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tell you it takes a good deal to rouse me, but I was ashamed of my coun- try: 4. . Yes, it was the usual, place, I show your husband to- morrow. Oh, no, no danger at all. If he does what he's toll.. wont too fast, and crashed into the rock hip-bone, sticking out) through his trousers 3/4. Ave hours to get him down."

The alarm clock roused George from an uneasy dream in'" 'which' Alle Murdoch was snipping the bends of daffodils while he offered her morphine and Ethel Dunlop shouted "Stem, you fool, stem."

Sterndorf was cold and even grey.' Allee, booted and trousered in the hall, was no longer a lonely florist. Even Ethel was silent. In the evening laughter, tears and the happy memories of other people's accidents. But in the daytime they skied: the priestesses and the acolyte walked to the funicalar in awed silence and stood in it, packed` and reverent sardines, until they ronched the top.

The sun crept up the valley 'as they rose, turning Switzerland Into A three-colour process photograph with dark green trees. pink snow and grey snow. George's mind wandered along a lunatic lane of thought more suitable to a hot bath than a stuffy funicular. If one let women like Alice Murdoch and Ethel Dunlop scream and slide about on the top of these moun- tains the beauty was obviously de- secrated. If, on the other hand, you put women with small bones and soft voices and fine bodies on the top they might ask to be taken down! again by train, which was a vic- etory for the mountains. And what' had the mountains done anyway, except, be large and snow-covered, that they should crow over the human race which could produce funiculars and women

as widely different as his wife and Alice Mar. doch?

Alice Ang

The trafi stopped, bim in the ribs with her ski-sticks.

"Hurry up," she said; "we want to get down before the crowd,"

Obediently George stumbled up on to a pass where the wind bit ħis. cars, and a precipice fell away berta. fore him.

Figures dived over the precipice and reappeared again ten seconds Inter four hundred feet below, shouting into, the well of a vast sim- phitheatre and up the other side."

o slowly," said Ethe "Stem," George knew that one stemmed by spreading one's feet wide apart and turning the points of the skis in- wards. Thus one advanced like an " erratic human snow-plough, skid- ding slightly, yet rarely getting out of control.

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But whatever Ideas he might have bad of sleniming, gravity, and rust of wind made' the décision for lim. He was running down over the precipice. and bis only hope of survival seemed to lie in the fact that his skis were following a track alreaily carved.

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As the gradient flattened he got his breath again and remembered. to leas back. Now he was running across a relatively flat. space hard-beaten snow, pitted with craters of other people's felis. There was a good deal of clattering. and bumping and fear in this dos- cent, for the angle of the slope kept changing. But there was exhilara tion as well, and it was only as he swept up the opposite slope that George realised he was about to go over another unfamiliar precipice.

So he quickly sat down, slid for ten yards and found himself lying on his back with his skis buried in

soft snow.

Dizzy and slightly stunned, George lay on the rim of his am- phitheatre and started to laugh.. He had discovered what he liked about ski-ing. It was a ludicrous game, played by multitudes of ex- cited ants against the elements of Switzerland. If they killed you-or]; broke your leg. they won. If you shot down them in twenty minutes you won. But even if they made you.turn somersaults and put snow down the back of your neck You could still laugh at them-and that way you broke-even.

But you couldn't laugh at experta. As George lay there and groped for a cigarette there was a hiss and a clatter, and Alice Murdoch drew up beside him.

"What's the joke about?” she said, grimly.

