The Willamina times., April 30, 1942, Image 2

TIM ES. W ILLAM INA. OREGON
THURSDAY. APRII
Applicant's Preparations
Somehow IF ere in Vain
The nervous-looking man was
applying for a job.
“I think I shall be able to suit
all requirements, sir,” he said.
The manager, after looking at
his references, shook his head.
‘‘I am afraid not,” he replied.
“We’re wanting a single man.”
The applicant's eyes nearly
popped out of his head. “ But,”
he gulped. “ Yesterday, you said
you wanted a married man!”
“I’m sorry,” said the manager;
“it must have been a mistake.”
“ Mistake!” shouted the appli­
cant. “It’s all very well to sit
there and say it’s a mistake.
What am I to do? I went straight
out and got married!”
1942
CLASSIFIED
D E P A R T M E N T
T R U CK PARTS
Ay S y l v ia T aylo r
T H E S TO R Y SO F A R : Joan Leland,
se cre tary, (alls In love w ith her hand­
some n lrh t club em plo yer. K a r l M ille r.
H e r sister, Sybil, does not tru s t U a r l
but Joan defends him b lin d ly. P a u l Sher­
m an. his m an a g er, offers Joan frie n d ­
ship and warns her against K a r l, but re­
fuses to give reason. D e liv e rin g a m ys­
terious message lor K a rl late at night.
Joan seereUy notices P a u l tra ilin g her.
K a r l shoots his p a rtn er, E ric Strom ,
and asks Joan to pick up the gun. He
then rem inds her of her Hnger-prints on
the gun and threatens to ch arg e her with
m u rd e r unless she does as he wants.
P a u l S herm an, to her surprise, agrees
w ith h im . K a r l ad m its he Is not a U. S.
citizen and has a w ile In G e rm a n y . L a te r
P a u l confides In Joan th a t he Is P aul
O ’ M a lle y , ot the F B I and p a rt ot the
force tryin g to tra p the higher-ups of the
spy rin g .
Joan finds a te rrifie d note
from Sybil and she and P aul suspect that
K a r l is bolding her as hostage for Joan's
good behavior. Joan agrees to c a rry
on her w o rk, but to secretly help Paul
and the F B I. The police c a ll a t the office
next day w ith Sybil's clothes and a sui­
cide note, found near a brid ge.
Joan
wants to accuse K a rl then but P au l pre­
vents her.
Now continue w ith the story.
H e a v y d u ty
M o lliti»
« s a le
p a r la
tu id lra. G iv e . tiu la ta and uai-d tru i'k e .
"It fits together too well,” Paul
admitted. “The truth is seldom that
logical. This Murdock woman is
undoubtedly involved with Karl.”
"How can we prove it? Paul,
we’ve got to do something! Sybil
may be alive and in danger.”
“ We must have patience,” Paul
told her. “These things don't work
out overnight and we can't afford
to rush it.”
They regarded each other grave­
ly—earnest in their youth, desper­
ate in their desire to solve this
problem.
Paul took her hand gently. “It
will work out. It must.”
"I know.” His understanding
broke down her last defense. She
hid her face against his shoulder
and wept. “ But I’ll never get over
it. Never."
'T ’d like to break his rotten neck,"
Paul said but Joan did not hear
him. She was comforted by his sym
pathetic shoulder. She needed some
one to talk to so much, now that
Sybil was gone.
TRUCK W K K t'KINU COMPANY
you are the only one I have right
t i n t i , A S IL H iiw ii n i ,
1 . 1 ■ t,1 ■ 1.1 111a.
now.”
RABBITS
A
N
D
SK IN S ~
They laughed and suddenly the
lights were dimmed, the bells
P U IU .T K Y A N Ir It A H K IT M W A N 'I E O
pealed.
(Jnoil w h tta f i y v i tu h b li a k in * boo
“Happy New Year!” Paul cried.
to #00 tie r Hi
W r it » poet c a rd fo r
ir lv r a Mini 111 tin m a I Ion
Kuby *
"The same to you, Paul."
lo.. »38 ■ W F r o n t, P o rtla n d . O ra.
I
“It's good-bye to the past." Joan
tV A N T E D — I t A I U l l T H
A N D ItA H B IT
thought, ‘‘Good-bye to Karl and all
S K IN S
O v e rh e u a e r, M 7. ■ p u ta ñ a .
the things that such a little while
O ía n 0834.
ago were important . . .
And then she saw Karl Miller,
FOR SALE
handsome, smiling Karl. And he
It I IR U M A T IH .M a n d a r t l i i l t l « s u f f e r ­
was not alone. A girl clung to his
er« Ir y m u««»g In n w ith I'h u rc e ro l.
