Evening Star Newspaper, July 11, 1935, Page 44

Cc—6 WOMEN 'S FEATURES., THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTOX. D. C., THURSDAY, JULY 11, 1935. JAIT &% BAND % 8YNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALLMENTS, In his second vear with Babe Bunton's | Orchestra. banjo and numrj‘ d pleasing dance floor crowds with his singing, Paul Machanello startles his fellow | musiciuns and roommates. Bud and Puny Gormley, with the announce- ment that he is going to marry Ina Fred- | erickson, who is employed by the telephone | company. "~ The orchestra plays in the | Summer at the Trocadero in an amuse- ment_park two miles {rom the heart of Kansas City, and in the Winter at the Viennese Ball Room downtown. Paul Bud and Puny have been in the habit of moving frequently—at the request of land- lords. after riotous parties. ~On the eve of the wedding Ina asks Paul whether he s sure he is willing to give up the old he laughs when she asks whe vhitewood has ever meant he b honevmoon trip to Galveston. As he starts with Bud and Puny to meet Ina and Carol Havnes. her roommate, for the wedding _Jessie meets them and Paul Das trouble silencing Puny. who 13 disgruntled at the breaking up of the trio’s “home. From Galveston the newlyweds go to Dal- las to_visit Ina's family. _With misgiv- ings, Paul takes Ina to a party given by the Homer St. Georges. There is much drinking. and Paul resents Puny’s libes at his being a settled married man. Jessie warns Paul that unless he pays some at- tention to her. although she is married now. she will tell Ina about little Paul, INSTALLMENT VIL OMER ST. GEORGE came through the crowd and put an arm around Paul's shoul- der, “Want you to do a little erooning for the folks, ol' kid,” his host sald. He bowed to Ina, his white teeth flashing apologetically un- | der his mustache. “We'll bring hml; right back,” he assured her. Paul, usually reluctant to sing at| parties, was now in expansive mood. | Warble for the people? Sure! Glad | to. Absolutely. | He stood in the center of the floor and sang, Whitney strumming a uke 2t his side. The floor swayed gently | and the listeners were a blur, but his voice was clear and his rhythm un- consciously perfect. When he flnslly‘ was allowed to stop, approbation pour- ed upon him from all sides. Ina was still talking to Bud and Jessie when he returned. “Dry again” he said, holding a | glass out to Bud. “Floor's dusty,” he explained. \ Bud made no move to fill the glass. [ “Paul,” he said, “you're gettin’ drunk. | You and Ina go hunt up Mrs. St. G. Because we're going home shortly.” “No! Can’t go home yet. Gotto see Puny, :Wanta tell him about some wisecracks he's been makin'. Bud shook his head. His mouth | looked firm. “You're going home,” he | replied. | Paul smiled good-humoredly, pa- tiently. “Mus’ have misunderstood | me,” he explained to the others, with | alcoholic gravity. “Impos’ble to lea)'ei Just now. Sorry Ina stepped close to him, her eves | suddenly grave. “Honey,” she said, | softly. “It's late. Hadn't we better | find Mr. and Mrs. St. George and then go. You can see Puny tomor- | Tow.” 1 He looked at her and appeared to| consider, a vain struggle for coherence | plainly visible in his face. He tugged uncertainly at his collar. “Hate to dis’point you, Babe,” he answered, gently. “Feel terrible about | it. But I really mus’' c-confer with | Puny. Only a little tech-technicality, | Honey, jus’ little technicality.” | She regarded him steadily, her ex- | pression curious, her eyebrows a per- | turbed line. Bud came from behind the tea-cart. a determined light in his gray eyes. “Let's get goin’, Paul,” he | said quietly. | Jessie. who had been leaning against the wall, an intent spectator of the little tableau, came forward suddenly. | “Better run along, Hot-Shot,” she | advised. “Puny’s in no condition to talk about technicalities. He's in the butler’s pantry, tight as a boiled owl, and—-." “Who's boiled owl12” They turned. Puny confronted them, short legs planted firmly apart, | his face red, a ludicrous, inquiring ex- pression distorting his round features. Paul walked up to him, Bud follow- ing grimly. Several of the other guests | gathered around, their faces expec- tant. Paul surveyed the unsteady Puny appraisingly. The circle of ‘watchers grew, expecting some fun. “Wanna talk to you Fatso,” began Paul. “Wanna—" “Wanna talk t’ me, didja? Sorry. I'm out jus' now. You can talk to me, though.” “Well—guess thatll be all right. | Won't take much of your time.” “Well—c-n give you fi-minutes, I guess. State y' business.” Bud pulled at Paul's arm. “Come | His sodden brain gave his tongue full | 1 “An’ don't make that mistake again. An' keep y' tongue off me, too.