1935-07-19 — Page 11

THE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, JULY 19, 1935

The Optimist

(Continued from Page 10-)

The specialists deared for ac tion. The red "Silence" warnings glowed The cut-in men raised their slap sticks, Even the most distant carpenters froze. As each in turn signalled ""ready" the silence grew till the huge vanit seemed full of it

Thea, with the clatter of slap sticks for a signal the scene be- gan Beyond the voices and the

• movements on the stage not 1 word was heard for all that tense activity.

*

And then from the Casino came a snecze?

Madame Clothe, was that really necessary? You've got the poor devil on the mat anyway..

"Cat" snapped Bergerat.

“What in thunder

That complex miracle of catenation fell to bits.

"OA, my God?" moaned Beryl

She was an egoist!

"There he is!" cried à property man, and gave chase. "After him!**

Aubrey was dragged forth, terrified by his own temerity, yet clinging desperately to his pur- pose.

**I Thu-musht shpeak to Misht-Maht Something gave way, fragments of porcelain and pink valcanite that had impeded utterance shot forth. Mr. Ber- gerat." he urged. "I must

"You'll see enough of Mr. Ber- gerat to last you a lifetime,” they said, grimly, as with torn collar and pinioned arms they ran him to the chief..

"Here's your biz: autty."

Csir---clean

For a second the group scanned the haggard, hairless, toothless, hollow-cheeked. "wild-eyed man ahora in the struggle of every shred of youthful camouflage which he had so fanatically clung. "My precious, tata," cried Max Holdenough. "The Optimist”?

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There was a titter, and then! Aubrey spoke, resonant. tremu- lous ecstatic. At least be face to face with Bergerat.

"I'm just the Poke you're wanting Mr. Bergerat. Just a couple of minutes

sive

and

**

+

"Cat it out," said the property

man, shaking him.

Aubrey took no notice. He was beyand noticing. He raised

thin arm towards

the shadowy phrases

girders. Some scattered

of a speech long rehearsed re

mained to him.

*I'm not amateur. I'm bredt and trained to the work."

-Run him out, barked O.C. cameras.

The guard pushed

"Curse, you." cried the struggl ing Aubrey, suddenly, with such a voice as that with which Barak

might have blasted Meroz.

"Stand still hissed Bergerat, in that still tone of his that shakes the stars.

His eyes bored into the shrink- ing man. His face was SANG the face of one who has seen a vision..

Let him go."

All stood away from the man Dow breathless, half frenzied, with scant grey lockks swept widly across his brow, cavernous cheeks, and under the torn collar the wobbling, stringy neck.

For ten seconds Bergerat star- ed, then-Say something, man," he said. "Recite. Go on: Don't

dither."

"To be or not to be

began Aubrey, "that is

Tchah," said Bergeratt, "some-

thing with guts. As you said 'Curse you'."

"It is a far, far better thing that I do now," cried Anbres. sonorously, "than 1. have ever

cope

"Maybe it is, said Bergeral,

"good enough for

"register, Blake ?***

me

That I

"Like a trumpet, chief” "Good. Fix this fellow up for the mad prophet in "Herodias,“ I've been combing the world, for him for six months. I must have -him bound to us for at least five years." He turned to Aubrey. "Good business for both of us, hat why in thunder couldn't "you have come before?"!

"To be intoned. Aubrey, triumphantly,” “And to think that Miranda paid four guideas for that damned toupee

(The End)

SALT-PRODUCING FIRM,

Formation

Papa

ducing and

Been in

I WANT YOU TO TALK TO DAUGHTER. SHE WON'T MIND ME. ALL SHE THINKS OF IS GOING OUT! | CANT UNDERSTAND THE

YOUNGER GENERATION-

YOU'RE RIGHT

MR. GUS TAWIND IS HERE. HE WANTS YOU TO GO FOR A RIDE IN HISİCAR

TELL HIM TO COME IN. I AIN'T GOIN' OUT

WHERE DOES

YOUR OLD MAN KEEP HIS CIGARS

?

Rosie's BEAU

GED MEMANUS

Registered U. 5. Patio Office.

LOOK AT THAT MOB COMIN' IN -

THE FRONT DOOR!?

CALLUP, ED.GET HIM TO COMELOVER

| MISS ROSIE. WON'T TALK

TO YOU. YOU DO

TOO : MUCH • FOOLING

Bringing Up Father

TELL HER EMPHATICALLY SHE CAN'T GO OUT TONIGHT-AND YOU ARE GOING TO STAY IN AND SEE THAT SHE STAYS IN. DON'T TAKE ANY BACK- STALKS

I KNEW THERE WUZ A CATCH

MR, TEDDY BAER CALLED UP HE SAID HED CALL ON YOU TONIGHT

WAGON

I'LL BE GLAD TO SEE HIM. GO SEE WHO THAT

DOOR

WHEELS

NOW! MUST CALL ROSIE AND TELL HER IM IN THE HOSPITAL FOR SURE THIS TIME IT WAS WRONG TO FOOL

HER

WHAT AILS

HIM 2

YOU AIN'T GOIN'" BOUT TONIGHT

AN THAT'S FINAL

KTHINK

YOURE MEAN

CALL WILL BEATIT. TELL HIM TO BRING ́HIS DRUMS AN' GET

CLARE OʻKNET. TO BRING HIS HORN. IVE GOT MY SAX HERE

WHO WANTS TO PLAY BRIDGE?

GOOD

HELLO, SID! COME ON OVER-

MR. ARCHIE IS ON THE PHONE- SAYS HES IN THE HOSPITAL AGAIN

ANOTHER ONE OF HIS JOKES:

HE KEEPS SAYING ROSIE DONT BELIEVE ME HES DAFT

800-

HOO

URDUERATURE O

HELLO, AL I CAN'T GO OUT TONIGHT- WHAT? SURE-

BRING HIM ALONG. COME OVER AS SOON AS YOU CAN

YES-BRING HIM ALONG AND GET ALICE TOO

CALL BING. HES A FINE SINGER

GO IN THERE AND GET THAT CROWD OUT OF „THIS HOUSE

UH-UHS ALL THEM GUYS ARE

FOOTBALL PLAYERS!

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· 1933, King Fenores Syndicate, toc., Great Briesini raghias

IT'S THE GYPSY IN ME