W r it e
M ra . B . K . K r a u f a r . O la n
arm, a girl so freshly lovely, so
t a k e . M in n
heartbreakingly young that sympa­
T i n i i t o i ' i : i i i t i t i : i » H i’ i t i . S i i K i t k i ' a n -
thy swept through Joan's heart.
H i t I't 'I'S
B lw o o d P u rc a U , M t. 3,
"Look!” she said to Paul. "Karl
B o x 883. C h e h a lis , W a s h .
has a new girl , . ,”
FEA N T
F ito V I . N
A I • A I ' t E I > " W IS -
As Paul's eyes followed hers, his
t 'O N H lN
llY tlltlli
porn.
O re g o n
g
ro
w
n
an
d
c
e
r
t
if
ie
d
b lu e lu g «eed
face grew white.
1 'rlc r« unit In tu í m at Ion fro m p ro -
“What is the matter, Paul?" Joan
d o ., i
M a r le y
M a a k ln .
Lebanua.
Oregon.
asked as they stared nt Karl Miller
and the girl at his side.
F o il
I.E A S E
to d e p en d a b le p a r t y ,
OF NAVI6ATIN6
s e rv ic e e t a tlo n lo c a te d In a good
“Let’s get out of here,” Paul said
payroll town, population tofifii atuo-
WAS MADE
grimly, “I don't want them to see
00 b u ild in g , p a v e d d r iv e w a y » , f u lly
POSSIBLE
e q u ip p e d . K u llo io itfc Irakis.
W r lt o
us.”
BY
o w n e r.
B um 373. L e b an o n , O reg o n .
Hurriedly
they
collected
their
JOHN
POULTRYTUHKEYS
December days dragged to a wra.»s and left the hotel.
CHAPTER XI
HUY
Q U A L IT Y
H K O A I’ -tiri a « le d
IN 1731.
"Can’t you tell me what it is?"
close.
Christmas
passed.
Paul
X
iro
n *« l ’o u ll« O il« BrMHDll,
itre n d -
HE INVENTED
she begged.
e r« o f f i c i a l l y te a tn d a m i m «««u re d
spent
the
day
with
Joan,
taking
her
THE
“Yes!” Joan cried with determina­ to dinner at a quiet restaurant. They
u n d e r O re g o n T u r k e y Im p ro v e m e n t
“ I'd rather not, Joan, and I have
A a n o d a t Ion
P ric e d r ltfh t.
W r lt a
OCTANT,
tion. “And I'll be all right from
another
favor
to
ask.
Would
you
spoke
little.
Paul
attempted
to
cheer
fo
r p a r t ic u la r »
Bclu letnn M a tc h -
FORERUNNER
now on.” She lifted her chin brave­
a r y , S cio , O reg o n .
mind
if
I
took
you
home?
1
want
her
but
his
efforts
produced
little
THE FAMILIAR
ly.
to trail Karl and find out where that
INO A C H E S D E E P 1 IL A C K K O IU
SEXTANT
"That’s swell,” Paul said with ad­ effect.
girl lives.”
T 1 L L A B L K , 36 head w a it!*, tra c to r « ,
“Karl
said
we
wouldn't
be
need­
miration as they entered the apart­
thrcM hhiK
m a c h in e ,
fa r m
Im p le ­
“Of
course!
But
I'll
go
home
in
a
ed
at
the
Club
New
Year’s
Eve
m en t«. new b u lid liiK «. g r a v ity w a t-
ment. “ You’ve got more nerve than Would you like to go out?”
.1
W r lt a B o x 31, M I D « « e t bound,
taxi," Joan said practically. “They
any girl I ever saw.”
W a»h.
i
Joan glanced about the brilliantly might leave any minute.”
“Paul,
why
didn’t
the
men
at
po­
THE BETTER WAY TO TREAT
He pressed her hand. "You're a
? . \E W llla m e t a 6 - ft. b u tt « tr a p b o ile r
lice headquarters know who you decorated restaurant, the shining grand
w ith «m o k e « ta c k , e t c , woa 10x16
CONSTIPATION DUE TO LACK OF
sport!”
Christmas tree and light bedecked
were?”
lCrla c e n te r c r a n k « te a m engine,
PROPER’ BULK* in THE DIET IS TO
wreaths
in
the
windows.
