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April 8, 1940. Bushmiller
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ANDY HARDY GETS SPRING FEVER
NDY was having his trouble with
A Stickin' Plaster.
The pesky little kid had somehow gotten it into his head that he was going to be the guy to run the moon in the play and nothing would dislodge the notion.
The worst of it was. Andy thought, that they needed Stickin' Plaster's frlend- ship right now because they were going to. have to borrow some fans from his father's electrical store in order to run the volcano. And what with the play opening in just a few days, things were in a mess.
They were all gathered in the Hardy garage one afternoon
and Beezy Anderson
was standing by, in
panting outrage, By gosh, it was his moon the and nobody in whole wide world was gonna run it but him:
"Now Stickin' Plaster, be Tessonable," Tommy Mac- Mahon was saying.
Andy turned to Beezy. "Lemine talk to you."
Beezy Locked away. *You a't gonna sell nie nothing."
Andy leaned closer and
saic
per,
wants
a conidential whis-
"Beezy, any guy that
-10 run the moon is crazy," "Then I'm crazy, cause i want to run 11."
Andy began to talk more rapid- ly. He was up against a tough one and he knew it. "Beczy, when unt of volcuno starts tearin' away, with Bames shootin' up into the sky, lemne ask you will people be looking at the moon or at the volenno?"
"I
"Well," Beezy said reluctantly,
guess the volcano."
Ja
Andy sprend his hands triumph, "Why sure, People will be talking about that eruption vol- cano for years and you'll be the fellow who worked it."
"Well all right if I can work the volcano"
"Attaboy." Andy wiped his forc- head. "It's all settled fellas. Berzy here i
gonna run the volcuno and
Plaster
have can
the
Slickip
HO
Beezy gestured magnanimously. "Everybody'll know it's my moon anyway because the programme is Froncla gumu read, 'Moon by Bacon Anderson.""
"Oh no it ain't," Stickin' Plaster sald calmly. "It's gotta say on the programune, Moon by Stickin'--I mean, Moon by Harmon Higgin- bothain, Junior That's the way Miss Meredith hind told him to
stand up for his rights and that was how he was goin' to do it.
"I quit," Beezy yelled,
STICKIN' Plaster started toward the door. "I didn't wanna come here in the first place."
Andy went after him. "Stickin' Plaster," he said desperately, "are you gonna stand in the way of our whole show?"
cool
I don't really care," was the
I just couldn't
a fon for a
retort, "but
to lend me father my valuable
expensive And show that didn't even have my name on the programme."
Andy went deep into thought. "I got it," he cried. "Stickin' Plas- ter runs the moon, so naturally the programme'u gotta say, 'Moon by Harmon Higginbotham, Junior. And Beczy is gonna run the vol- cano so he gets on the programme with Volcano Eruption by Francis Bacon Anderson.
Beexy repeated it to savour the sound. Volcano by Francis Un- con Anderson." He nodded gravely salvaged his honour. "It's still and my moon but I guess I know my duty."
Andy sighed relievedly. "Oh boy! What a time Shakespeare musta had with Romeo and Juliet."
quite 'After that it was
a let down with the whole thing settled, Andy trudged on home and as
ADAPTED FROM THE Metro Goldwyn Mayer PICTURE
by BEATRICE FABER
usual when he was alone, he be gan to think of Rose. He could see her beautiful eyes, so dark and mournful and hear her lovely volce.
*
IF he could only talk to somebody about her, kind of describe what she was like- then he thought of Dad.
Why, sure, Just the person.
They'd talk about it, man to man. Andy found the Judge in the den before dinner but at first he was
'His
father
reluctant to sled.
jooked kind of
"Hello Pop," he said hesitantly. "You--you too busy to talk?"
not."
"Oh hello Andy. No, I suppose The Judge's voice sounded tired and a little strained. "What's on your mind?"
"Oh nothing much." Andy twirled
his cap a few times then said, cautiously, "Say Dad, have i men- fioned to you that we got a new Ms Meredith?" teache Judge spoke drily. "I be-
you
have
mentioned it.
lieve Why?"
"Nothing." There was an odd look on Andy's face, "Only she made me think about women look- ing older than they are in years."
mean she's spiritually nearer your own age?" the Judge asked shrewdly.
