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Training New Soldiers
Having spoken his mind with refreshing frankness
about faulty organization in the war department, the use
ful and outspoken Maj.-Gen. Johnson Hagood is now pro
posing a radically new system of training army rookies.
At present, as everybody knows, the new recruit
spends weeks and months just in learning how to do squads
right. The intricacies of parade ground maneuvers, the
manual of arms and so on make a long primary course
in the school of the soldier, and it takes a long time for
the pupils to graduate. It is commonly stated that it takes
from one to three years to fit a recruit for actual combat
service.
General Hagood thinks this is all wrong. He would
teach rookies to handle their guns in the field first and
let them learn the other stuff later; and he asserts that it
ought to be possible to fit a rookie for active service in
no longer than 10 days. His battalions doubtless would be
sorry sights on the drill field; but he says they would be
able to fight acceptably—and that, after all, is the main
job of the soldier.
Frankness in the Army
There was something rather refreshing—and, at the
same time, rather startling—about Maj.-Gen. Johnson
Hagood’s blunt statement that an overhaul of the War
department and army organizations could save the gov
ernment a neat $50,000,000 a year and increase military
efficiency at the same time.
High army officers do not often speak with such
frankness. And when this one asserts that the War de
partment is top-heavy and would collapse at the out
break of a war, it seems obvious that a pretty thorough
investigation is called for War. departments in all lands
have a way of growing rigid and unwieldly in peace time;
if ours has done so, as General Hagood says, a drastic
overhauling ought to be in order.
To be told, in addition, that this overhauling would
actually save us $50,000,000 a year makes the job seem
even more attractive. Official Washington might do well
to give General Hagood’s words some deep consideration.
The Low Wage Circle
William Green, president of the American Federa
. tion of Labor, is doing the whole nation a service by his
insistent attempts to prod the public conscience into ac
tivity over the growing sweatshop menace.
Low wages, he points out, are becoming more and
more prevalent. In certain parts of some industries they are
about down to starvation levels. The workers involved
are losing hope for the future. Their living standards are
being lowered cruelly.
Nor is that all. All industry feels the effect of their
lowered purchasing power. As the sweat shop worker
sinks down he pulls everybody else down with him. Low
wages are about the most expensive kind there is, and
Mr. Green is performing a public service by insisting that
we recognize the fact.
The I
Once Over
Epitaphs for a Major Mustache
(The mustache of Genera; Gai
shai Nagacka, flaring twenty inch
es on each side, was given a spe
cial funeral and buried in a mount
beside the General in Tokio the
other day.—News item.)
These whiskers resting neath this
spot
Knew sixty years of lavish
growing;
He shed ’em, for he knew they’d
not
Mean anything where he was
going.
• • •
Oh, pause and shed
A bitter tear;
A grand mustache
Is buried here.
• • •
A mustache lies
Within this grave—
It shows the folly
Of a shave.
• • •
For many years this growth he
wore
Upon his upper lip;
He knew he wouldn't need it lor
The balance of the trip.
• • •
For sixty years a man aid prize
This brush, and none can
doubt it;
He had to die to realize
He looked as well without :t .
• • •
The mustache lies here,
The owner does not;
The best friends, I fear,
Must in the end part.
• • •
To any passerby in grief
This thought it comes, as he
scans it:
Does it look better off the chief
Or he look better sans it?
• • •
This mustache rests
In peace—and we
Ask: "Shave, where is
Thy victory?’’
3ut if the Wheels Wabble..
Washington now proposes to re
quire the use of alcohol in all
gasoline used as motor fuel. It is
agreed by everybody that ;t is bet
ter to have it in the cars than in
the drivers.
About In nation, Maybe?
The Libby Holman baby will get
two million dollars. You can imagine
the futility of reading it nursery
stories about wolves.
Mahatma Gandhi is to go with
out food for three weeks, thus
putting himself in the position of
all people who dine in apartment
hotels.
Good Work
‘ A sixty-foot length of rope ex
tending from the window to the
ground gave him a hint of the
manner in which the thieves es
caped from the museum.”— New
York Times. Marvelous. Watson,
marvelous!
Thieves are now robbing art
museums, which is a very good
sign that the depression is over.