“
It
doesn’t
I'b I WlUl All I :
ftttlmnk
On New Year’s day Paul did not
He laughed. “My dear girl, the
CORRECT THE CAUSE OF THE
\ 1 \
» If • g.,.,tt JI..A. fof -nail
come to see her and Joan was sur­
reason they sent me out here was
m ill; 91000 buy» th e u o ik «
W « ib
TROUBLE WITH A
prised.
arn H e a v y M a u lin g Co.. P o rtlan d «
that I am not known by the local
DELICIOUS CEREAL,
O rego n.
But when Monday came and Paul
police. We have to work in abso­
KELLOBB'S
Sherman did not call for her she
lute secrecy.”
A U -B R A M . EAT
S P E C IA L
was alarmed, when, instead, Karl
r r EVERY DAY
“Where is your real home?” Joan
W o rld
W ar
II
in
P ro p h ecy,
250
himself drove her to the club. But
AND DRINK PLENTY
asked curiously.
p a *e « . Illu s t r a i« ti. 91 25 Postpaid«
she dared not inquire about Paul.
OF W ATER.
“ Brooklyn,” Paul laughed. “ I was
A I ho .S trange P a c t« A b o u t H it le r ,
111« N u m b e r 666
J u n i o f f pre««
“ By the way,” Karl told her, “ I
born and raised there. Technical­
40
pugew
1 llu « t ra t
P o s tp a id
am hiring a new singer for the band.
ly I work in Washington but I’m
25c.
A n g lo -S a x o n C h r is tia n A ««n^
D a r la B ld g ., P o r tla n d . O rego n.
Draw up a contract. She will be in
usually off on an assignment.”
later.”
“ Was Eric really Karl’s partner?”
SCH O O LS
Joan inquired.
Even then Joan was not prepared
for the sight of the same slim, lovely
Paul shrugged. "Probably just a
DIESEL-JOBS-TR ACTOR
title. I don’t know who actually
girl who had been Karl's dancing
Man 18-40 w h o I t E A l . l . Y w-«nt g--od
Imaginative Man
companion.
put up the money but I am certain
pay. p e rm a n e n t f u t u r e In th in bn «In
To the eyes of the man of imagi­ that
fie ld na e e rv d le m c ii, o p e ra to r« a n d
Eric
worked
under
Karl.
She
came
in
the
door
a
little
shy­
nation Nature is Imagination it­
d le s e lm e n .
15 w ill be «e lected fr o m
Karl works under some oth­
ly, but Joan recognized the happy
title a r e » In M a y fo r tr a in in g an d
self. As a man is, so he sees.— er “And
person?”
placement service.
For f u ll P e r­
look
in
her
eyes.
Joan
had
once
William Burke.
th u ln rs w r ite T r a c to r D lr le lo n . 010
“ Right! And someone else who
looked that way. Her heart went
M e e d B ld g ., P o r tla n d , O reg o n , A T
will bear watching is this Mrs. Mur­
ONCK
out to this girl. She couldn’t be a
dock who supposedly owns the beau­
day over seventeen? She gave her
Z A B M W H IL E YW U L I A R S
■ « » y « jum ping up to
ty shop where Sybil worked . . . "
name as Pat Hines.
P o sitio n G u a ra n te e d upon « r a d n a tio n
this and th a t. She wait«
W
r
it e f o r d e ta il«
Paul had scarcely finished speak­
.. .
00 them all. So the swallow«
“ Won't you sit down,” Joan asked
H O L E R B A R B E R CO LLBO B
CAT /N
her food too hastily, and after-
ing
when
the
doorbell
rang.
Joan
pleasantly. “ Mr. Miller will be back
B e a ttie - B pokane - T a c o m a
J
ward — E X C E S S A C ID in-
and Paul exchanged glances.
in a few minutes.”
H f c A v f c / digestion, heartburn, s o u r
M O LES BEAUTY RCHOOt
stomach. The Bismuth and
“Karl!” Joan cried in alarm, but
•’e y w h ile E e u r n ltg
W rit» fo r C a ta ­
Joan fancied that she hesitated as
Carbonates in A D L A Tablets bring QUICK
lo
gue
Pau)
shook
his
head.
relief.
Ask your drug-
a^a
a
she spoke her name. “Do you live
S e a ttle - B pokane - T a c o m a
gist for A D L A Tablets.
|j |
“I don’t think so,” he said, go­
here?” she asked.
ing to the door.
Pat dropped her eyes. "I came
H ELP W A N T E D
A middle - aged woman, well-
from Los Angeles," she explained
Result of Conviction
E x p e rie n c e d g ir l 20-SS fo r c o o k in g
dressed, rather heavy-set, with dyed
She was comforted by his sympa­ briefly, adding with enthusiasm, I
an d g e n e ra l hou«>-work o n w h e a t
Conviction brings a silent, in­ black hair and expressionless black
“I’m
so
grateful
to
Mr.
