THURSDAY, APRIL 9, 1942
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER I—Karen Waterson, convinced
by her lawyer, John Colt, that she has a
claim to the island estate and fortune of
her grandfather, Garrett Waterson, arrives
in Honolulu to attempt to gain control of the
property. Here she meets Richard Wayne,
or Tonga Dick, as he is known throughout
the South Pacific. He is a member of the
Wayne family that has been in control of
her grandfather^ island, Alakoa, since the
old man’s disappearance. Although Tonga
Dick knows who she is, Karen attempts to
conceal her identity from him. Dick offera
to take her sailing and she accepts.
CHAPTER II—Dick goes to the home of
hit half-brothers, Ernest and Willard, for a
conference regarding their interest in Ala
koa. In the course of their discussion it is
revealed that the Wayne family obtained
the island for a small sum and under the
direction of the boys’ uncle. James Wayne,
it has been developed to where it has as
sets of around three million dollars. The
Waynes are worried that Karen may have
good claim to the island.
CHAPTER III—Next day as Dick takes
Karen sailing she learns that he knows who
she is and that he is taking her to Alakoa.
She wants to go back to Honolulu but he
refuses to take her.
CHAPTER IV—Although she is thrilled
by the sight of the deep water island, Ala
koa, Karen is afraid of what awaits her
here. Dick finds that his uncle, James
Wayne, 13 very ill. When Dick sees him.
James Wayne is upset over the pending
suit for the Island and tells Dick he will
under no circumstances come to a settle
ment
CHAPTER V—Dick tries to get Karen to
reach a compromise for settling the status
of Alakoa, but she will have none of it and
tells him to discuss the matter with John
Colt, her lawyer. She also tells him that
a native house-girl, Lilua, is romantically
interested in him. He laughs this off.
CHAPTER VI—That night during a storm,
James Wayne is found dead at his desk.
Dick realizes that he has died from over
work but believes some sort of shock must
have been the immediate cause. He be
lieves Karen was with his uncle at the time
of his death. Dick now decides to take
Karen back to Honolulu.
CHAPTER VH—On the way back Dick
tells Karen he loves her. They discuss
plans for disposing of her claim to the island
and she tells him that the matter must be
settled with Colt. They quarrel over this
and on reaching Honolulu part on unfriendly
terms, each decided to make a fight for
Alakoa. While Karen is telling John Colt
about her experiences with Tonga Dick she
discovers that Colt too is in love with her.
CHAPTER VIII—Dick Wayne attempts a
compromise with John Colt and when his
offer is refused he warns the lawyer that
his case is washed up and the end of Karen’s
Pacific adventure is in sight. Dick then
goes to Alakoa and examines the books of
the island property and learns that over a
long period of time James Wayne had been
paying out large sums of money for "old
debts.” He calls a conference with his
brothers.
CHAPTER IX —Next morning, Dick’s
brothers get a terrific shock when they learn
that old Garrett Waterson is not dead but
is now on his way to Alakoa. Dick explains
that the old man left the island over 20
years before because he believed he was
about to lose all his property. Being of
violent temperament he wanted to get away
from the past so he just dropped from sight.
In the meantime Dick has been working
for him. John Colt and Karen arrive at
Alakoa that evening.
CHAPTER X—Dick goes to Karen and
tells her that she is not an heiress after
all that her grandfather is very much alive
and will very shortly arrive at Alakoa. He
tells that he does not know what the old
man will decide to do. He may see that
Karen gets the island or he may allow the
Waynes to keep it. Dick again tells her
of his love for her and asks her to go away
with him. She decides to go and they put
out to sea in his boat. They discover that
the native house-girl Lilua has stowed away
in Dick's cabin.
CHAPTER XI—Dick and Karen quarrel
and she accuses him of having made love
to the native girl. He denies this, and
angered, orders the ship to return to Ala
koa. Meanwhile, Hokano, Lilua’s native
lover, who came aboard ship without Dick’s
knowledge, attempts to kill his sweetheart
and end his own life. He fails and is res
cued after he has jumped overboard.
Now go on with the story.
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“I suppose you mean,” Karen
said, ‘‘that this half caste girl, this
cousin of mine, as you say—”
“It matters a lot to you, doesn’t
it,” Dick said bitterly, “exactly w’ho
this girl is? I would rather ask a
woman what she thinks and feels,
than who she is.”