Herr Hitler flew into one of his
tantrums yesterday, says P. T. T.,
on an unconfirmed report from
America that a Jewish trombone
player had been seen in a German
band.
Quotations |
We saw this spring a resurrec
tion of the German nation.
—Dr. Hans Luther, German am
bassador to the United States.
' * "
Experience has shown how dif
ficult it is to direct discussion at
international conferences into prac
tical channels of definite accord.
—James A. Farrell, chairman of
the National Foreign Trade
Council.
• • •
A real hair cutter is an artist. He
doesn’t merely cut har, he sculptures
the head.
—A. N. Naso, president Ohio Hair
dressers Association.
• • •
My individual view is that the
.American public should suffer in
calculable injuries in other re
spects before the freedom of the
press should be injuriously affected
to any material extent wrhatever.
—Secretary of State Cordell Hull.
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Letter \
BY PALL HARRISON
NEW YORK.— Meanderings: In
the lobby of the Waldorf: A couple
of famous Wills—Messrs. Rogers
and Hays—guffawing over some
thing— In a once-popular speak
easy: The owner says the place will
close scon; also that 50 per cent I
of all New York’s estimated 18,n00
spoakies will have shut down be
fore the end of June. Reasons:
Beer and the unlimited number of
prescriptions granted doctors by
the new law—In Tin Pan Alley:
Re joicing among lesser - known
bandsmen, wfho hear that Ben
Bemie, Vincent Lopez, Johnny
Hemp. Hal Kemp, Guy Lombardo,
Ted Weems, Paul Whiteman, Abe
Lyman and George Olsen are go
ing to play the world’s fair at
Chicago this summer.... .At the
lake in Central Park on >, warm
afternoon: Four kids, on a dare,
peel their clothes and dive in. And
the cop turns his back to grant
them three or four minutes of
shivering enjoyment before he
sternly orders them not_At the
Embassy Club: Marilyn Miller,
Ta.lulah Bankhead, Hope Williams,
Walter Connolly, Bert Lahr, Arthur
Beckhard and Lenore Ulric. ali
halloo-ing at each other from three
different tables. By the way, Hope
Wi liams, the society comedienne,
likes to play the trap drums. And
somebody said it had been heard
that somebody said that Irene Cas
tle is going to dance again, team
ing up with Clifton Webb.
• • •
Celebrities Plus
At the very snorky Colony Res
taurant: More celebrities than you
could shake an evening stick at,
all dawdling until time to dress for
the opera ball. At one table the
sisters Lady Thelma Furness and |
Gloria Vanderbilt, with A. C.
Blumenthal, diminutive promoter
of big projects, and Maurice
Chevalier, the latter very red-faced
as usual, as though his collar were
too tight. Chevalier is vacationing
in New York, studying audience
reaction to his new picture, and
awaiting none too impatiently the
arrival of a trio of writers from
Hollywood with the story for his
next job—At the Metropolitan,
where the ball completed the $300.
000 fund to finance next season’s
opera: Three thousand people cos
tumed in the period of the Empress
Eugenie: but acting very nineteen
thirty-three as, hoop-skirts and
all. they crowded around the oar.
• • •
The Cherub Crop
By this time there are a lot of
actors in a score or so of Harlem
families — pickaninnies of various
ages who have been cherubs in
“The Green Pastures,” or are
training for the jobs. Most of them
outgrow their parts in from one
to two seasons, and are replaced by
younger brothers and sisters. The
play opened in 1929, has been in
tour the last two seasons, will cover
the rest of the country and, in
1936, will reopen on Broadway.
That means at least three more
crops of chocolate angels.
Harlem, by the way, is being
treated to scraps of a brand new
language. Broadway’s current all
Negro folk play. “Run, Little
Chillun.” has an impressive scene'
In which a purple-robed pagan
cult chants strange, sonorous mut
terlngs at the moon. These, it
turns out, are neither pig-latin
gibberish nor meaningless syllables,
but a new tongue called "Tongola.”
Hall Johnson, leader of the famous
Hall Johnson Negro choir, and
author of the play, is a linguist.
He made up the language from
Greek, Latin and Sanskrit roots.
Of course the vocabulary is in
comDlete. but he has held classes
in Tongola to teach.
The famous Hope Diamond is
supposed to be for sale by Mrs.