It's
"You
"Yeah. That's what I was think- ing coming down the street., Gee, strange ain't it? I mean. about growing up. One moment,you feel. you think, you act like a kid. The next moment, well, you aren't." that's all."
Judge Hardy's eyes narrowed but he asked casually, "What makes the difference?"
"Oh, thing that happen to you I
Andy stared at the floor. ot to start thinkin' "Gee, about the future Pop. This busi- ness about
bein' a bowl of life cherries, that's okay when you a thing on your Javen't got mind"
What have you got on your mind, Andrew?"
Andy looked up, startled out of his trance. "Nothing." he said eva- sively.
"Nothing at all. I'm just talking, honest." He rose and went toward the window., "Dad, chang- Ing the subject"
"Yes?"
"What is there that nearly kills you about seeing a woman cry?"
"A woman, Andy?"
"Somebody grown up. Somebody
sky.
wonderful." He looked up into the "Gee, be a full moon in a couple days. Well, thanks Dad."
In spite of his anxiety the "Judge's eyes twinkled "You're
welcome, Andrew,"
There's lot I want a talk over with you one of these days Dad." Andy opened the duor and found Marinn standing there, one hand raised to knock. He smiled at her with adult dignity and to her utter amazement, stood aside to let her pass. "Come in Marlan. Dad's in here,"
"Well thanks." She sidled past him. completely dazed.
The door closed and she said to her father, "And he didn't even slam it. Dad, Mother vold you wanted to see me. As a matter of
(act
I wanted to see you too." "Oli "Oh yes?" he asked vaguely. "Look dear, why didn't Mr. Willis return my enll this afternoon?"
She sat down beside his desk. "Because he didn't con
come back to the ofce this afternoon.
"Oh." He leaned back heavily, Marian's lips were compressed. "Did
I know you've invested money in this Aluminum Com- pany. I know you've gotten Mr., Benedict and the others into it." She tried to control her volcu. "But I think you ought to know that no material has been ordered the plant, and not one thing has been done to get the aluminum business started."
"Nothing?"
"No. And Mr. Hansen didn't come back to the office after luncheon either. "I've tried to get either of them at the Carvel Hotel all afternoon."
The Judge Jumped up and sald grimly. So have I. Well, I think we'll clear up this mystery. I'l just go to the office with you to- morrow."
Ently the following morning Marian unlocked the doors of the
Aluminum Carvel
Corporation. "They usually get here about nine- thirty," she said, going into the inner office.
It won
The Judge sat down determined- ¡y. "I've got all the time in the world to wait," But suddenly he heard her votre "Dad." just a faint little cry. He rushed In "What is
Is it?" She pointed to the desk with its empty, cleared out drawers. Then she handed him a small crumpled envelope, On it was stamped. "Na- tional Airways, Fly Safely Any- where." He alared unbelievingly. Hansen and Willis gone, with the company funds.
He thought rapidly. "For the Ume being let's keep this to our- selves, Stay here, answer the phone on usual. And Marian, don't say anything at home or around town."
Her eyes were filled with tears. Iwon't dear." She looked at him as he turned away. "Dad," she called, "Keep that chin up!"
*
WITH angging shoulders, Judge Hardy waited outside George Benedict's office at the bank.
He couldn't bear to think of. what the futuro held. He remem- bered his optimism when he had gotten George and all the others in on this thing and a shudder ran through him.
Benedict's secretary stepped up to him. "I'm so sorry Judge Hardy. Mr. Benedict's still upstairs in a be 10 meeting. The expect They
Wait?" through soon. Will you
"Yes, thank you." His smile was orced. "If you don't mind I think I'll sit out here." The phone booth was next to him and he heard a girl's volce spenklug to someone over the wire. From her discus- sion of makeup and costumes he could guess who she was. As the came past him, he stood up. "How do you do, Miss Meredith? I'm Judge Hardy."
"Oh of course," She held out her hand. "How do you do?"
He smiled. "We've heard a great deal about you at our house. And I thought we might exchange views on our mutual source of in- formation. Won't you sit down?" "Well," the Judge began rather lamely," the play going well?" Just how the dlekens could he lead into the subject of Andy?
She solved the problem for him. "Splendidly. And it really isn't bnd, You know, You must be Judge, Andy's n remarkable boy.
of him."
100,
I am," he suld simply.
he's a good boy,
Impressionable though."
He looked at her. aldewise. "I keep wondering what fo's going to do to him."