“And so,” Karen said, with some
thing like a tone of despair, “if a
brown woman, or a black woman,
can let herself go, more fully than
I can, your answer is—?”
“Karen,” Dick said, “if ever any
woman has to ask herself if she
loves a man, the answer is ‘No.’
The stubborn silence that fell be
tween them then was broken—very
gratefully for them both—by the
impetuous projection of Inyashi be
tween them. It always seemed that
whatever Inyashi did was high-pres
sured, and sudden.
“Captain Dick, a vessel is coming
in she’s three points off the quar
ter, now. I think it may be the boat
you look for. Hard to tell yet, from
just the lights.”
The two at the taffrail, swinging
their eyes to the left, could now see
on the horizon a speck of light that
showed winking in the rise and fall
of the sea—the high running lights
of a ship quartering in from beyond.
“All right,” Dick said. “When
we’ve anchored, I’ll go out and pilot
her in.”
When Inyashi had moved away,
Dick and Karen stood silent for a
little while. When Karen spoke it
was apparent that she was steadier,
better poised than he.
“Can’t you be fair to me?” she
said. “Can't you be honest? If you
and I can’t be frank and honest
with each other, who in the world
can?”
“Honest?”
“You haven’t always been honest
with me, Dick. If you had told me
at the first that Garrett Waterson
was alive—”
“More honest, I think, than you
with me.”
“I can’t imagine what you mean.”
“You’ve played your hand alone—
or else with John Colt never with
me. I’ve protected you in situations
that you tried to conceal from me
altogether.”_ ___
“Protected? What situations?”
“What would have happened to
your claim on Alakoa if you had
been held on suspicion of murder?”
Karen's astonished eyes jerked to
his face. “Murder?” she gasped.
“What on earth are you talking
about?”
“What do you think my brothers
would have done if they had found
out that you were with James Wayne
when he died?”
“But—but—”
“Oh, I know you didn’t mean to
harm him. Even without the—call
it excitement—of seeing you, I dare
say he wouldn’t have lasted another
twenty-four hours. But you know
how Willard and Ernest would have
seized upon the fact that you were
with him—and sought to conceal it.
The investigation would have been
an ugly and uncomfortable thing.”
“I with him?” Karen repeated in
credulously. “Why, Dick—”
“You see,” Dick said, “you’re not
honest with me even yet. Who did
you think picked up the broken lei?
Tsura? Dear God! I’ll never smell
ginger flowers again without re
membering—”
“Lei? What lei?”
“The lei I gave you, that I brought
to your room, the night my uncle
died. The lei that you wore when
you went to see him. The lei that
broke, and still lay scattered all over
the floor when I found him sitting
there, dead.”
“You mean—you mean—you’ve
thought all this time—”
“I picked up the lei I opened the
windows, and let the wind sweep
away the smell of ginger flowers,
and said nothing. I even respected
your own silence, and said nothing
to you.”
“I think,” Karen said, “I could
have forgiven anything in the world
but that. This is too much, Dick.”
“You see,” Dick said, “I believed
in you—I believed in you as I
haven’t believed in anything since I
can remember. God help me, I be
lieve in you yet! But I can’t any
longer believe that you are for me.”
“No,” Karen said, her voice
strange and shaky, “not for you.
Never for you again.”
“Again? You never were!”
“When you came for me, and I
ran away with you, from the Seal,
I belonged to you as much as I’ll
ever belong to anybody. More, per
haps. Even when your—when Lil
ua turned up in your cabin, in that
savage, half-naked rig, I was dis
gusted and hurt, but I would have
got over it, I think. Only—I didn’t
know you then.”
“You think you know me now?”
“As well as I ever care to, Dick.”
When the Holokai was anchored
again in Alakoa’s little bay, Dick
Wayne had Karen rowed back to the
Seal, from which he had taken her
such a little while before. They
had been gone less than two hours,
yet the circumstances under which
he had brought her to the Holokai
from the Seal seemed so far away
that they might have existed in an
other world.
As she left the Holokai he offered
her a steadying hand, to help her
into the small boat, but she stepped
down lightly without his help, hardly
glancing at him. They had nothing
to say to each other as she left.
The Holokai’s boat had hardly left
her side when Alakoa’s shore launch
put out from the dock, bringing
the doctor for whom Dick had ra
dioed. The same Japanese physi
cian who had attended James
Wayne came aboard the Holo
kai briskly, looking as gravely wor
ried as his round moon of a face
would permit. Dick took him below
at once.