Ned McLean at $250,000 for its
44 1-2 carats. Going to be hard to
sell. The bootleggers have been
hard hit by the depression.
Nowadays, all is not gold that
jitters.
Fist fighting breaks out in a big
way between Washington and New
York baseball teams. Oh. well, it's
proved impossible to have any
fighting in the ring; might as well
have a little on the diamond.
Daily Health
_ Talk _
Now that the Celler-Copeland
medicinal liquor bill is effective,
physicians soon will be free to pre
scribe for their patients whatever
amount of alcoholic liquor is nec
essary. Former arbitrary limits on
quantity, on the alcoholic content
of vinous liquors, and the number
of prescriptions that might be
issued, are replaced by the stipula
tion that “no more liquor shall be
prescribed to any person than is
necessary to supply his medicinal
needs."
me judgment oi tne attending
physician is to be supreme, within
the limits of sound professional
practice, and subject only to cer
tain regulations now being drawn
under terms of the law by the
attorney general and the secretary
of the treasury.
These regulations wlil set forth
the maximum quantity of liquor
that may be prescribed at any one
time, as well as the normal fre
quency of prescribing. The object
is to prevent abuses that might
arise if physicians should prescribe
quantities of liquor sufficient for
long periods. Anyone who mis
represents to obtain a greater sup
ply than is needed is subject to
fine and imprisonment.
Physicians will not be required
to file in any government office
records of the ailments from which
their patients are suffering, as at
present, but will be required to
keep such records in their offices.
The prescription of alcoholic
liquors is still not permitted in
several states, and numerous phy
sicians in other states have refused
to take out permits. Many phy
sicians find the prescription priv
ilege an annoyance. These are in
dications that the right to prescribe
liquor never has been an unmixed
blessing.
Alcohol in the treatment of dis
ease may be beneficial, useless or
harmful, according to the manner
in which it is used, and according
to the type of case in which it is
prescribed. Sir Humphrey Rolleston
has said that its main value is in
an emergency, and as a temporary
remedy for stimulation, and oc
casionally to induce sleep.
Dr. Roger I. Lee has spoken of
its chief use as the creation of a
state of artificial euphoria, or feel
ing of well-being.
An elderly person, for example,
is convalescing from a mild cold,
or perhaps influenza. He is old and
tired. Where the person in good
health is unaware of his bodily
functions, the old person who is
recovering from a minor illness is
conscious of many mild disturb
ances. He is likely to be depressed
and miserable in mind and body;
he has no appetite and does not
care about things.
True, such a person may be great
ly improved by taking vitamins and
iron, and a suitable diet, but a
small dose of alcohol in some
agreeable form gives him a dif
recent, outlook on life.
His miseries concern him less.
He is likely to be improved in ap
petite and to have in his body the
will toward recovery, rather than
the lackadaisical attitude mention
ed.
I
A good share of the U. S. Senate
seems to want to change the ad
ministration's theme song from
“Happy Days Are Here Again’’ to
“Silver Threads Among the Gold.”
• m
New York woman who's just
turned 100 wants to live long enough
to vote for repeal. Never too late
to learn.
• • •
At last we know who the For
gotten Man is—Charlie Curtis!
• • •
London planned a “Joy Week,"
but postponed it until 1934. Prob
ably found they had everything
they needed for it but the joy.
• 9
Running a matrimonial agency
is just a sort of male order busi
ness.
• • *
Gent named Popoulossovitch
came to America to make a name
for himself. He did. Changed it to
Jones.
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Today’s Radio Features
MONDAY, MAY 8 (Central and Eastern Standard Time)
Note—All programs to key and basic chains or groups thereof unless speci
fied; coast to coast (c to c) designation Includes all available stations.
programs suoject to cnange. p. m.
(Daylight Time One Hour Later)
NBC-WEAF NETWORK
BASIC—East: weal wlw weel wtlc
wjar wtag wcsh wfi wilt wfbr wrc wgy
wben wcae wtam wwj wsai: Midwest:
wmaq wcfl ksd woc-who wow wdaf
NORTHWEST 4 CANADIAN - wtmj
wiba Kstp webc wday kfyr ckgw cfcf
SOUTH — \ rva wptf wwnc wis wjax
wfla-wsun wiod wsm wmc web wapi
wjdx wsmb kvoo wky wfaa wbap kprc
woai mbs kths
MOUNTAIN—koa kdyl kgir kghl
COAST—kgo kfi kgw komo khq kpo
kfsd ktar kgu
Cent. East.