| Und’stan’? Heard enough cracks outa you, an’' don't intend t' listen to another one. That's all—Blimp!” Puny hooted insolenily. He thrust his face close to Paul’s, his lip curling in a complacent smirk. “Oh, yeah?” he inquired, thickly. “Li'l angel Paul mad, ooh!” Paul's mouth opened. A dark tinge crept along his cheekbone, but he sud- denly seemed to consider the listening ears and controlled himself with an effort. He did not reply. There was no stopping Puny now. leash. “You—married!” he scorned. “Why’s ridiculush! Some guys marry {'r love. Some t' beat the’ income tax., But with you—it's justa new face—." Paul's hectored senses were trans- fixed by a streak of fire. Bud caught at his arm, but he was too late. Paul's arm flashed out and there was a sickening thud as his fist smashed into Puny’s mouth, hurling him backward over the tea-cart which collapsed un- der his weight, its contents flying to the tiled floor with a splintering sound of breaking glass. He struck the floor heavily and lay huddled amid the wreckage of the cart, his head | rolling limply from side to side. There | was a gasp of consternation, then pan- | demonium. Men seized Paul; others rushed to extricate his fallen opponent. All talked at once, white-faced, hoarsely. The excited host sought to| draw Paul away from the scene, sooth- | ing, reassuring, enjoining, but he| stood, rooted to the spot, his eyes on the animated ring about the recum- bent Puny. Ina, who still stood be- hind him, suddenly clutched his arm, and he turned. She was trembling violently, every vestige of color gone, but she made a brave effort at self- control. She spoke to him, her voice low, an agonized quality in it that | riveted his attention to her instantly. | “Oh-h—Honey!” she breathed.| “Please see if he is hurt.” He patted her hand, almost over- | come by her softness where he had | expected only scorn for his drunken exhibition. “Bud,” he said. “Stay with her a minute, will you?" He pressed into the circle around Puny, who was just being assisted to his feet. He was a sorry sight, clothing disarranged, hair disheveled, lips swollen and blue where Paul's knuckles had struck, blood trickling from excoriations on his face, made by the flying glass. { M NOT ILL. THE HEAT L AND STEAM FROM BOILING CLOTHES \_EXHAUSTED ME = i i I How FooLISH TO ‘" SLAVE ON THIS SCORCHING DAY RINSO IS A LIFESAVER! | HAD THE EASIEST WASHDAY OF MY LIFE TODAY— YET MY WASH 1S WHITER THAN EVER TRY IT FOR DISHES, T0O. IT'S GRAND! | door. me, Honey,” she said, smilingly sym- | He stared uncertainly at this fel- [low, who strode up to him and ex- *tended his hand. “Sorry, old kid,” Paul apologized. *“I didn’t mean that. Feel okay?” Puny's face went dark. He ignored the proffered hand, brushing past Paul without a word. ‘“Come on, Whitey,” he ordered shortly, “Let's get outa here.” Paul looked after the vanishing pair | a moment, his face working spasmodi- cally. Then he squared his shoulders and replying monosyllabically to the sympathetic comment of several by- standers, returned slowly to where Bud and Ina awaited him. He seemed dazed by the turn of events. Ina gathered his hands in both of hers. “I saw him, Honey,” she said quietly. “And I'm awfully sorry.” “Aw—that little play was all un- called for,” declared Bud, impatiently. “Puny can be a perfect ass when he wants to be.” Paul waved a hand. “Forget it,” he | said. But his face belied his words. The party broke up abruptly. Guests departed, scandal - loving tongues already busy in discussion of the piece-de-resistance of the night's crop of material. ‘The hostess held Ina's hand at the “I want you to come to see pathetic. “And don’'t worry your pretty head about tonight. I'm sure we all understand perfectly.” She shook hands with Paul. “Good night, One-round Flanagan,” ghe bantered laughingly. He shook his head uncertainly. It was nearly dawn when they reached the apartment. Bud called a cheerful farewell and drove away with a rattle of fenders. the stairs and sank down on the cushions of the divan in the living | room. Paul sat silently, his mind on the tragic happenings of the night, his thoughts far from pleasant. Sud- denly he realized that Ina was crying; | she clung to him with hot fingers, her sobbing convulsive, heart-broken. He held her tightly, kissed her eyes, her quivering chin, her grief-stricken mouth, and laid his cheek against her wet one. He begged her to tell him what was the matter, but she could only shake her head incoher- ently and clasp him tighter, her dis- tress completely mastering her. Fin- ally, when he was almost at his wits’ end, the climax passed