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Dat’s de time when de baseball sea son opens. VAST EXPANSE \ He —Well, what do you think of the wide open spaces? She—l never saw such a mouth before, I’ll admit. IS THAT NICE? He —Yea, I’m the idol of my fam ily. She —So I hear. In fact, I was told you'v<* never been anything but Idle. FUNNY, ISN’T IT? u Angelina—Don’t be afraid to an nounce our engagement. All the world loves a lover. Edwin—Then why does all the world poke fun at him? DON’T REGISTER “What do you consider the most useless thing in the world?" “Being the father of the groom at a wedding.” DID ALL THE WORK “Have any luck on your fishing trip?’’ “Great. Didn’t have to row the boat once." The Distinguished Guest By JANE OSBORN by McClure Newspaper Syndicate. VV.NU Service PLEASFI page Mr. Brown and tell him that 1 have had engine trouble, but that I will be at the ho tel in a half hour. Tell him that he may save time if he is waiting out side. Then I won’t have to stop to lock the car and get out and search for him. This is Miss Mathers speaking. Mr. Brown will under stand." Dorothy Mathers was telephoning from the garage in a little village half-way between Mardon college and the bustling city of New Kent. She had still twenty miles to go. But with level road and little traffic she hoped to bet her distinguished passenger back to college in time for the lecture which was slated to begin at half-past three. Ridley Brown was a renowned philosopher who had been engaged to lecture at Mardon college on the impressions of America, and Dorothy Mathers was the niece of the college presi dent who had been sent by her uncle to fetch the distinguished savant from the hotel at. New Kent. Dorothy arrived before the Im pressive entrance of the hotel in New Kent exactly at the expiration of the half hour. A young man with a smart suitcase beckoned as she opened the door of the sedan. "I’n put my case in there," said the young man. “But If 1 may I’ll sit in front with you." "By all means," agreed Dorothy. "I'm Dorothy Mathers, Doctor Math ers’ niece. How do you do, Mr. Brown? She took a hand from the wheel long enough for a quick hand shake and then started off as rap idly as she dared. Once in the clearer stretches of the country— headed toward Marden —Dorothy told Mr. Brown that she hoped he had not been waiting long. Indeed not. he said. In fact he had just arrived. "But the jamboree comes off at half-past three," said Dorothy. "Half-past three?” questioned Mr. Brown. "Why, 1 thought it was after dinner—eight or half-past. I’ve got evening clothes. I can’t go through with it in the things I have on." "I’d like to know why not?” as sured Dorothy, and then they drove on in silence. "I had no idea you would be like this." was the next remark from the distinguished guest. Dorothy giggled. “1 didn’t know you had ever heard of me." “How could 1 have helped It?" said Mr. Brown, and Dorothy felt that he was becoming rather ab surd. For awhile they said nothing. Somehow It seemed as If they talked at cross purposes. Then Mr. Brown asked whether they would go right to the church, and Dorothy said they would go right to the chapel, If that was what he meant. And as they drew nearer to the college chapel where the lecture was to be held Mr. Brown grew more and more perplexed. Dorothy led him into the small room behind the platform. A distraught looking col lege president met them there. And seeing Dorothy's companion he looked more distraught than ever. “But word Just came that Mr. Brown couldn’t be here," he said. “And the chapel is packed now. Mr. Brown’s mother-in-law has passed away—” “My mother-in-law —passed away,” stammered the Mr. Brown pres ent. and then somehow explanations followed. The Mr. Brown present h. come from the East to be best man for a friend. He had been tola that the girl who was to be maid of honor —whose name he had for gotten —would meet him at the ho tel and drive him out to Brookdale. "But what shall we do?" the dis tracted president asked. “The stu dents are waiting for a lecture. It we had known before we might have got a substitute. But it is so late —’’ “1 made a speech last week." sug gested Donald Brown. “I had an engineering |<»h in Africa—had a chance to do some big game shoot ing—a few thrilling experiences—” The professor looked a little dubi ous. hut saw no way out of the diffi culty hut to accept the young man’s offer. No speaker who had ever been heard in the college chapel held and thrilled and inspired his audience so completely as did Donah; Brown that afternoon. Students and pro fessors crowded around him after wards congratulating him and ask ing him for further details of his adventures. Then at last when the crowd had left he turned to Dorothy. "Now I’ll try to get to Brookdale for the wedding." "Come along." said Dorothy and led the way to her car—leaving the dismayed president gaping with sur prise as they sped down the campus street on their way. “It has been a glorious drive," Donald told her just before they reached Brookdale, “Maybe we’ll be on our way to our own wedding some day—” “Silly," said Dorothy, “people don’t drive together to their own weddings. Not unless they elope." "Then let's elope,” said Donald. And sure enough —two weeks later they did.