2:45— 3:45—Lady Next Door, Kiddies
3:00— 4.00—The Whispering Banjos
3:15— 4:15—Songs at Twilight—also c
3:30— 4:30—Sc. .ler-SchmTdt, ’ianos
3:45— 4:45—Paul Wing’s Story—east
4:00— 5:00—Dinner Concert—also cst
4:30— 5:30—Himber’s Ensemble—to c
4:45— 5:45—Countess Albani—also cst
5:00— 6:00—Concert Ensemble—east
5:15— 6:15—Southerr.aires Quartet
5:30— 6:30—Elvia Allman, Specialist
5:45— 6:45— The Goldbergs, Sketch
6:00— 7:00—Historical Sketches—east
6:30— 7:30—To Be announced
6:45— 7:45—Ranny Weeks and Band
7:00— 8:00—Gypsies Concert Orches.
7:30— 8:30—Zona Gale’s “Neighbors”
8:00— 5:00—Concert Orches. 4 Vocal
8:30— 9:30—Radio Forum—also coast
9:00—10:00—Frances Langford, Songs
9:15—10:15—Johnny Juhnson’s Orches.
9:30—10:30—Brandwynne Orch.—basic
10:00—11:00—Vincent Lopez Orchestra
10:30—11:30— Hollywood m the Air
CBS-WABC NETWORK
BASIC—East: wabc wicc wade woko
weao waab wnac wgr wkbw wkrc whk
ckok wdre wcau wip wjas wean wfbl
wspd wjsv; Midwest: wbbm wgn wfbm
kmbe wcco kmox wowo
EAST AND CANADIAN — wpg whp
wlbw whec wlbz wfea wore efrb ckac
DIXIE — wgst wsfa wbre wqam wdod
wrnox klra wrec wlac wdsu wtoc krld
wrr ktrh ktsa waco koma wdbo wodx
wbt wdae wbig whas wtar wdbj wwva
wmbg wsjs
MIDWEST — wbcm wsbt wcah wmbd
wtaq wkbh kfab wisn ksej wibw kfh
wmt wnac wkbn wgl
MOUNTAIN—kvor klz koh ksl
PACIFIC COAST — lfhj koin kgb kfre
kol kfpy kvl
Cent. East.
2:30— 3:30—Lyman Beecner Stowe
2:45— 3:45—Artists’ Recital—c to c
3:00— 4:00—Don Lang's Story—c to c
3:15— 4:15— Fred Berren’s Orch.—to c
3:30— 4:30—Skippy, Sketch—east only
3:45— 4:45—Tito Guizar, Tenor—to c
4:00— 5:00—Reis and Dunn—also cst
4:15— SMS—Geo. Hall Orch.—basic
t-ent. t.ast
4:30— 5:30—Jack Dempsey G y m —
east; Skippy, Sketch—midwest rpt
4:45— 5:45—Geo. Scherban Orches.
5:00— 6:00—Theo Karle, Tenor—to c
5:'5— 6:15—Buck Rogers in 2433
east; Ma tin's Orchestra —Dixie
5:30— 6:30—Travelers' Quartet—east:
Freddie Martin’s Orches. — Dixie.
The Devil Bird—midwest
5:45— 6:45—Boake Carter — basic:
Kansas City Presents—west
6:00— 7:00—Singin’ Sam—basic; Am
bassadors—Dixie; Songs—west
6:15—* 7:15—Nino Martini, enor—toe i
6:45— /:45—CBS Piano Team—also c
7:00— 8:00—Rhythm Rhapsody—also c
7:30— 8:30— Musical Comedy—basic
8:00— 9:00—Country Club— east:
Broadway Melodies — Dixie; The
Four Norsemen, Songs—midwest
8:15— 9:15—Pollack Orch.—midwest
8:30— 9:30—Edwin C. Hill—also coast
8:45— 9:45—Carlow Symphony—c to c
9:15—10:15—Wm. O’Neal, Tenor—to •
9:30—10:30—Ted Lewis Orch.—c to c
10:00—11:00—Leon Belasco Orch.—to e
10:30—11:30—Nelson’s Orches.—c to c
11:00—12:00—Dance Hour—wabc only
NBCWJZ NETWORK
BASIC — East: \ jz wbz-wbza wbai
wham kdka wgar wjr wlw wsyr wmal.