and she was gradually able to talk, although brok- enly, attesting to the severity of the shock that she had sustained. “I—I can't help it, H-Honey,” she choked. “I know how you f-feel about Puny—" “Is that all? that, darling.” “B-but honey, you—you've been pals all your life, and—and now I've Don't worry about USE RINSO. IT SOAKS ) ( THAT'S MARVELOUS! (LL TRY AT They climbed | - Uncle Ray’s Corner (3 Wells for Water. HERE is an old Chinese proverb } example) many persons ix cities ob- which says, “Dig & well before | taln water by buying it. from men you are thirsty. {who wheel barrels or thnks of it That is & good idea, and it} through the streets. It is:said that a is followed in most parts of the world. : reason the Chinese fell into the cus- When we dig or drill a well, we reach | tom of drinking so much tea was be- ground water sooner or later. It may'cause they did not have a safe water be within a few feet of the surface, {Supply in many sections. By boiling | but in that case we should keep on water for tea, they kill germs and driling. Water which we find near ; make it safe to drink. { the ground surface is not safe to drink, } In drilling a well we may go through unless it comes from springs which | several layers of rock. Some cities are known to contain pure water. | obtain their public water supply from | As water flows through the rocks,. Wells, and may be so careful that they | it tends to “purify” itself. Deep wells, g0 down hundreds of feet. In Rock-| especially those with a depth of more than 100 feet, are almost sure to con- | tain pure water. In some countries (in China, tnr‘r ANY WOMAN come between you. And—and Ididn't want to.” “He had it coming,” sald Paul grimly. “He asked for it. He's been asking for it ever since we got mar- ried.” She considered in silence, an occa- slonal shudder passing through her, the aftermath of the storm that had | swept her slight body. Then she sat up holding Paul's face between her hands, looked deeply into his eyes. She shook her head negatively at what she saw. “No!". he replied flercely. “Nothing is your fault, sweetheart. It's the way I've been. And tonight I tried ' to drag you down to my level—but it won't happen again. What I did tonight was—rotten; I mean getting liquored up and bringing a lot of | embarrassment on you—making you | suffer. It's asking a lot to ask you to overlook that, but——" He stopped and stared at the floor, his manner doubtful. She w-u:hed‘ him, her eyes suddenly glad. “I have, | already, Honey,” she intoned. His face lighted up. His rellef was evident. “Then we'll get by, Puny or | no Puny. As if he made any differ- ence when I've got you. But—do you— do you still love me?” She kissed him swiftly, her arms close about his neck. “You know | that,” she said simply. “As much as ever?” “More every day.” “And will you happens?” She smiled into his eves. “What- | ever happens,” she echoed softly. (To be continued.) circulation always—whatever NEXT WASHDAY GEE, MOM, YOURE THROUGH EARLY—AND YOU LOOK SO CQOL Cleansing Cream THAT'S BECAUSE | DIDN'T SCRUB OR BOIL THE CLOTHES — THANKS TO BARBARA Think of it...this SAFE soap water. soaks clothes whiter and brighter RY RINSO1—in washing machine or tub. Sée how it soaks out dirt —gets clothes whiter without scrubbing or boiling. (Even stubborn cuffs and edges come clean with a little gentle rubbing between the fingers.) See how Rinso whips at once into creamy, lasting suds —even in hardest See how bright and fresh colors come! last longer washed this gentle way. ““Use Rinso,”’ say washer experts The makers of 34 famous washers recommend Rinso. Mar- velous for dishes and all cleaning. Grease goes in a jiffy, Clothes ford, Ill., a well was drilled to a depth of 1,600 feet. The “old oaken bucket” is famed in song and story. It was used by thou- | sands of early settlers on this con- tinent. and a rope, the bucket was let down into an open well, and then was drawn up again, full of water which was usually, but not always, fit to drink. The open well system has been changed almost everywhere in our land. Farms stiil have wells, but the water is pumped. Often the pump- ing is done by windmills or by gaso- line engines. People who go from city to coun- | try to spend vacations should be care- {ful about the water they drink. It is dangerous to drink from wells or springs which are not known to sup- ply pure water. It is no proof that water is pure because it is “clear as crystal” Typhoid and other germs DVELIER PROLONGING THE SUMMERTIME OF YOUR BEAUTY Barbara Gould Circulation Cream does more than whip a flagging into vigorous activity. 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