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April 8, 1940.

By Ernie Bushmiller

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ANDY HARDY GETS

SPRING FEVER

NDY

was having his trouble with

A stickin' Plaster.

The pesky little kid had somehow gotten it into his head that he was going to be the guy to run the moon in the play and nothing would dislodge the notion.

The worst of it was. Andy thought, that they needed Stickin' Plaster's friend- ship right now because they were going to have to borrow some fans from his father's electricni store in order to run the volcano. And what with the play opening in just a few days, things were in a mess.

They were all gathered in the Hurdy garage one afternoon

and Beczy. Anderson

was standing by, in panting outrage. By gosh, it was his moon and nobody in the whole wide world was gonna run it but him.

"Now Stekla' Pluster, be reasonable," Tommy Mac- Mabon was saying.

Andy turned to Beezy, "Lemme talk to you."

Beezy backed Away. "You ain't gonum sell me nothing","

Andy leaned closer and

said in a confidential whis-

per

"Beery, ang guy that

to

wants to run the moon is crazy."

I'm crazy, cause I Want

Then

run it.

to run

**Andy_began_to_tafk_more_rapid._

one

ly. He was up against a tough he knew it. "Beezy, when and that of volcano starts tearin' oway, with flaner shootin' up into the sky, lemne ask you will people be looking at the moon or at the

"Well," Berzy said reluctantly.

I guess the volcano."

Andy spread his hands in triumph. "Why sure. People will be talking about that eruption val cane for years and you'll be the fellow who worked it."

"Well all right-if I can work the volcano-"

"Attaboy." Andy wiped his fore- head. "It's all settled fellas. Beezy here is gonna run the volcano and Stickla Plaster <:0:11 inoon."

have

the

Beezy gestured magnanimously. "Everybody'll know it's my moon unyway because the progcannie is gonna read, 'Moon by Francis Bacon Anderson.""

"Oh no it ain't," Silckin' Plaster said calmly. "It's gotta say on the 'Moon by Siletin-1 programune. mean, Moon by Harmon Higgin- botham, Junior." That's the way Miss Meredith had toh han to siland up for his rights and that was how he was guln' to do it.

"I quil," Beezy yelled.

* ☆

STICKIN' Plaster started toward the door. "I didn't wanna come here in the first place."

Andy went after him. "Stickin' Plaster," he said desperately, "are you gonna stand in the way of our whole show?"

-

"I don't really

care," Was the "but I just couldn't cool retort,

lend me n to ask my father valuable and expensive fan for a show that didn't even have my namo un the programme."

mc."

Andy went deep into thought. "I got it," he cried. "Stickin' Pins- the moon, so naturally ter runs the programme's gotta say, 'Moon by Harmon Higginbotham, Junior." And Beczy is gonna run the vol cano so he gets on the programme with Volcano Eruption by Francis Dacon Anderson."

Becay

It to savour the repeated sound. "Volcano by Franels Ba- con Anderson." He nodded gravely und salvaged his honour, "It's still my moon but I guess I know my duty,"

Andy alghed relievedly, "Oh boy! What a time Shakespeare musta had with Romeo and Juliet"

After that it was quite -atlet- down with the whole thing settled. Andy trudged on home and as

ADAPTED FROM THE Metro Goldwyn Mayer PICTURE

by BEATRICE FABER

al when he was alone, he be- gan to think of Rose. He could ree her beautiful eyes, so dark and lovely her mournful, and hear voice.

* ☆ IF he could only talk to somebody about her, kind of describe what she was like- then he thought of Dad.

Why, sure, Just the person. They talk about it, mits to anan. Andy found the Judge in the den before dinner but at first he was reluctant to

speak. His Cather looked kind of worried.

"Hello Pop," he said hesitantly. "You-you ico busy to talk?"

"Oh hello Andy, No, I suppose not." The Judge'n voice sounder little strained. "What's und a Ured on your mind?”

"Oh nothing much." Andy twirled his Cup a few times then said, "Say Dad, have 1 men- cautiously, tioned to you that we got a new teacher, Miss Meredith?"

The Judge spoke drity, "I be- Hleve

have mentioned Why?"

"Nothing" There was on old look on Andy's face. "Only she made me think about women look- ing older than they are in years."

you

it.

