looked at Buckley.
“I got two—oh, yes, I wanted
to take one back with me. I
got two in case one of them
got smashed.”
Buckley exhaled with relief.
“I had begun to think that I
would be late. I couldn’t tele
phone to you because I knew
you would be waiting here for
me, but I stopped at the boot
maker’s in town to get these
shoes. The same man has been
making them for me ever since
I was a freshman here,” ex
plained father. But Buckley
had already noticed the shoes.
They were vici leather, black
and high. Buckley wore English
russet, fashioned on a moccasin
last.
“It’s funny. Dan. but I
formed - likes and dislikes when
I was here that will probably
last all my'life.”
“Yeah. I know how it is.
Want a drink, dad?” He
reached for his hip.
“No, Dan, I don’t drink. I’m
sorry.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” said
♦ Buckley, as he left the gesture
incomplete. “Smoke?” He of
fered a cigarette.
Good Cigars
“No, thanks, old man. I got
some cigars down town. I got
the same cigars we used to
smoke when we broke training.
Can’t get this kind down home.
No other cigars ever tasted
quite like these do. It is good
to see you, son. Have you got
plenty of money?”
“Yes, dad, plenty.”
“You don’t have to stint your
self on anything, do you?"
“No, dad, mother sends me’ -
plenty every week. And thanks
for wanting to get me that car,
but we can’t have cars here,
you know.”
“Yes, I know. You never went
out for team, did you?”
“No. mother always rathered .
I didn't.”
“Yes. I know.”
“I always felt I’d like to have
gone out.”
“Maybe it's better you never
did. Dan.”
“Dad, I had to take seats in
the cheering section. 1 tried to
get them some place else, but
they made me take these.”
“That’s fine, Danny, my boy.
I’ll love it. I haven’t a chance
to really yell for years. With a
vevo, with a vivo, with a vevo
vivo—atta, Danny, hold ’em—
hold ’em—that’s music to my
ears. It brings it all back to
me. The convict march after
the victory, and the big bonfire,
and the mandolins and singing
and the night-shirt parades.
This is the life. Dan. Wow.”
His father was waving his pen
nant about.
“The time we put the volun
teer fire engine on the roof of
the lab! The time we stole the
sign off the police station! Dan,
that was a big night.”
Buckley wished that father
would stop pushing him around.
Suddenly father caught his eye.
He paused and slowly lowered
the pennant and looked over at..
the new gymnasium.
“How about getting in and
finding our seats. Dan?”
“Yeah, I think we better— .
and. dad, I hope you don’t mind
sitting with all these students.” -
Father took his arm as they,
turned.
“No. I don’t mind. Dan. and
don't worry, son. I won't dis
grace you.”
(Copyright. 1931. by John Held. Jr.
Distributed by King Features Syn
dicate. Inc.)
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