Lilua was resting more quietly,
now, under the detachedly watchful
eyes of the Chinese mess boy and
the Filipino cook.
“This girl has been stabbed,”
Dick told Dr. Shimazu shortly.
“Very little has been done. Don’t
leave her until she can properly be
moved.”
The Japanese, evidently interest
ed by the notion that Dick might
have stabbed the girl himself, gave
Dick Wayne a shrewd and curious
look, but without learning anything
and Dick went on deck.
Garrett Waterson’s vessel was
standing in by now. Already the
mournful blasts of her whistle were
calling for a pilot. Dick Wayne
dropped overside into the launch,
drove it out of the bay in a short
cut through the boil of the break
ers, and went aboard the Sarah.
A stocky Norwegian with a curly
brown beard—his name was Stahl
quist—met him at the rail, and
paced beside Dick as he went to the
wheel.
“Might as well kick her on in,”
Stahlquist said gloomily. “The Old
Man’s in another fever siege
wouldn’t know you probably, even if
you could get him awake.”
“How long’s he sick?”
“It comes off and on. You know
how he is. He’ll be all right when
he wakes up. Probably be four or
five hours then he’ll be himself
for a while, and raising hell. I don’t
know what we’re coming to.”
Dick took the wheel, signaled his
engines, and snaked the Sarah in
through the coral. He anchored her
between the Holokai and the Seal.
“You’re in for it,” Stahlquist en
couraged him. “All the way up, the
Old Man’s been raving and cussing
at you for putting out with the Holo
kai without no orders.”
“When he wakes up,” Dick said,
“tell him to keep his shirt on. There
isn’t anything here to get in a hur
ry about not now.”
Dick Wayne went back to the Ho
lokai. On her deck he stood for a
few moments, looking across at the
Seal, and fumbling in his pockets
for his pipe, which had become mis
laid. He was still standing there
when Inyashi came trotting to him.
“How’s the Hawaiian girl who was
hurt?” Dick asked at once.
“I think she is still—all right.”
“Is she quiet now?”
“Most of the time. When she is
not quiet, she is calling for this Ho
kano. The doctor gave her a shot of
something, I think.”
“Have somebody cut Hokano’s
wrists and ankles loose and bring
him to me.”
“Captain* that is. dangerous. That
man will try to kill you, I think.”
“Do as I say, anyway.”
“Yes, sir.” Then, as Inyashi start
ed away, he faltered and turned
back. “Captain Dick, while you were
gone, the Seal sent to ask for a pilot
three times. They want to go out
now, they think.”
“They want to go out? Why, then,
John Colt must have gone aboard.”
“Oh, yes, sir, half an hour ago.
I thought you knew that.”
“Well—did you give them some
body?”
“No, Tonga.”
“No?"
“You see,” Inyashi said, uneasy
under Dick’s stare, “if we send no
pilot, Mr. Colt and Miss Waterson
will have to stay here.”
A whole lifetime spent in the Is
lands had never fully accustomed
Dick to the manner in which every
one managed to know everyone
else’s business. Just now it unex
pectedly appeared that Inyashi not
only knew all the ramifications of
Dick’s affairs, but had his own con
ception of what was good for Dick.
“What Mr. Colt and Miss Wa
terson do is their own business,”
Dick said unappreciatively.
“There’s still time to send them a
pilot, Captain Dick. Either Mene
hune or Kamaku could pilot those
shoals in their sleep. We can send
them a man, if we want.”
“Yes,” Dick said, so uncertainly
that it was Inyashi’s turn to stare,
“we can—if we want.”
“You see,” Inyashi said, uneasy
under Dick’s stare, “if we send no
pilot, Mr. Colt and Miss Waterson
will have to stay here.”
“If Ramey goes alone he will pile
up his boat.”
“Pile her up,” Dick repeated dim
ly. “Yes, that is exactly what he
will do. Well, maybe that would be
the best thing. Maybe that would
be the best thing for us all. There
wouldn’t be any danger to anybody,
I wouldn’t think.”
“No danger,” Inyashi agreed ea
gerly. “No danger at all. But I
think Ramey will not try.”
“It’s Colt who is deciding w’hat to
do. And maybe what Colt does is
being decided by—somebody else.”