Yulh mean she's spiritually nearer your own age?" the Judge asked shrewdly,

"Yeah, That's what I was think... ·

Gee, ing coming down the street, It's strange ain't it? I mean; about growing up. One moment you feet, you think, you act like a kid. The next moment, well, you aren't. that's all."

Judge Hardy's eyes narrowed but he sked casually, "What makes the difference?"

"Oh, things that happen to you, 1 guess." Anty stared at the floor. "Gee, I've got to start thinkin' about the future Pop. This busi- news about fe beln a bowl of cherries, that's okay when you haven't got i thing on your. mind

What have you not on your mind, Andrew?

Andy looked up, startled out of his trance. "Nothing," he said eva- sively. "Nothing at all. I'm just honest," Ile rose and went talking toward the window. "Dad, chзng- Ing the subject-"

"Yes?"

"What is there that nearly kills you-about seeing a woman cry?"

"A woman, Andy?" "Somebody grown up. Sanebody

wonderful." He looked up into the sky. "Geç, be a full moon in a couple days. Well, thanks Dad."

__In___»pite___of____his

anxiety the Jutge's eyes twinkled. "You're welcome, Andrew."

"There's lot I wont u_talk_over with you one of these days Dad." Andy opened the door and found Marian standing there, one hand raised to knock. He smiled at her with adult dignity and to her ulter amazement, stood askle to let her puss.

"Come In Marian. Dud's in here."

"Well thanks." She sidled past him. completely dazed.

The door closed and she said to her father, "And he didn't even shum it. Dad, Mother sal you wanted to see me. As a matter of inct, I wanted to see you too."

"Oh yes?" he asked vaguely. "Look dear, why didn't Mr. Willis return my call this afternoon?"

She sat down beside his desk.

he didn't

back to

* this afternoon

the

#Dad I money

"Oh." He leaned back heavily,

were compressed, Marlan's

know you've investeel in this Aluminum Com- pany. I know you've gotten Mr. Denedict and the others Into it," She tried to control her voice. "But I think you ought to know that no material has been ordered for the plant, and not one thing has been done to get the aluminum business started."

"Nothing?" "No.

And Mr. Hansen didn't Come back lo the office aller luncheon either. "I've tried to get either of them at the Carvel Holel

afternoon."

The Judge Jumped up and sahi grinity. So have I. Well, I think We'll clear up this mystery. I'll just go to the oflee with you to- morrow."

Early the

following morning Marian unlocked the doors of the Carvel Aluminum Corporation. "They usually get here about nine- thirty," he said, going into the inner office.

The Judge sat down determined- I've got all the time in the world to wait," But suddenly ho heard her volce. "Dnd." It was faint little cry. Ite ruslied junt n In "What is it?"

She pointed to the desk with its cimply, cleared out drawers. Then she handed him a small crumpled envelope. On It was stamped. "Na- tional Airways, Fly Safely. Any- where."

He stared unbelievingly. Housen and Willls gone, with the company funds.

He thought rapidly. "For the time being let's keep this to our selves. Stay here,

Answer

the phone as wam!. And Marlon, don't my anything at home or around town.

CLICK

Her eyes were filled with tears. “I won't deur."-She-looked-al-him #she turard away, "Dad," she enlled, "Keep that chin up!"

*

*

*

WITH sagging shoulders, Judge Hardy waited outside George Benedict's office at the bank.

to think of ile couldn't bear

He remem- what the future held. bered his optimism when he had gotten George and all the others in on this thing and a shudder ran through him.

Benedict's secretary stepped up lo him. "I'm so sorry Judge Hardy. Mr. Denedict's still upstairs in a be meeting. They expect through soon, Will you wait?"

"Yes, thank you." His smile was forced. "If you don't mind I think I'll sit out here." The phone booth was next to him and he heard girl's voice speaking!

to

someone over the wire. From her discus- sion of makeup and costumes he could guess who she was. As she came past him he stood up. "How do you do, Miss Meredith? I'm Judge Hardy."

"Oh of course." She held out her hand. "How do you do?"

He smiled. "We've heard a great dent about you at our house. And I thought we might exchange views on our mutual source of in formation. Won't you sit down?" "Well," the Judge began rather inmely. is the play going well?" Just how the dickens could no fend into the subject of Andy7

She solved the problem for him. "Splendidly. And it really isn't bnd. You know, Judge, Andy's a be remarkable boy. You must very proud of him."

"Yes, I am," he said simply "Fundamentally, he's a good boy, too. Very Impressionable though. 10 looked at her aldewise. "I keep wondering what life's going to do to him."

