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MUTT AND JEFF

WELL, IT'S GOOD TO KNOW YOU'RE LIVING BACK IN /{ THE CITY AGAIN,

OLD BEAM!

YER, WHY DON'T YOU COME UP SOME AIGHT,

SIR SIGNEY?

I'LL BE GLAD

·TO, OLD BOY! WHERE ARE YOU STAYING?:

{"NOT FAR! I'ME

LIVING RIGHT ACROSS FROM SEVENTY-SECOND.

STREET!

ACROSS FROM SEVENTY-SECOND

STREET?

YEH YOU KNOW

WHERE THE PARK ENTRANCE is?--Yaucte THAT GREAT

BIG PAK

TREE?

YES!

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THE DAILY SHORT STORY

OLGA SPURNS HER MAN

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This is the story of Olga, who recital, in which she injected her total spurned the attentions of Lars Olson, stock of Anglo-Saxon phrases, because he was a policeman, making only $80 a week.

But Officer O'Brien was Irish born. The extent of his own English delivery Olga put on the long flannel night- had its horizons, none of which were gown which had accompanied her from trimmed with Swedish accents, Sweden two months ago, draped

The bathrobe about

a situation to him, surveying it from the her shoulders and single-tracked viewpoint from which walked into the kitchen. From the he surveyed all situations, had but one drying board she picked up a bottle and opened the back door. It thrust out belligerently,

milk. meaning. He stepped forward, jaw was a windy night, albeit warm, and hand on Olga's arm. His purpose ter- and laid a as she set the bottle on the topmost rifled the lass of Scandinavian descent. step, a gust swept the length of the Anger followed closely apartment block, caught the glass ob- anger and a stubborn

on its heels, jeet off balance and set it tumbling to comply

reluctance to the ground.

with any Officer O'Brien might have in mind.

suggestion Annoyed, Olga looked about quick- ly, wrapped the bahrobe closer around away, glaring threateningly. A growl She jerked loose her arm and stepped her large frame, and dashed the steps.

down escaped Officer O'Brien's lips, and this As she stopped to recover. time both hands went out. Olga raised the bottle there was a loud bang. She her arm in instinctive defence, glanced up and a look of horror came found that her hand still held the milk and into her square face. The noise had bottle. Sight of it stimulated courage. been caused by the slamming of the She swung the bottle in a great arc, rear door. And the lock was of the having in mind to terminate its jour- variety that worked automatically ney at a spot just behind with the snapping of the latch.

O'Brien's left ear. Faintly hopeful, Olga sped back up the steps, only to discover the door was securely looked.

officer In this she was only partly success- ful, for Officer, O'Brien, foreseeing disaster, cocked his head to one side For a moment she stood petrified. in the very nick of time, thereby tak. She was locked out, garbed only in a ing the greater power of the blow on night gown, a wollen bathrobe and a a region slightly below the designated

By Meredith Scholl

pair of slippers. Her hair was in spot. braids.

At the same time he lunged

It was after eleven o'clock into the fray with determination that

spelled defeat for his adversary.

at night, and she was the only occu- pant of her apartment, she could not rap and be admitted;-

Thirty minutes later the desk ser- geant on duty at Station No. 19 was. With a feeling bordering on panic, tering the room, forcibly escorting a amazed at sight of Officer O'Brien en- Olga stepped back and surveyed the buxom Swedish lass, garbed in a long rows of windows adjacent to her own. flannel nightgown, woollen bathrobe, All were dark, save one, three stories slippers and pigtails. above.

Officer O'Brien was in somewhat of a state of dia- face hevelment, too. door

The anxious look on Olga's deepened. She hurried to the which opened into the hallway where fusion, in which Officer O'Brien spoke There followed ten minutes of con- stairs led to the apartment of lighted window. Again hope was coming from the lips of Olga. The the loudly to be heard above the idioms smothered. This door, too, was locked. desk sergeant scratched his chin,

Olga considered. She shuddered at twiddled with a pencil, regarded Olga thoughts, of the attention she would perplexedly and prayed fervently for attract emerging into the street at the day when a universal language the front of the apartment in her would become a law present attire, She thought of one idea and then another,

It was at this moment that the door Finally, in of Station No. 19 opened once more sheer desperation, she stepped in the yard, picked up a pebble and person was also dressed in blue and back and admitted a third party. The third tossed it in the direction of the lighted brass, and, upon entering, the custo window. Somewhere she had read that mary grin vanished from his hand- this procedure was a sure-fire method some features. He strode of attracting attention.

forward with hasty steps,

The sound of his voice caused Olga

The second pebble had fallen short of its mark when Olga discovered that to turn, and then she leaped with a a man had appeared around one cor- pitiful whimper into his arms. ner of the apartment. Not knowing then on Officer Lars Olson took com- From whether to flee in mortal terror or to plote charge of the situation, serving wait in the hope that the man was an the triple role, of interpreter for the apartment dweller with a key, she desk sergeant, pacifier. hesitated long enough to learn that the O'Brien and soother of Olga Ander- of Officer approaching person wore a blue uni- sen. form th brass buttons,

Ultimately satisfaction was reached, wild hope fluttered within Olga's a taxi was called, and Officer Olson breast and died. The man was not and Olga Andersen were en route back Lars Olson He was a burly Irishman, to the apartment. wth a red face and a suspicious look stood once more amid familiar and When at last Olga ́ in his eyes. He stared at her curious secure: surroundings, the habitual grin ly.

came back to the features of Officer Olson

"Well, for the luvva Mik¬l" Olga let loose a flood of Jargon, in “Aye tank," he began, and then shift- which she explained the gravity of her ed to the Swedish tongue which Olga plight and beseeched the officer to loved. "I think,” said Officer Olson, rouse some occupant of the house who "You're one foolish girl to live here all could admit her to her own apartment, by yourself. Now take this business But at the conclusion of her earnest, of setting out milk bottles for example, plea Officer O'Brien only scratched his It's no job for a woman. head and looked more suspicious than Olga gave a little convulsive shudder. ever And in that moment Olga After all, she reflected, a thirty-dollar- realised her effusion had been delivered a week policeman's fob wasn in her native fongue, ser if you had a man in the hot

so bad, Prompted by a fresh flood of despera (Released, by The Assogi tion, Olga, launched forth on a second spapers.).

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