Evening Star Newspaper, October 7, 1936, Page 8

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Get Pluto from your dm;fl::.—mher in the 25c size or 50c size which_contains three times the.quantity. In 1 hour or less, your constipation will and you'll. feel IJI.IJ'I'I] VAT R WhenNature Won 't — Pluta Will - | yuurdly didn't you?” | Charles J. Upham, e MOIT any other girl would have divorced “Bift” Bronson, 80 dubbed because he took unholy joy in bifing other men on their various jaws, and often on the slightest pre- text. But trim, auburn-haired lit- tle Joan didn't want to go home and admit that she had been wrong about Biff, possibility at which her parents had hinted before the marriage. Too. perhaps Joan still found it fn her heart to love this tall, broad - shouldered blond lad who so regularly abused her sensibilities with his militant tac- | tics. .If he had smitten her with his big right fist, the hurt would have been less than the terror, the embar- rassment she had so often suffered, especially in the little park across the street from the apartment. “Mr. Lawrence called me up to- day,” Joan was just now telling Biff. “Yeat . What was he trying to | gt oft his ‘sunken chest?” “He intimated that the foreman at his furniture warehouse was getting & 1ittle too rough with the men working under him. You hit another fellow “Oh, just- upped him when he tried | t heavy.” “Tapped him so hard that he had to | | 8 to a doctor.” “So what? Why doesn't old man Lawrence talk to me? I've got broad shoulders for him to sob on.” “He says he has talked to you, | Biff. A dosen times. And sll he gets is & promise from you—and | disappointment later on. He wants | to transfer you up to the retall | store.” “Yeah! I've heard that one, too— How do you do, Mrs, Swaggerswank | . . Something in modern? . . . | Yes, indeed! 111 be delighted to | escort you to the floor and—and | hooey!” to * k% “You know furni- | ture, all right, Biff. And you | could sell it. Mr. Lawrence knows | that, too. You'd be a lot more val- | uable to him, and to us, in the store | | than you would brawling away wur | time down at the warehouse “You have & sense of color bar- mony, Biff—besides black and blue. You could work up into the decora- | tion end of—" “And we could take our evening | jsunt over to the park and inhale | some ocooler air than that in this JOAN sighed. He stopped abruptly. | ernoon—" | the popping impact of knuckles land- THE EVE. 'DAILY SHORT STOR! BRIGHT BRIDE By Cliff Walters. get my you, mister?” The uuuh‘r stranger, who went tumbling bBack- ward, “Big, brave Mr. Bronson!” “Come on,” said Bifft. “The by~ standers are mov- ing in on us."” “Go on back to the beer joint!” Joan said, eveniy. o4 e Sfll turned away, damped her handkerchielf at the fountain and pressed it gently to the forehead of the vanquished stranger. “Don’t be & fool!" Biff glowered. “Why not?” she countered. “A wife should be as companionable. as possible with her husband!" Biff reddened, turned away and strode back toward the beer jolnt. Ten mirutes 1ater & young man strolled by the bench. He did more than look at Joan. He spoke to her and sat down. By the time Biff entered the park his wife and the young man were strolling down a path fringed with lliac bushes. He stopped abruptly, peered around | a lilac bush. His wife was standing there in the TWarkness. He had | an arm about her and she was saying softly: - “Not now, Larry, fellow. I'm ex- pecting company. But tomorrow afte Bill was frothing with more than the three schooners of beer he had | drunk. He leaped, lashed out at thé head of that silhouette about which | Joan's arms were pressed. There was ing on their target. “Oh! Oh!” T x % & 1 BIFF was doudling up, pressing his | right hand against his body and .ro-nln( Joudly. ! “Biff!” Joan cried—and piloted him ‘ away toward the fountain. “My hand!” he mumbled thmulh* clenched teeth. “And I didn’t even knock—the dirty chiseler down!” Joan got her husband back to the | apartment, where she hurriedly called | & doctor. “It'll be » Jong time before he hits anybody else” opined the doctor, applying bandages. “Yeah!” BMf growled. “And won't | the warehouse gang hoot! I—I hate | to go back there this way. Golly! I two-by-four apartment. Come on, Joany.” “I—I'd rather not go over there, Biff.” Biff eventually had his way. He always did. He said, “You stroll on over to the bench by the fountain, Joany. I'm ducking into the joint downstairs for & schooner of beer.” “Two or three schooners” said Joan, listlessly starting alome towsrd the park. A MIDDLE-AGED stranger eyed Joan ss she sat down on the park bench. Joan sensed troubie brewing. She got up, started stroll- ing down the fountain path. The stranger didn't follow her. Yet he was there when she returned to the bench. He was still looking when Biff came walking toward his wife. Biff bristled and Joan's heart sank. “Come on!" she said, ncrvomly “Let's walk.” Bift walked, all right. But toward the middle-aged stranger. He said, e Puerto Rico Slum Bids In. SAN JUAN, Puerto Rico, October 7 (#).—First bids for the construction of % ¥ % ! a model village to be called “Eleanor Roosevelt,” recelved yesterday by the Puerto Rico Reconstruction Adminie- tration, called for the erection of 30 dwellings. 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Infant Jelemochin Ssnning, 83 L In’lnt Norma Perguson, Gallinger Hos- pital. . Births Reported. Lelehton 1. and Amy & Tracewell, girl Dli- snd Angels ‘& Walter G. and unn-. boy. Edmund T, and_Ma: Shes. bor. Walter A. and Prances { James B and Gladys Hawk e, o7 Roy and Helen Youns. Letoy and Anns Brai -m. Issac and Pauline pital. -ny HSpital. Hospital. Fenton Samuel and Mary Leonard R. and Hat (@ STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. wonder if Mr, Lawrence would trans- fer me up to the store.” “I'll call him right now,” said Joan. BIff worked at the store for a month. His ssles mounted rapidly and he And Joan moved away from the littie apartment Iacing the park. “I'm glad that 1 bunged up my fist” sald Biff' oné evening. “It did sometliing to me, something that fiade me wantito act more eivilissd— and apeiogise fo every man I've évér hit. But I still,don’t know what thas guy had for & jaw.” &w;ym s5 AN D$6 WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1936. “That last guy,” said Joan, “was & statue they were getting ready to set up. But a young man was good enough to lend me his coat and hat to put on the cast-iron man, and—" “A statue!” sid Biff. “Why you -crossing “Ah, ah, shi” Joan, grabbing his right fist betwoen her own little hands. “Remember wha) Fashion Park has outdone itself in creating an inspiring group of un- usual woolens, superbly tailored in - a manner that appeals to men who are uncompromising in their cloth- -ing tastes. Ready to put on. 45 o Gl Jop (Gt S?yled in the modern tempo. “Porgora” r “West of England Covert.” $45 EACH OF THESE Suede-and pitent, calf.and-suede, and other attractive couples are causing escited comment this sea. s0n. These combinations make soms of the hn-lcc&lu easy.walking Eans Jetticks you've ever worn. SE1TON WIOTHS AAAAA 10 B¢ susde soith calf trim. Sizes 33§ 10 10; AAAA w0 C. 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