“Sometimes,” Inyashi said cau
tiously, “what people do in a hurry,
when they are mad, is a big mis
take.”
“Inyashi, are you arguing with
me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, get out of here, and do as
you are told. Wait! Send a man
ashore. Tell him to pass the word
on the beach that I’ll knock the
head off the man who pilots the Seal
at any price. Ramey will get no
pilot from the Holokai—and, by God,
we’ll see that he gets none from Ala
koa!”
“Captain, I have done that.”
“You’ve already passed the w’ord
on the beach?”
“Yes, Tonga I thought I better
take a chance.”
“Good,” Dick said. “Good enough!
Now, go cut Hokano loose.”
Dick went below, still listlessly
hunting for his pipe. He was feeling
empty and sunk. He poured him
self half a tumbler of Scotch, drank
it off, and deciding this had been a
good idea, poured himself another.
Dr. Shimazu came into the main
cabin from the little stateroom in
the stern.
“This girl is lucky,” he said. “The
knife seems to have turned and
saved the lung. If it had not turned
she would have been killed as it is,
she is not.”
“Where’s the luck in that?” Dick
asked sourly. “Can’t you even wish
a poor Hawaiian girl well?”
“The girl is principally suffering
from shock,” Dr. Shimazu ex
plained. “These Polynesians have a
special temperament of their own
sometimes they are nervously ex
citable.”
He stopped, and stared blankly at
the companionway. Two rugged
looking Kanaka seamen had ap
peared, each of them holding onto
a wrist of the huge Hokano. As
soon as they had cleared the lad
der, one of them twisted Hokano’s
arm up behind him in an effective
hammerlock and thus they stood
waiting. Hokano’s face was expres
sionless, and his eyes dead.
Dick Wayne’s voice was harsh and
level. “You ought to be ashamed of
yourself,” he said. “Don’t you know
how to teach that woman of yours a
lesson without half killing her? You
get on in there to her, and see if
you can get her quiet.”
Hokano flung Dick Wayne one
wild, uninterpretable glance, then,
moving unsteadily, he walked back
to Dick’s stateroom and dis
appeared.
Dick drank his whiskey and went
on deck. What he wanted was to be
quiet, and alone in the dark, like any
animal which, has been hurt.and yet
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doesn’t dare let its wounds be seen.
But it seemed that in this night
there was no quiet to be had. Dick
Wayne had no more than walked to
the rail of the Holokai when the
Seal’s boat was alongside, and there
was a great clamoring for Captain
Wayne—this time from Rainey him
self.
“Well—what the hell is it now?”
“Look, Tonga,” .the one-eyed Ra
mey whimpered, how about giving
a guy a lift here, in a bad fix? How
am I supposed to get out of this
hole? How am I supposed to know
where the channel is. in a black
night like this? What's the matter
with giving a guy.a hand?”
“Just what is it you want, Ra
mey?” Dick asked, knowing well
enough.
“Half the boys you’ve got aboard
your tub are Alakoa Kanakas.
What’s the matter with lending me
one to steer me out of here, be
fore these people practically scalp
me, by God? These people want to
get going. I tell you, these people
are raising hell because I don’t jerk
my anchor up. What the devil do
you expect me to do, if you haven’t
the common decency to lend a man
a—?”
“Colt burning you up?”
“Well, what if he is? Can you
blame him if he wants to get his
sweetie out of this lousy sink? All
I’m asking is—”
“Tell you what you do," Dick said.
“You tell Colt to take a flying jump
into the bay. After he's jumped in
the bay, tell him to dry himself
thoroughly with a rough towel, and
put on dry clothes. Explain to him
that it’s very foolish to stand around
all wet.”
“Damn it, can’t you even lend a
man—?”
“I’m not lending you anything.
You’re going to keep the Seal ex
actly where she is until it's light
enough for you to sound your way
out. Even then you may pile her
up—and you know it! It suits me
to have you and your customers stay
exactly where you are.”
“I tell you, Tonga, these people—”
“Steal a bottle of whiskey and go
hide on shore. I’ll give you no pilot
tonight!”
“By Gar, then,” Ramey jabbered,
“I’ll pilot her out myself! I’ll run
your damn channel! I'll run your
damn shoals! There's no coral in the
Pacific that can stop me.