Miller.
He’s
ranch.
M o d e rn convenleneen
( I 50
thetic shoulder. She needed someone
definable beauty into faces made eyes, stood waiting.
p
e r d a y an d h ig h e r w ag e« Io h a r ­
to talk to so much, now that Sybil been wonderful to me. I don't know
vest.
P e rm a n e n t
If
a a U .rfw c to ry .
of the commonest human clay.—
“May I see Miss Leland?” she was gone.
how I would ever have gotten a job. |
B o x 78, B t . 1, M a d ra s , O re g o n .
Balzac.
inquired. “I am Mrs. Murdock.”
It was really just luck. You see I
Joan rose quickly from her place seem fair for us to celebrate while noticed his advertisement in the pa- \
by the fire. Mrs. Murdock! Sybil’s we don’t know what’s happened to per for a singer. And I applied
H EM O RRHO ID S {Piles)
employer!
Sybil.”
and Mr. Miller said I was just what
HERNIA-FISSURE-
FISTULA
“Do come in,” Paul said pleas­
‘‘I don’t think Sybil would want he was looking for.”
P ain goes quick, corns
N o need to Buffer any longer.
antly, “I am Karl Miller’s manager you to worry. Let’s try it anyway.
•peediJy removed when
Joan’s green eyes narrowed. So )
For 31 year« w e h iv e suc-
yon use thin, soothing,
Paul Sherman.”
Shall we, Joan?”
c e s t f u l l y t r e a t e d Flwctal.
Karl was playing his little game
cushioning D r. Scholl s
H e r n ia and C o /o n disorder a
Mrs. Murdock nodded her head
Zino-pads. T ry them!
“We’ll try
.
she promised. again!
w ithout h o sp ital surgical o p ­
slightly. “Yes, I know.”
New Year’s Eve arrived, clear
“How old are you?” Joan asked.
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“And this is Miss Leland, Sybil’s and cold. Joan wore a green satin
Booklet c ontain ing v aluable
“Nineteen.”
pads
inform ation end e x p la in in g
sister.”
dress to match her eyes.
Joan
sighed,
sure
that
she
was
our method.
The three of them sat down by
Paul bought her gardenias, waxy
If only there were some­
L ib e r a l C re d it T e rm » A v a ila b le
the fire. “I was so sorry to hear pale and fragrant. “ You look very younger.
Man Is Merry
thing she could do or say.
of
your
sister’s—unfortunate
acci­
Man is the merriest species of
lovely, Joan,” he told her and she
Dr.C.J. DEAN CLINIC
Those few minutes did more to
the creation: all above or below dent,” Mrs. Murdock said delicate­ was glad that he had not said cure Joan of her former infatuation
p h y s ic ,a n a n d Su rgeon
ly-
him are serious.—Addison.
N . «. C or. Z B urnside end G ra n d A v e .
“ beautiful”
. . Karl always said for Karl than anything else. Seeing
T e leph one E A .t 3 9 1 B P ortland, O re g o n
Joan looked at Paul. These had that.
Pat, as she herself had been—seeing
been Karl’s words, “unfortunate ac­
She made a valiant attempt to Karl playing the same game again—
cident.” But Paul seemed not to enjoy herself and though the eve­ gave her a clearer picture of the
DON’T LET
Dead Beat
notice.
ning proved not particularly gay, situation.
Offenbach, the composer, famed
“I feel it my duty,” Mrs. Mur­ Joan found Paul entertaining.
CONSTIPATION
for the delicacy and grace of his
Karl came in almost immediately,
dock continued tonelessly, “to t»ll
“I’ve been watching Mrs. Mur­ smiling as he saw Pat waiting for
music, could not tolerate an off­
SLOW YOU UP
you certain facts. First, that I dis­ dock’s beauty shop,” he reported,
beat or a sour note.
him.
“The
orchestra
leader
tells
• W hen bowel» are sluggish and you feel
charged S”bil two days ago.”
“and I’m convinced there’s some­ me your audition was very satis­
One day, for no discernible rea­
irrita b le , headachy and everything you
“ Discharged?” Joan repeated in thing funny about it. Once I thought factory, he said, taking her hand.
do is an effort, do as m illion» do — chew
son. he became angry at his valet
astonishment.” But Sybil didn’t tell I saw Karl with her."
F E E N - A - M I N T , th e modern chewing
and dismissed him. When the man
Pat left the office with Karl, clingl
gum laxative. S im p ly chew F E E N -A -
me anything about it.”