Midwest: wcky kyw kfkx wenr wls
kwk kwer koil wren wmaq kso
NORTHWEST 6. CANADIAN — wtmj
wiba kstp webc wdav kfyr ckgw cfcf
SOUTH — wrva wptf wwnc wis wjax
wfla-wsun wiod wsm wmc wsb wapi
wjdx wsmb kvoo wky wfaa wbap kpre
woai ktbs kths
MOUNTAIN—koa kdyl kgir kghl
PACIFIC COAST — kgo kfi kgw komo
khq kpo kfsd ktar
Cent. Fast.
3:00— 4:00—Edward Davies, Baritone
3:15— 4:15—Dick Daring—east only
3:30— 4:30—The Singing Lady—east
3:45— 4:45—Orphan Annie—east only
4:00— 5:00—To Be Announced
4:15— 5:15—King Kill Kare & Adolph
—east; Dick Daring—midwest rpt
4:30— 5:30—Three X Sisters, Songs
4:45— 5:45— Lowell Thomas — east:
Orphan Annie—midwest repeat
5:00— 6:00—Amos ’n’ Andy—east only
5:15— 6:15—Octavus R. Cohen Story
5:30— 6:30—Groucho and Chico Marx
6:00— 7:00—The New Eskimo Show
6:30— 7:30—To Be Announced »
6:45— 7:45—Phil Cook and His Act
7:00— 8:00—Weekly Minstrel Show
7:30— 8:30—Melody Moments, Vocal
8:00— 9:00—The Hour Glass—also cst
9:00—10:00 —Anne Butler, Comedy
east: Amos ’n’ Andy—rpt for west
9:15—10:15—Welcome Lewis, Songs—
basic: Cohen Story—west repeat ,
9:30—10:30—Phantom Gypsy, Violin
10:00—11:00—Bert Lown’s Orchestra
10:3(^—11:30— Eddie Lane's Orchestra
SOME GUYS GET IT COMING AND GOING
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Movie Sidelights
CAPITOL
“Cynara,” from the international
stage success, is a perfect vehicle
for the inimitable talents of Ron
ald Cclman, United Artists picture
at the Capitol Theatre Tuesday and
Wednesday.
Indeed, even the suave, urbane
Cclman has made few pictures more
artistic and entertaining than this
one. Advance reports from Holly
wood—and from disinterested ob
servers, too—had placed “Cynara”
far up in the list of the season’s
best efforts.
Colman was never better than in
the role of Jim Warlock, the young
English barrister who. much against
his better judgment, Is drawn by
his best friend into what is called
a harmless flirtation and which re
sults in disaster for everybody con
cerned.
Kay Francis, in the role of War
lock's young wife, gives one of those
finished performances. And a new
comer from England named Phyltss
Barry soars to the heights in this,
her first Hollywood effort.
QUEEN
“Under-Cover Man," which shows
Tuesday and Wednesday a; the
Queen Theatre, is a peculiarly ex
citing melodrama of the upper-un
derworld—a story of thieves who
deal in tens and hundreds of thous
ands and operate from luxurious
Park Avenue apartments.
George Raft gives a remarkably
fine performance as one of these
high-class crooks—a steel-nerved
fellow who has always worked alone
and who becomes an under-cover
man for the police in order to iind
the murderer of his father.
Nancy Carroll has the Interest
ing and exacting role of Lora Madi
gan. the girl who becomes P&lts
accomplice to avenge the murder
of her brother, and falls in love with
the sleek stranger.
Ishbel MacDonald suggests that
we not take Bernard Shaw too
seriously, as he is a notorious leg
puller. So many of our British
visitors have been wool-pullers.
Too bad to see the Russians and
Japanese arguing over a few rail
road cars. We could send a lot of
ours that aren’t being used.
