1938-12-19 — Page 8

HAVE YOU

ANY

MUTT AND JEFF

4735,

"OH YESSIR! LISTEN" TO THIS ONE ----

REFERENCES? "TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

LITTLE JEFF HAS WORKED FOR US ONE WEEK AND WE'RE SATISFIED!",

OH BOSS

NOW THAT' I'M HIRED

HOW ABOUT

A TEN-

BUCK RAISE!

WHAT? YOU CAN'T ASK FOR A RAISE LIKE THAT! YOU MUST WORK YOURSELF UP!

BUT I HAVE, SIR! I'M ALL A TREMBLE!

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Divas Brinda Bička Barryvi

Trúde Magi_Reg. 9, 8, 14, oma

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BAH!

THE CHINA MAIL, DECEMBER; 19, 1988.

By BUD FISHER

WHOOPS! OH-ER-

NEVER MIND THAT

?

PRIVATE PRIVATE) RAISE,BOGS! NOW

I WANNA BE

MADE A

PARTNER!

LADIES CORNER

|BY HORTENSE DEBRIS

HORTENSE

DEAR MISS DEBRIS:- I HAVE BEEN TO FIVE DIFFERENT SCHOOLS AND HAVE FLUNKED IN EVERY ONE OF THEM. DO YOU THINK I WOULD KNOW ANY MORE IF THEY HAD GIVEN ME

A DIPLOMA?

MISS STUDIOUS

MISS STUDIOUS:." YOU WOULDN'T KNOW ANY MORE IF THEY HAD GIVEN YOU THE SCHOOL BUILDINGS,

HORTIE

Christmas

SALE

SHOP

Early

NOW PROCEEDING!

WE HAVE A BIG SELECTION

OF

X'MAS GIFTS

FOR LADIES

HANDBAGS, KAYSER STOCKINGS, COMPACTS AND MANY OTHER X'MAS GIFTS TO MEET

YOUR REQUIREMENTS.

FOR GENTS

MORNING GOWNS, SHIRTS, TIES, BRACES, BELTS, DRESS SETS, ETC., ETC.

- FOR CHILDREN

OF

SHIRLEY TEMPLE DOLLS, SNOW

A BIG ASSORTMENT DOLLS AND

WHITE

AMUSING TOYS.

BUY YOUR X'MAS GIFTS AT

LE BEAU

King's Theatre. Bldg. `(D'Aguilar Street)

Dine at the

Parisian Grill

Good Food

Dinner and Dance Music

by

THE BLUE DANUBE TRIO

Open till 1 a.m.

Fine Wines

THE DAILY SHORT STORY

IMPORTANT DATE

The wind had reached gale propor- laborious effort le take a step forward. tions by the time Mrs. Boylston fin-. The full sweep of the wind was coming ished dressing. She was already at her. Rain lashed in her face. late; hence, in her excitement, she al- Twice she had to detour, once around. church most forgot to close the upstairs win- a tree, once around a fallen dow. She remembered at the last steeple. Three times she barely es- minute, then hurriedly got her coat caped being crushed to death. and hat.

But thought of turning back, of even

"Oh,

I

Suppose

A terrific blast. almost swept her taking shelter in one of the shop door- from her feet when she stepped out- ways never entered her head.

she side. Holding onto her hat, she hur- 'dear"

thought, “Suppose ried down the walk and turned up don't get there in time? Pleasant street. The storm had in- they've called Mrs. Sweet?” creased to hurricane velocity. A tree She paused, clinging to a telephone crashed to the ground with a roar, pole, and looked up. Her heart leaped. blocking the sidewalk. Mrs. Boylston: She was there! Directly in front of hesitated, looking to right and left, the house! Then with a snort of annyance, she She let go the pole and started up detoured out into the street, and pre- the walk. A terrific crash sounded be- sently reached the sidewalk again in hind almost at once. The telephone pole safety.

she had been clinging to flopped to the ground, missing her by a few feet. Mrs. Boylston went up the veranda She steps on her hands and kness.

I

"Oh, dear," she thought, "now I'm sure to be late. I wonder if they'll wait? They must!" she told herself desperately. "Everything will be grasped the brass knocker and banged .it. After what seemed to be an age ruined if they call Mrs. Sweet."

the door opened

At the corner of Pleasant and Main streets the wind brought her upright. She was forced to take a couple of steps backward. Clenching her teeth,

"Here she is!" exclaimed "It's Mrs. Boylston!"*

a voice.

Strong feminine hands helped Mrs.

By Richard Hill Wilkinson

leaning far forward, she managed to get round the corner.

Fifty yards more and she was forced to detour again. A telephone pole had crashed, smashing an automobile.

The street was a river of whirling leaves, flying sticks, newspapers and other refuse." A tree limb, crashing- to the ground, grazed Mrs. Boylston's arm. Pain shot through her body.

Now the rain came. Torrents of it, whipped into a lashing fury by the ninety-mile wind. More trees fell, an £ billboard automobile overtured, crashed upon a tool shed.

"Thank goodness I haven't any chil- dren to worry about," Mrs. Boylston thought. "And Robert will probably have sense enough to stay in town." She was drenched to the skin.

"In here! In here!" A voice shriek ed at her. Mrs. Boylston saw a man maving wildly from a doorway. She shook her head grimly. She had to go

She had to get there.

on.

They closed the door Boylston inside. against the wind. Somebody helped her off with her things. ·

"Did-I-get here in time?" she asked tremulously.

The large woman who had opened the door nodded primly.

"Just. In another moment we would We've been have called Mrs. Sweet. waiting for nearly half an hour. The other ladies started before the storm.” "Thank goodness!" exclaimed Mrs. Boylston in vast relief:

With the help of the large woman ahe entered the living-room. A card cheerful table was set up before a fire. Candles were on the mantle and on the coffee table.

Two women were already seated. Mrs. Boylston and the large woman sat down' opposite each other."

"Cut!" said one of the ladies, sprea~ ding out the cards Mrs. Boylston cut

and won the deal.

Her eyes brightened. "There!" she Pausing a moment to rest, saa glan- said. "I just know I'm going to be ced at her watch. It was already lucky. I'm always lucky at bridge five minutes past the time. she should when I win the first deal." She sighed have been there. "Oh, dear," she happily. "Thank goodness you didn't thought. "Oh, dear me! Suppose call Mrs. Sweet." they call Mrs. Sweet "

(Copyright, 1938, By The Associated She ducked her head again and Newspapers.) fought her way against

the.

storm. Premature darkness had set- tled over the land. Power wires sput-, tered eerily, . The howl of wind and

rain was deafening. Water swirled MME. SKOBLINE'S

and eddied about her feet. Not in half

a century had the city known a storm of such devastating ferocity.

Mrs. Boylston knew when she br reached the corner of Plum street be- cause there was a hat in a store window there that she had been ad- miring for three days. She slowed up now to gaze at it once more with longing,

Even as she watched the plate glass windows parted as though they were lace curtains. There was a great sound of splintering glass The hat was whirled from its stand and plastered against the wall behind. Mrs. Boylston groaned, clutched at the corner of the building for support, took a deep breath and went on.

APPEAL

Paris, Yesterday.

The wife of the Russian General Skobline, who a few days ago was sentenced to twenty years hard labour, has appealed against the verdict.

Madame Skobline was convicted on a charge in connection with the disappearance last year of Gen- eral Miller, head of the Czarist 'Her destination was less than a block] away now, but she began having her officer's organisation, in Paris. doubts about reaching it. It required 1: Trans-Ocean, comm

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