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MUTT AND JEFF

WHAT A FUNKY LOOKING Cow! WHY HAGN'T SHE ANY HORNS, MUTT?

WELL, THERE ARE LOTS OF REAGONS WHY! SOME COWG ARE BORN

WITHOUT HORNS, AND DON'T

HAVE ANY UNTIL THE LATE YEARS OF THEIR LIFE!

OTHERS ARE DE-HORNED! WHILE STILL OTHER BREEDS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE HORNS AT ALL! THERE ARE LOTS OF REASONS WHY A.COW SOMETIMES DOES

NOT HAVE HORNS!

BUT THE PEASON THIS CRITTER HAIN'T GOT HORNS IS BECAUSE

IT HAIN'T A COw- IT'S A HORSE!

By BUD FISHER

SAY: WHAT KIND OF A

PLACE IS

THIS?

- (Cheggight, 1996-by K. a. they

QUACK QUACK

MEOW!

IT MUST BE

LOVE!

Those two goofy people... Martha and Bob are at it again...this time in a mad scramble over the Alps with Andy Devine adding to the excitement. A spring tonic of pure undiluted fun. making that'll laugh away those old winter blues.

FOLKS, 1 wanto warn you .........

MARTHA RAYE AND BOB HOPE

will slay you but.

NEVER SAY DIE"

with

ANDY DEVINE - ALAN MOWBRAY GALE SONDERGAARD - ERNEST COSSART

Directed by Elliatt Nugent • A. Paramount Picture

FRANZ SCHUBERT'S

ADDED! "UNFINISHED SYMPHONY"

Conducted and Directed by Frederick Feher

TO-MORROW

AT THE

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"BLUE BOY"

When Ben Massey heard Mrs. Spen- cer's voice over the phone he experien- ced a surge of triumph. Mrs. Spencer was Linwood's leading social light. She was giving a cocktail party on Friday. She wondered whether Ben could at- tend.

"My niece from Washington is to be here. I'm sure you'll enjoy meeting her."

"I'm sure I will,” Ben said with nice- ly gauged enthusiasm.

he found himself seriously contemplat- ing the question of whether 01 not there were more advantages in being married to a charmingly wealthy girl or in remaining single and popular. Perhaps, he thought, it might be pos- sible to do both, in effect, of course.

During the next week Ben Massey experienced the pangs of miserable wretchedness brought about by uncer- tainty. It was an entirely new ex- perience to him and he suffered all the

After Mrs. Spencer hung up Ben sat for awhile thinking. It was quite a more. There were moments when he feather in his cap to be invited to was quite sure Helen Hópkins would Spencer party. Everyone who was any have collapsed blissfully into his arms body would be there. And this niece at the mere mention of marriage, and from Washington. What had she said there were moments when he was posi- her name was? Helen Hopkins. The tive she would have laughed at him in Hopkins' of Washington. Worth mil- high amusement. There were times lions.

when his soul burned with fierce jea- lousy at the sight of Helen being nice to some other man, and there were times when his soul basked in the warmth of her intimate smiles.

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Ben rose and strolled across the room and looked into the mirror above the bureau. His face lighted with a pleased smile as he turned his head first this way and then that, catching

Before the fortnight was up Ben every angle of the reflection. He was handsome. There was no use

was practically a wreck. The thought being of her going away turned his blood to falsely modest and denying it.

He was ice.

He decided all of a sudden not only handsome, but personable. abandon all the work and firm resolu- You could say what you wanted about tions of the bachelorhood that had been family background, if a man had nerve enough he could meet even the most aristocratic on their own ground and make them look like suckers. Ben had gone far and would go farther.

If he had given the matter any thought at all he probably would have

his career, admit everything to Helen and agree to marry her.

Thus decided he lost no time, but poured out his heart that night in the romantic moonlight on the Spencer garden.

By Karl Grayson

pictured Helen Hopkins as a plain and oldish female, looking ridiculous in expensive, ill-fitting clothes, whose eyes regarded every man hungrily. He was therefore not only amazed, but delight- ed when Mrs. Spencer presented nim to her niece.

Helen Hopkins was blonde and small and adorable. She had a warm smile and a friendly manner, and you knew after talking with her five minutės that a great part of her beauty came from within.

Helen stared at him in amtement. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed. "You, can't mean it?"

"I do mean it," declared Ben. "I will marry you."

Helen bit her lip. "Then Aunt Edith was right. She said there was a young man down here who was becoming difficult and a nuisance and didn't know his place, and she wanted me to come I thought at first she must be mis- down and see what I could do about it. taken. It didn't seem possible that a man, with your- -er-social graces could be false. Van Gogh showed me how wrong I was."

"Oh, so you are interested in some other man?" Ben cried fiercely. "Who the devil's Van Gogh? Never heard of him."

Ben Massey, who had expected to be bored at the Spencer party, found him- self highly entertained. He was not surprised that Helen Hopkins quite ob- viously found him interesting and at- tractive. All women did. But for the first time in his life he knew a curious little thrill because of her adulation.

He was delighted to learn that she Helen laughed lightly. "I became was remaining with her aunt. Mor a quite aware of that that day at the fortnight. The next day, against in- museum. Also that you never heard stincts which told him it was unwise of Mr. Gainsborough." She sighed. to appear too eager, he called her by "Dear me. There seems to be only one phone and was thrilled when she agreed laughage a man like you can under- to let him call.

stand. No, I won't marry you, now or They spent the afternoon visiting an ever, because I think you're an ignor- art museum, because Helen expressed ant, conceited boor.

Do you under-

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a desire to see certain paintings that stand that?" were on 'exhibition that week, Ben, who wouldn't know a Rembrandt from Boy" couldn't have been any bluer.

Ben did. Mr. Gainsborough's "Blue

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"Don't you simply adore Van Gogh's Blue Boy" she exclaimed as they were about to leave.

"I think it's his very best work,"

Ben replied. "By the way, where is it Thomas Cowan & Co. hanging now?””

She looked at him quickly: "In Pa- sadena, of course,”

It was on the tip of Ben's tongue to remark that he didn't know anything had ever been "hung" in California except Billy the Kid and he wasn't sure of that, but he decided that the parti- |cular type of humour might escape his”

charming companion.

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