“How can you get proof?”
ing to his arm, radiant-eyed.
returned a week later for a letter
M I N T before you go to b e d -s leep w ith ­
“You are going to have your hair
The older woman looked uncom­
ou t being disturbed—next morning gentle,
of reference, the composer gave
to think,” Joan said savage­
fortable. “Her work was not entire­ fixed there next week,” Paul in­ ly “And
thorough relief, helping you feel swell
him the highest recommendation.
to
herself,
“that
I
looked
like
again, fu ll of your norm al pep. T r y
ly satisfactory. I was sorry but I formed her. “Look the place over that once!”
“Why on earth did you discharge
F E E N - A - M I N T . Tastes good, is handy
had to let her go.”
and if you see anything suspicious,
the man?” asked a friend.
and economical. A generous fa m ily supply
That
evening
she
had
made
an
“Sybil was one of the best beauty tell me. You might even try to appointment at Mrs. Murdock’s
He caused me terrible anguish,"
operators in this city,” Joan flared. see Mrs. Murdock in her private beauty
salon.
replied Oflenbach. “He used to beat
office.
If
there’s
anything
going
on,
“Sybil,” Mrs. Murdock went on
my clothes outside my door, and I
She found the Ritz Beauty Salon
“was very upset. She told me she you may find evidence there. Try an elaborate establishment and an
never could get him to do it in
to be pleasant with her. You prob­ efficient operator arranged her hair
time.”
needed the money desperately.”
ably put her on her guard the with capable fingers. As she sat un­
“That isn’t true!” Joan snapped. last
time you saw her."
der the drier she glanced around cu­
Mrs. Murdock shrugged. “That
Joan leaned closer to hear him. riously,
but could see nothing un­
is what she told me. When I told The laughing, screaming crowd all
men - women needed
S E T T E R OF
her that I was letting her go she around them made conversation dif­ usual.
airplane plants
When her hair was dry, Joan in­
became hysterical and threatened to ficult. A spray of confetti fell across
Job
method 4 wks shop train­
STANDARDS
do away with herself. I told this Joan’s shoulder. The blare of trum­ quired the way to Mrs. Murdock's
ing.
Low cost. Part out of
private
office.
to the police when they called on me pets droned in their ears.
A d v e r t is in g is the
wages.
No experience. No age
Mrs.
Murdock
did
not
seem
an
hour
ago.”
great setter o f stand-
Paul smiled, “Let’s dance.”
limit
Immediate
job« open.
pleased
at
Joan’s
visit.
She
regard­
ard s in A m erica n
‘‘Very kind of you to come to ses
Holding her close, he guided her
— SEE B E LO W —
business life. Adver­
Miss Leland. She is upset natural­ through the mob. It was hard to ed the girl through narrowed eves
. , ,
P lan No. 2
tised goods are the
ly, but it’s always better to know dance in the crowd but Joan found saying, This is quite a surprise ”
• ..ir/b “ 1" ; ,lc ld “ nd Hl>op. g ro u n d
standard by which you
I feel that I owe you an apology ”
the truth.” Paul’s voice was smooth. the happiness of others infectious.
« b ,rtv , ( nOt
F a c to ry ).
Hom e
i ° l,, ° w c d by Hhop w o rk .
spend your income,
Joan said pleasantly. “I was scTun-
Joan did not look up. Better to
“Any
resolutions?”
Paul
asked,
« h i ^ w h lle le a rn in g a ll ty p e «
confident o f getting
set when you came to see me I
let Paul handle this. He went to smiling.
ch cbi coPt r ,° t
r e p a ir ,
flig h t
your money’s worth
{¡beckin g, h y d rau lic.«
hope
you
understand.”
As
she
spoke
the
door
with
Mrs.
Murdock
and
“Not one, except maybe nevfer to her - eyes took in the room. There
every day.
« a ir
..
co m P le te d e t a i l , K o
watched her disappear down the fall in love again.”
o b lig a tio n . G iv e n a m e , ad d recs ,
seemed to be nothing strange here
hall. Then he said, “Well, what
age, ex p e rien ce —to
“So
long
as
you
don’t
give
up
do you think?”
either. It was a nicely decorated
AMERICAN AIRCRAFT
your friends.”
“The whole thing’« a lie,” Joan
TRAINING. Inc.
She smiled at him. “You’re the room beige rugs, panelled walls and
insisted.
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best friend I have, Paul. In fact, Venetian blinds.
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AWAY GO CORNS
D-Scholls Zino
FEEN-A-MINT i ol
(TO BE CONTINUED)
SB A T T E B , W A S H .