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MUTT AND JEFF

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GOSH,THIS' 15 ABOUT THE

CRAZIEST FARM İVE EVER

BEEN TO! THEY'VE GOT ALL

KINDS OF FUNNY LOOKING ANIMALS AROUND HERE!

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WELL, WHAT'S THE MATTER, WITH MEP DON'T I SUIT YOUR

FANCY?

GOSH, THAT'S A

FUNNY ONE!-~ I NEVER HEARD

A HORSE TALK

BEFORE!

THE CHINA MAIL, JUNE 14, 1939

By BUD FISHER

NEITHER DID I!

AW,

い

SHUT

UP!

& THANK

The

A scream of death... Victims cowering in a cold bath of terror ...as doom is forecast by a knifed rag doll!

BLACK DOLL

with

NAN GREY DONALD WOODS

•

EDGAR KENNEDY

WILLIAM LUNDIGAN DORIS LLOYD » SYD SAYLOR C. HENRY GORDON

Screen Play by Harold Buckley From the Novel “The Black Doll"

by William Edward Hoy

Directed by Otla Garrett

Produced by Irving Starr

A NEW UNIVERSAL PICTURE

TO-MORROW ALHAMBRA

At The

THE KAILAN MINING ADMINISTRATION

HOUSEHOLD COAL

Prices per metric ton delivered, as follows:-

Peak District

Bowen Road & Lower Levels

Kowloon

Repulse Bay

Pokfulum

Shek-O & Stanley

$30.00

$28.00

$27.00

$31.00

$30.00

$31.00

Clients are hereby informed that deliveries of Household Coal can only be made if cheque or cash for the supply is sent with the order.

DODWELL & CO., LTD.

Agents.

THE DAILY SHORT STORY

MAN OF NATURE

Joe Fallon stood on the rim of the rock ledge and watched the doe and its fawn drinking from the pool far below. The fawn stood close to its mother, not too sure of itself on its long, ungainly legs. Frequently the doe threw up her head in a gesture of alert expectancy.

A smile played about Joe's lips. He knew the doe and its young would remain by the pool until he climbed down from the ledge. They waited for him every day to receive the de- licate morsels he always carried in the pockets of his jacket.

In the very act of turning, Joe's body became rigid. The smile vanish- ed from his lips. Below, a rifle shot had rung out. The fawn lay dead on the bank of the pool. The doc had bounded several paces away, where she stopped, turned and stood looking back at her off spring.

As Joe watched, a man stepped from the bushes, raised the gun that he carried, took quick aim and pulled the trigger. The doe leaped into the air as though released by a spring, then fell kicking into the water.

A blind, mad rage clouded Joe's brain. Without a moment's hesita tion he lifted his own rifle, drew A bead on the man below and fired. The man screamed and fell forward on his face.

Joe didn't know that the man

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was his heritage. He did not hate the guard, but the guard represented barrier that had to be beaten down.

So Joe escaped to the hills, carrying two rifles, a revolver and a supply of He went first to his ammunition. cabin, packed clothing and supplies, then fled to a cave he knew farther up the range. He would hide here, he decided, until they stopped looking for him. Then he would return home and be happy for the rest of his life and never harm anyone.

The second day after he had estab lished himself in the cave, he heard the cry of bloodhounds. He saw the dogs coming up the mountain, and men with guns toiling behind. Joe had no choice but to heed the instincts of self-preservation. He shot first the dogs, then two of the men. Then he gathered his things and went over the mountain and down into the valley.

He knew now that these men would never give up hunting him. He would have to leave his be- loved mountains and seek a refuge elsewhere. He crossed the valley and came to the bank of a river. As he stepped from the bushes a rifle bark- ed and a bullet zipped by his head.

He ducked out of sight and waited. A man appeared on the opposite bank. Joe shot the man in the leg. Then he started south along the riverbank. he To-night, he thought, he would be out

By Richard Hill

Wilkinson

had shot was the son of a Senator. of this land where he wasn't wanted, Even if he had heard the Senator's would find a new home.

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were

name, it would have meant nothing. If Joe had known of the Joe was a man of the forest and he about the mad woodsman that had never bothered to learn about flashing over telegraph wires through things that went on in the land be the countryside, he would have been his yond his wooded world.

peo- amazed. He had merely obeyed ple who moved about in that land instincts. He was leaving 2 land were, to him, strange, unnatural and that he loved because he wasn't want- uncivilized.

ed. He would never bother anyone again.

The

Two days after the shooting a posse of men arrived at Joe's cabin and took That night a sheriff's posse of fifty him away. They treated him roughly, men brought the mad woodsman to and when he asked why they were bay against a high,, unscalable rock taking him away they only sneered cliff. He fought them off until morn- to and clubbed him into silence.

ing, then gradually they began

The events that followed bewildered close in. Joo knew he couldn't get Joe. The reporters, the indictment, away. He looked out over the valley the trial, the sentence were a proces- toward the town where the great stone sion of strange, unreal scenes in his building stood. He knew he would mind. Presently he was taken to an- never get free once he was returned great stone building and thrust into there.

a small room. Bars were at the win- The sheriff himself saw it happen. dows. Beyond the bara he could see The sheriff had crept close with three dimly the mountains where he had companions. They saw Joe suddenly lived, his home. He sat still, starting rise up from behind his rock for- at them, conscious of a curious, empty tress, place the revolver to his head loneliness tugging at his heart. They and pull the trigger. When they had told him that here, behind these found him, Joe was smiling in his bars, he would have to remain for long sleep. the rest of his natural days.

(Distributed, by The

Associated

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METAL POLISH Maker light work

Joe thought about it dully. It was Newspapers). hard to grasp,, Never to breathe the sweet mountain air again, never to drink from a crystal clear mountain stream. Never to feel the warmth of sun on his back. Never to see and talk with his wild friends of the wilderness. He thought about the man he had, killed, It had made no différence that the man had shot the doe and its young out of season. That, to Joe, was as much murder as, to the judge and jury, his killing of the Senator's son had been murdered. A month passed. Two. Joe's eyes dulled Flesh fell away from his body. He came stooped. His brain, save for one small burning hope, felt numb. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, the day when only a guard stood be- tween Joe and the life of freedom that

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