"What do you mean?"

"I suppose," he said reflectively, "that every parent drends the day when his child might get his first. real hurt. I hope Andrew doesn't get one Ilke I did." His mouth twisted wryly. "You see, like Andy, I was pretty much of an Ideallst and when I was quite young some-` one a good deal older than I was happened to take a fancy to me. Unfortunately." Now he looked at her squarely. "I think it amused her. She tried to ruin every boy- lsh dream, every illusion, every Idea I over had. It wasn't a pleas- ani experience. 1 happened to be saved in me. Thousands of other boys aren't."

MAR-1

She touched his sleeve. "Judge Hardy what are you trying to say ic me?"

He thought it out. "Why I guess I'm trying to say that If you'd been another type of girl I wouldn't have dared say anything at all. Bui I think I can guess your

quality Miss Meredith. So I'm

rather throwing myself at your mercy. What I'm saying is my Suri worships at your

shrine: Please, please try not to hurt

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"beg your pardon." I

1." It Was Benedlet's secretary. "I'm sorry Judge Hardy, but Mr. Benedict will he tied up and says he'll see you nl the Aluminum Corporation Directors meeting to-morrow. there any message?"

A muscle jumped in his jaw. "No thank you."

Rose held out her hand, "I'm going to take it an a compliment that you've talked to me, like this, Judge Hurdy."

He peered at her anxiously. "It was meant that way."

"And I promise you," she said. looking stendily into his eyes, that I won't hurt him. Goodbye. Judge Hardy."

*

*

DRESS rehearsal started. early that evening. The stage was already set with its palm tree cut-outs and its small grass hat upstage.

The volcano was upstage, Lights blazed throughout the auditorium.

The first act got under way and proceeded to its curtain by fits and starts, but without undue mishap. Then came the secund net. It was amounlight scene opening with ndy and Polly, centre stage. Above them the moun began to move across the scene, inching along, Jerk by jerk,

H

Andy kept one eye upon it as he recited the Rear Admiral's lines, bliter "You ask me why I am man, Tahula," he sald rapidly, then called back stuge in a hursh whisper, "mother with that moon." He turned to Polly. "Ah, what does a little unspoiled native girl know of such things?"

"But i can guess. You do not like us," Tuhula answered.

"No, no you do not understand.”

He yelled, "Stickin' Plaster! Easy

on the moon.

"But how can you be so unhappy Q night like this?" Tabula conxed, "with the moon-"

an

"Ah yes, the moon." Andy said absently, watching it. Then he re- alised-that--he-hadn't-given-It-

"AH YES, THE MOON." he bellowed.

enough voice.

Almost in tears Beezy ran up to him from the wings.The guy's Didja see Konna ruin my moon.

Jt?"

"Did I see it?" Andy ground nut, "Where'd you think I was at the public library?"

For The

minutes, next *Ove Stickin' Pluster was given explicit

and savage instructions. The act caine to

to a close and they were soon well into the third. But from

moon on, things hadn't gone any too wel Everybody's makeup was smeared, their costumes awry. Now they were approaching the big volcano scene.

as the Rear Admiral was

ching Tahula for betrayng

Why didn't you tell me "Andly," Beczy called, "there's a short-circuit in the volcano."

"What?" Instantly, Andy was the "Have you outraged mechanic, been monkeying with that think

"Contact!"

It's okay," Beczy yelled.

And then, from upstage, there came a beautiful golden glow. Rib- bons of fame started to rise im- pressively, throwing an light over everything,

Gee,

that's

great,"

orange

someone

blind-

But suddenly there was Ing flash. The place went into complete darkness, save for the mounlight streaming in through the windows.

"What's the matter?" Rose Mer- edith demanded.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Jensen, the Jantior come in. "By Yiminy," he roared, "what are you poya bane doin' with my fights

""Nobody's touched your Hyhts Mr. Jensen." Andy relorted holly. "Nobody did, huh? You've blew out every #glit in the high school. Filteen years I bane yanlier here and I ain't

never

"Hey fellus look," Deczy sudden- ly shouted. Look out there!"

They rushed to the windows. All of the street lights were out. Not even a house light was

visible. There was a long, awed silence.

Andy broke the ellence and there was something much like pride in his voice. "Well fellas. I guess we did it all right. I guess we blew out every light in the whole town!"

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