“You won’t pilot this,” Dick told
him. “The tide has changed on you,
Ramey you’ll never find the way
without someone to tell you where
you are. Go ahead and pile up your
boat when you’ve piled her up I’ll
take your people off. But the Seal
will never get out of this bay to
night.”
“I’ll get a Kanaka pilot off the
beach!”
“You’ve already tried that—or you
wouldn’t be coming to me."
A storm of blasphemous vitupera
tion from Ramey’s boat assured
Dick that what he had guessed was
true Ramey had already failed to
find a pilot ashore. Weary of argu
ment, weary of Ramey, very much
tired out with everything that was
going on around him, Dick left the
rail and went to the other side of
his ship. For a little while the shout
ed imprecations of the Seal’s skipper
still disrupted the night. But, since
he answered no more, even these
at last died away and the bay of
Alakoa was silent except for the
clink and thug of oarlocks as the
Seal’s boat went home.
Dick grinned sardonically at the
anchor lights of the Seal but it was
not the boat he was thinking about.
“At least," he said aloud, “I know
exactly where she is and where she
will stay, this one night more.”
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Adding to Bluffton’s observance
o' Easter was the musical program
of chimes broadcast from the college
tower Sunday morning and heard
thruout the town. It added much to
the Easter spirit and we would like
to have it continued.
Even old-time railroaders got a
thrill Tuesday morning when the A.
C. & Y. eastbound passenger stopped
here with a coach full of some
twenty-five youngsters from the
first and second grades of the Pan
dora schools. The children virtually
had a monopoly on the attention of
the train crew who patiently ex
plained the mysteries of railroading.
The affair—a railroad trip from
Pandora to Jenera—was arranged
by the teacher for the benefit of the
youngsters, many of whom had
never before been aboard a train.
It looked as if the army was
about to take Bluffton Monday
morning when a swarm of khaki
clad youths roamed thru the business
district for more than an hour. It
all came about when one of two
Greyhound buses transporting se
lectees from Camp Perry developed
motor trouble and stalled while com
ing up the grade on North Main
street. Both buses stopped here
until another bus arrived to pick
up the load of the disabled vehicle.
Asked where they were going one
of the boys replied “We don’t know
that—all we know is that we left
Camp Perry this morning”.
Old fashioned night crawlers still
make mighty good bait, so says Bob
Scoles of Cherry street who Tuesday
hooked a big channel cat that didn’t
get away. And just to prove it was
no fish story Bob showed his catch
to plenty of the boys about town.
It weighed six and one-fourth
pounds and measured 24^ inches.
Since he couldn’t be home for
Easter, Ensign Wade Lape called his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. S. Lape
by telephone from Oakland, Calif.
Young Lape who has been on duty
in the Pacific expects to be stationed
at Oakland for some time.
Little Lora Jean Trippiehorn,
three year old daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. Murray Trippiehorn, surprised
her parents the other day with the
remark that she was looking for
ward to Easter so that she could
see them “advertise” the babies at
church. Puzzled over what she
meant, her mother soon concluded
that Lora Jean really meant “bap
tise” instead of “advertise”.
Of the many categories of classi
fication in stamp collectors’ albums,
the newest is the axis and anti-axis
groups of stamps. Malcolm Bas
inger, son of Dr. and Mrs. Evan
Basinger, has a complete set of
stamps of these two groups.
The war lingo has definitely been
incorporated into the vocabulary of
the Bluffton young people as evi
denced in the following bit of humor
from Robert Coon, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Lee Coon. Bob’s latest is, “If
Uncle Sam is your uncle who is your
aunt?” The answer of course is,
“Anti-aircraft.”
Joan Clark is mystified by a post
card received recently signed simply,
Me.
While helping her mother get the
Sunday evening supper at Ropp
Hall, Mary Louise Dean found a
huge banana more than seven inches
in circumference and weighing about
a pound. The outside of the banana
was uniform but, the inside had two
centers, Mary reported.
Whenever anyone in the Bluffton
farming district, south and west of
town, buys a tractor that’s a red
letter day for Stanley Miller, Bluff
ton junior high school student, whose
hobby is to keep a careful record of
all tractors purchased in this dis
trict. Stanley, the son of Mr. and
Mrs. Arthur Miller living two and
one-half miles south of town, carries
a little notebook with him in which
he records the names of farmers who
buy tractors. The names are care
fully classified according to the
type of tractors owned. So far he
has 126 names representing the fol
lowing makes of tractors: Farmall,
John Deere, Oliver, Ford, Silver
King, Allis-Chalmers, Case, Massey
Harris, Moline, Wards Twin Row,
Rumelly Oil Pull.