"What do you mean?"
"I suppose," he said refleclively, "that overy parent dreads the day when his child might get his first real hurt. I hope Andrew doesn't get one like I did." His mouth twisted wryly, "You see, like Andy I was pretty much of an ideailst and when I was quite young some- one a good deal okler than I was happened to take n faney to me. Unfortunately," Now he looked at her squately. "I think it umused her. She tried to ruin every boy. Ish dream, overy Illusion, every. iden 1 ever had. It wasn't a pleas- ant experience, 1 happened to be saved in time. Thousands of other boys aren't."
She touched his sleeve. "Judge Hardy what are you trying to say to me?"
mercy.
son
He thought it out. "Why I guess I'm trying to say that if you'd -been another type of girl I wouldn't have dared say anything at all. But I think I can uess your quality
Miss
I'm Meredith, So throwing myself at your What I'm saying is — my worships
shrine. at your Please, please try not to hurt him," "I beg your pardon." It was Benedict's secretary. "I'm sorry Judge Hardy, but Mr. Benedict will be tied up and says he'll see you at the Alumicum Corporation Directors meeting to-morrow. โร there any message?"
*
A musela Jumped in his jaw. "No thank you."
Rose held out her hand. "I'm going to take it as a compliment that you've talked to me like this, Judge Hardy."
He peered at her anxiously. "It was meant that way."
"And I promise you," she sald looking stendly into his eyes, "that I won't hurt him. Goodbye, Judge Hardy."
*
DRESS rehearsal started carly that evening. The stage. was already set with its palm tree cut-outs and its small grass hut upstage.
The volcano was upstage. Lights blazed throughout the auditorium.
The first act got under way und proceeded to its curtain by fits and starts, but without undue mishap. Then came the second-act. It was
I
meonlight scene opening with Andy and Folly, centre stage. Above them the moon began to Move across the scene, inching along, jerk by jerk.
Andy kept one eye upon it as he reelted the Rear Admiral's Unes, "You ask me why I am. bitter man, Tahula," he said rapidly, then called back stage in a harsh whisper, "smuther with that moon." He turned to Polly. "Ah, what does a little unspoiled native girl know of such things?"
"
"But I can guess. You do not like us," Tahula answered.
"No, no you do not understand." He yelled, "S
ied, "Stickin' Plaster! Easy
on the moon."
П
night
"But how can you be so unhappy Ilke this?" Tabuln coaxed, "with the moon-"
on
"Ah yes, the moon," Andy said watching it. Then he re- absently, alised that he hatin't given it enough voice. "AH YES, THE MOON," he bellowed.
Almost in tears Beezy ran up to him from the wings. "The guy's gonna ruin my moon, Didja see 11?"
"Did I see it?" Andy ground out. "Where'd you think I was at the public library?”
For the next five minutes, Stickin' Plaster was given expileit and savage instructions. The act came to a close and they were soon well into the third.. But from the moon on, things hadn't gone any too well. Everybody's makeup was ameared, their costumes awry. Now they were approaching the big volcano scene.
Andy, as the Rear Admiral was reproaching Tahula for betrayng him. Why did
didn't you tell me "Andy," Beczy called, "there's short-circuit in the volcano."
"What?" Instantly, Andy was the "Have you outraged mechanic. been monkeying with that thin again?"
Wait. It's okay." Beezy yelled. "Contact!"
And then, from upstage, there came a beautiful golden glow. Rib- bons of flame started to rise im- orange pressively, throwing an light over everything.
"Gee, that's #real," yelled.
someone
But suddenly there was a blind- ing flash. The place went into completo darkness, save for the moonlight streaminit in through the .windows.
"What's the matter?" Rose Mer- edith demanded.
lights bane doin' with
Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Jensen, the janitor came in. "By Yiminy," he roared, "what are you
my
"Nobody's touched your ghts Mr. Jensen," Andy retorted hotly. "Nobody did, huh? You've blew out every light in the high school.. Fifteen years I bane yanlter here and I ain't
never"
"Hey
fellas
Beezy sudden- ly shouted. Look out there!"
They rushed to the windows. All of the street lights were out. Not even a house light was visible. There was a long, awed silence,
Andy broke the ritence and there was something much like pride in his volce. "Well fellas, I guess wo did it all right. I guess we blew out every light in the whole town!"
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