PflRLiriG Fool5 »
BEGIN HERE TODAY
MONNIE O’DARE, whose family
haa seen better dnya, work* in
Vernon’s drag store and helps to
support the family. She Is In
love with DAN CARDIGAN, son
of wealthy parents. SANDRA
LAWRENCE, pretending to be
Monnle’i friend, tries to win him
from her. CHARLES EUSTACE,
handsome newcomer. Is friendly
to Monnle but she thinks he is
Interested In KAY, her younger
sister. BILL, Monnle’s older
brother, plans to marry ANGIE
GILLEN as soon as her divorce Is
final. HETTY, a maid at Sandra
Lawrence’s home, suspects her of
“vamping” JIMMY, the chauffeur.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XI
A NGIE GILLEN, yellow-haired,
petite and windblown, put her
hand on Bill O’Dare's shoulder.
“Be nice, Bill,” she begged.
“Don’t be that way!”
He frowned at her. A tall
young man with the dark eyes of
the O’Dares, the crest of dark
bronzed hair, he was good to look
upon. He had discarded the blue
jeans of his daytime calling for
a neat dark gray suit. His white
shirt and polka-dotted tie were
correct even if he had not been
able to eradicate the traces of
grime from his fingernails.
“You said,” Bill reminded An
gie, “it was all off between you
and Stan. That he was going to
see about the divorce when he
went up to Cleveland.”
Angie made her reedy little
voice sound plaintive. “I know
I did,” she lisped. “I meant it,;
too. But Stan hasn't got the
money. It costs money to get a
divorce.”
Bill scowled, pushing the white ;
china saltcellar back and forth i
across the shiny white table-top. j
Angie lifted a thick white cup j
and drank her coffee, without in
terest. It was hot. It was very
hot. Flies buzzed annoyingly
around the restaurant door. The
heat of a June afternoon shim
mered all about. Heat brooded
over the street outside where one
or two shabby cars were parked.
"Let's get out of this dump,” \
Bill muttered. "Let’s get going." j
Angie stared at him, affronted.
‘You were the one who wanted a
bite to eat.” she reminded him.
"I didn’t pick the place.”
"I know. I know.” Gruffly
Bill demanded his check from the
limp waitr«?fes. His strong Jaw
looked set as he paid it. The set j
of his shoulders was sullen. An- j
gie, rouging her pouting mouth,!
pretended not to see.
They got into the rattletrap
car she had driven into Belvedere
the day of Bill’s arrest a month
ago. Angie put one ridiculously
small foot on the starter. There
was a clash of gears and the ab
surd vehicle chugged away in a
cloud of dust.
"We should’ve taken a lunch
and gone in swimming,” Angie
regretted, tooling her chariot I
along the road by the river. “We
were saps net to think of it.”
• • •
passed the country club
w uefe two or three men in
white linen with caps worn hind
side-foremost played golf. Be
yond lay the pool red and blue
caps bobbing on the surface. A
tall girl in a pale green suit did
a swan dive.
Angie stopped the car. "Swell.”
she observed. “Wish I could do
that!” She peered across through
the heat haze. "That’s the Law
rence girl,” Bhe observed with
relish. "Bet she brought that
suit from Paris. She sure has
swell clothes.” Angie sounded
envious. Bill wriggled uncom
fortably.
"What’s the matter? Don’t
you like it here?” Angie lifted
an eyebrow in his direction. "It’s
nice and cool. Best place I’ve
been today.”
Bill was plainly out of sorts.
He grunted, "Can’t hang around
here staring like kids outside a
candy shop. People’ll think we’re
crazy.”
"Guess you don’t like any of
your friends to see you with me,
that’s what!” the girl said with
out rancor, starting the engine.
Bill’s laugh sounded faintly
disagreeable. "My friends! At
the country club? There’s a
laugh!”
Angie said, "My Aunt Mollie
told me the other day your father
ran with all the big bugs when he
was young. Said by rights your
family belonged with that crowd
but you don’t have the money.
It’s true, isn’t it? Doesn’t every
body think your sister’s going to
marry Dan Cardigan? And
aren’t the Cardigans just like
John D. Rockefeller, pretty
near?”
“Everybody round here's
crazy,” Bill barked. “Just be
cause Monnie and Dan went to
high school together—” He left
the sentence hanging.