George's heart was warm oven ards Alice at the moment. H

"That was grand; up

idea of yours

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GET OUT OF BED - WHY AREN'T YOU LIKE OTHER MEN? THEY ARE AT THEIR OFFICES ATTENDING TO WORK. ALL YOU THINK OF IS SLEEPING

WHY-ER-AH-MR.HATWORK WAS AT HIS OFFICE, BUT HAD TO GO ON A BIG BUSINESS TRIP TO PADUCAH, I'LL CALL MR. CHILLEFELLER,

THE BANKER

THE 15... STRICTLY BUSINESS-

HE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, APRIL 12, 1935

Bringing Up Father

IF YOUD JUG

LET ME GUT A LITTLE SLEEP.1 WOULDNT HAVE TO

YOU KIN SURE

ENOUGH 'THINK UP SOME COLD PROPOSITIONS FER ME-

OH, DEAR! 1. JUST CALLED ON MISS PLOTTS-YOU KNOW- -HER-FATHER-IS-THAT-REAL ESTATE MAN- HE SNORED

SÓ LOUD WE COULD HARDLY TALK- ALL HE DOES

IS TALK

MRS. KITTY CATTS TO SEE YOU. SHE

KNOWS YOU

ARE IN WHAT'LL

TELL

HER?

Rosie's

BEAU

GED MCMANUS

Registered U, S. Patit Offen.

NG TO CALL HATW

AN APPOI

AND MA

HAVE YOU GO TO HIR OFFICE AND WATCH A REAL BUSINESS MAN- IT MAY MAKE YOU ASHAMED OF YOURSEF

MR.CHILLEFELLER IS DOWNSTAIRS HE'S THE BANKER-HE WANTSĮ TO KNOW IF MR. JIGGS WILL GO ASHIN' WITH HIM-

BIG BUSINESS -MEN, EH?

OHII SUPPOSE: PLL HAVE TO SEE HER WISH PEOPLE WOULD NOT BOTHER ME WHEN I WANT TO TAKE A NAP-BN2

GEE. THIS IS TOUGH ROSIE IS ON HER WAY HERE AN "WANTS TO MEET MY BOSS AN HE JUST SENT FOR ME TO COME IN HIS OFFICE ANI KNOW HE IS GOING TO FIRE ME AS HE FIRED THE MAN WHO HIRED METINERE

NOW JUST SIT IN MY OFFICE UNTIL RETURN-MAKES A NOTE OF ALLY

PHONE CALLS ILL BE BACK IN ABOUT TWO

HOURS-

YES: SIR

GUY WORK-I

DON'T MIND WATCHIN' A

USED TO BE A FOREMAN Z- YEARS AGO

I'M SORRY" MRS. JIGGS BUT MR-HAT NEVER GETS TO HIS. OFFICE UNTIL ONE O'CLOC AND HE ONLY COMES HER TO GET HIS GOLF CLUBS

TELL SHIM.

MR.

VIGOS

OUT

BUT, MAGGIE: 1 WOULDN'T MIND GOIN!

TO THAT BANK WITH. HIM-

SHUT UP! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU CALL ON MR. PLOTTS THE BIG REAL ESTATE AGENT HE 15 A WORKING GENTLEMAN.

I'LL CALL UP HIS OFFICE

YOU GET OUT OF HERE AND GO TO YOUR OFFICE I'M SICK OF TALKING TO YOU-GO

FER A SICK. PERSON, YOU SEEM TO HAVE

A LOT OF STRENGTH•

TO WORK-

MRS. JIGGS - I'D LIKE TO GET M. YOUR ADVICE I SEE MR.JIGGS LEAVING FOR HIS OFFICE EARLY EVERY MORNING, AND WONDER IF HE WOULD TALK TO MY Sing HUSBAND ABOUT THE GREAT IMPORTANCE OF GETTING UP EARLY MY HUSBAND LIKES

EN TO SLEEP IN THE

MORNING-

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ALL RIGHT-

RIGHT

ALL

ARCHIE JUST FIRED MR LOAFALOT AND NOW WERE SHORTHANDED I'LL HAVE TO ASK YOU TO DO LOTS OF

EXTRA WORK DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO IT?

Go

SIR-

NOW YOU'RE DIGGIN: US TROUBLE

FER ME HELL TALK ME INTO

BUYIN LAKE OR SOMETHIN

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