Alice Ruth Pannabecker is teach
ing some of the junior high school
students to say words in the Chinese
language. Although we won’t vouch
for the spelling, the Chinese equiva
lents sound something as follows:
good bye, tzi tzi young brother, dee
dee older brother, ga ga young
sister, mae mae older sister, tzia
tzia father, ba ba mother, ma ma
dress, wadgsa preacher, moosher.
Clarence Greiner, living west of
town, was seen walking thru Main
street Sunday afternoon with a
string of fish that recalled some of
the choice fishing spots of the
Michigan and Canadian lakes. Four
bass and three crappies caught at
the National quarry, mostly about
two pounds each, stimulated us to
go right home and inspect the con
dition of our own fishing equipment.
David Stearns, Richard Minck,
Phyllis Hardwick and Louise Soldner
biked out to the Harley Marquart
farm to see Phyllis Sunday after*
noon. They were permitted to ride
in the big cab tractor.
Pandora
Richard Lesman of Alonac, Mich.,
and Miss Gretchen Sprunger of Berne,
Ind., were gue-sts in the Olvin Lehman
home, Sunday.
Amos Bracy sold out his appliance
store and is employed at Steiner
Brothers machine shop in Lima.
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of Toledo visited in the Dr. Neiswan
der home over the week end.
Benjamin and Elmer Burry are
partners in a food locker system
which will be established in a few
months in the Home Bakery.
Mr. and Mrs. Lowell Hatfield of
Mt. Pleasant, Mich., visited in their
parental homes over the week end.
Mr. and Mrs. Fred Davidson and
daughter of South Bend, Ind., visited
their parents this week end.
Mrs. Dr. H. Neiswander returned
from Kansas last Thursday after
spending several weeks there.
Mr. and Mrs. Ervin Bixler and two
children of Elkton, Mich., spent the
week end in the home of his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Adam Bixler.
Miss Carol Bucher is employed in
a hospital in Portland, Ind., and is
staying with her aunt, Mrs. Ray
Shank there.
Pupils of the first and second
grades of the public schools enjoyed
a train ride to Jenera, Tuesday morn
ing. All of the yooungsters enjoyed
the ride which was for some their first
trip on a train.
Anna Ruth Steiner of Byhalia, and
Lois Steiner of Columbus spent East
er with their parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Abe Sommers re
turned from Florida last week and at
present are visiting relatives here.
Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Schumacher
and daughter of Lafayette were Sun
day dinner guests of Noah Schumach
ers.
Miss Ruth Bixel of East Canton and
Mrs. Raymond Miller and sons of
Smithville visited Noah Bixel over
the week end.
Mr. and Mrs. Iner Basinger, Mrs.
Irene Schumacher and daughter Faith
visited Mr. and Mrs. Roy Ramseyer
and family in Jackson, Michigan, Sun
day.
Mr, and Mrs. Kenneth Geiger and
daughter of Elkhart, Ind., visited in
the Hiram Geiger home the forepart
of this week.
Mr. and Mrs. Clinton Leightner and
son of Fort Wayne visited Mr. and
Mrs. Ed Leightner and daughters,
Saturday.
News Want-ads bring results.
DON’T BRING
MARY--
SHE HAS JANGLED
NERVES
Is it any wonder that men often
try to dodge this type? Nobody
wants to be stuck with a jumpy,
irritable partner, who seems ready
to “fly off the handle” at every op
portunity.
“But what,” ask these Marys,
can be done about it?”
If constipation is the reason
as it very often is try the laxa
tive aid of the famous World’s
Tonic. The imported roots, barks,
herbs, etc., in World’s Tonic are
carefully blended under the watch
ful eye of modern chemical science,
in an up-to-date, sanitary labora
tory. Get World’s Tonic at Sidney’s
Drug Shop and all other firstclass
Drug Stores. (J 65)
FOR SERVICE THAT SATISFIES
SERVICE THAT SAVES”
1
Check and Rotate Tires
2
Get Regular Lubrication
3
Service Engine—Carburetor
—Battery
4
Test Brakes
5
Check Steering and Wheel
Alignment
6
Check Clutch, Transmission,
Rear Axle
7
Check Cooling System
8
Protect and Preserve Finish