“Guess they’re pretty crazy
about each other, just the same,”
Angie said coolly.
“This burg makes me sick,”
Bill O’Dare told her, lighting a
cigaret. “You can’t take a deep
breath without having It in the
town paper. Monnie’s got lots of
friends. Dan Cardigan’s only one
of them.”
“Sure, I know. Give me one,"
Angie demanded, reaching over
and taking the cigaret from his
lax fingers. “Stingy!”
• • •
TMLL looked at her piquant pro
^file. “You’re cute, do you
know it?” he demanded. “You’re
a lot better tempered than most
of those girls in that country club
gang, even though they—” He
pretended to cough. Angie
laughed.
"Finish It, big boy. Say they
think I’m dirt and something to
wipe their feet on. It’s no news
to me.”
“I didn’t mean that,” Bill said
awkwardly.
Angie’s laugh hadn’t a trace of
malice in it. “I know all about
them,” she said. “When they
come into the shop they don’t
know I’m there. It’s all right
with me. I’m not sensitive. I
wrap up their chocolate nougat
and give them the ice just like
they do me. 'Specially that Law
rence girl. She sure thinks she’s
the cats!”
“Why don’t you like her?” Bill
inquired idly.
Angie considered this. “I don’t
know—exactly,” she said slowly.
“Guess maybe it’s because she’s
just a fake. What I mean, she
butters everybody up and makes
the person she’s with think he’s
the cats, too. Then she gets her
claws going and oh. kitty, kitty,
can she scratch!"
"She’s been friends with Mon
nle for some time. Monnle likes
her—I guess,’’ Bill said.
"She muBt have a reason then,”
Angie decided. "Friend of mine
works at their house. Maybe ^
mentioned her—” r
Bill winced. He was no snob
but it was a little galling occa
sionally to realize that the girl
he loved and whom he Intended
to marry consorted with the serv
ants of the people he'd once
known as equals.
• • •
A NGIE caught the expression in
the tail of her eye and re
alized instantly what It meant.
"You don’t like that," she said
shrewdly. "You don’t like hav
ing me know Hetty Link who’s
the Lawrence girl’s maid."
"It’s nothing to me,” Bill as
sured her crossly. "It’s none of
my doggone business."
"Well, she’s a funny kid," An
gie pursued. "She’s got a case on
the Lawrences’ chauffeur. Jim
Hewlitt—guess you know him.
She goes to the movies a lot and
tries a Garbo on Jim. Jim doesn’t
know she’s on earth, hardly. Now
she’s got some nutty idea that
the girl friend is trying to vamp
Jim and she’s all hot and both
ered about it.”
"You mean Sandra?" Bill asked
incredulously.
Angie nodded.
"Might not be far off,” she
said. "Jimmy’s pretty swell
looking in that trick suit with the
brass buttons. Anyhow Hetty
thinks he is and that makes it so.
She’s a one-idea girl. If Miss
Lawrence is smart, she’ll lay off.
! Hetty might go funny on them
and it wouldn’t be so good."
She interrupted herself to say^k
swiftly, "Look, Bill, you better ■
let me drop you by the station. '
Stan’s coming over tonight to talk
about things. Maybe we’ll get
something settled.”
"You’ve known that all after
noon and you only Just sprang it
on me now," Bill accused, black
as a thunder cloud. As Angie
slowed the car he Jumped out and
stood beside her, very tall and
grim and angry, above her white
beret and flying yellow curls.
"Sure I did but you had Bucb
a grouch I didn’t dare." she in
formed him with insouciance
She was pretty in a candy-box
way, this girl with the starry
eyes and preposterously plucked
eyebrows. She had a gamin, elfin
appeal in spite of the cheap gay
ety of her outfit. •
"All right," Bill growled. "If
that’s the way you feel about it
! Nobody’s going to twotime me and
get away with it."
He lifted his hat. Without
another word he strode away in
the direction of the station. The
afternoon train waB Just pulling
; ID- As Angie watched he Jumped
casually aboard.
She sat there, a small, ingenu
ous looking creature in summer
white, staring after him. Angie
swallowed hard. Once. Twice
"Oh, Bill,” she waded under
her breath. "Why d:d you d^
that?”
i (To Re Continued)