Eugene register-guard. (Eugene, Or.) 1930-1983, June 21, 1939, Image 9

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Newspaper Page Text. 31. 193. THE REGISTER-GUARD, EUGENE, OREGON 1TTi- rjRlAL STORY --- BRIDE ON A BUDGET LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE BY JANET DORAN coirmaHT. nia iirvici. inc orable honeymoon, thpn. few honey- But then, . ever it looked so P'lvtoBart, ?"" nn miles that first a smart resori an or- P?j Mit up at fc?r.i There was v . . o ornwded dance ,U a ".pj"...iv Barbed resorters, r Jr.nrilv elad he woman Kfte white sharkskin i" . .u... Every w( D - " . -hnac. Lipon """, itV,es and Kre smart ! sports outfit. r. were flowers, too, wnne Iris pointed out that j!i fcnt had a corsage. Kp .1. iv came around, MBht gardenias, knowing kXE them. Knowing she frtnted nothing else on her r, Hav Ana a iiuucjuwvu , linked to the K however delayed it K' ..-11 Hn it rieht ." he ? u.nHine her the corsage. Crkled. Her ivory damask t toner dance gown contrast tP . ...... ,nv, th deen. rich Ehid achieved through & treatments at Madame rTi..tv Salon, supplemented Ksuch swimming and actual r . . eummor Qiin as Uffllance r thjd managed Sundays, eve Lnd holidays. And her new K . vntif. If man ! ...hilieated and poised as Eu. .Ise ever had. That, and Llstinum rinse she had had to r r . . . . . 1.1 j3 Unit. 11 eht ner Diuuu nan, KlT. 1 D..I) Aren't 1M! IS iun, in", - jilid you came now, darling? ,r slaving in that pokey old foil! these months?" Jbentary anxiety lest aisaster Kill his precious store during ihunce. 1, the morning, Iris wanted to fc golf. Not because ' she was U it it She frankly admitted Ins terrible. Or because Bart fcdplsy any more 1,1811 tne most fcitory of duffer's games. But Ease she had a brand-new Ci'i frock termed the "Golf- V ihiicost 513 ana was 01 print (wnucker of a flattering, dull trier blue that made her eyes L violet. In it, with cute little .heeled brown saddle white ox- tii ind ankle sox of pale blue fewith a blue kerchief knotted hlessly about her newly plan ted hair, Iris knew she was a kn attack, an air raid on any body's attention. They rented clubs, and hirPd a caddy, until Iris saw the pro. Then there was nothing to it. She had to have a few lessons. She was ter rible. Her slice was something out 01 a man oraer catalog, and her approach was awful. The pro was 28, Latin, dark and handsome. He was also cynical, and hard pushed for money. Bart paid, watching with seeth ing frustration. He didn't like golf. He consmerea It silly, a waste of time. Besides, it was hard work. And why pay out good hard earn ed money to work away at some thing you didn't like? "You go on back to the club house, darling," Iris said several times, "if you don't want to watch. Mr. Hess can help me." Bart stayed. Grimly, he staved until the golf lessons were over. He disliked Mike Hess on principle alone, and he did not care for golf. Still as Iris pointed out later, what was a honeymoon, or a vacation either for that matter, if you couldn't do any of the things you wanted to do? "All my life, darling, I've want ed to try a few golf lessons and see what I could do with my game Don't be an old stick-in-the-mud All the girls at home, do. Marcia Trent and Judy Gallagher and Mary Pearce. They took lessons from the Country Club pro, and they're frightfully expensive. I'd never dream of taking any, if they were that extravagant." Thinking of the $10 thrown to the far winds, Bart was silent. Per haps Iris was right. Perhaps he didn t understand. But at the beach, when they went out to swim and sun-bathe, Iris was by far the .loveliest lady present. Her thick, powder blue wool suit, and brief little terry cloth cape, and the bright blue cap she tugged down sung over her platihmum hair, snapping a nar row strap under her soft little chin, had half the smart resort beach watching her. It made Bart so proud, so enor mously proud of his bride. Of knowing she was his wife, not just his girl. That this was their honey, moon. They lay on the sand, sun-bathing and watching a lifeguard do stunt dives off the spring-board Watching Iris turned away after a while and sighed. She was an ex' cellent swimmer, but had never learned anything spectacular in diving. "Want to try some of that stuffy noney- FLAPPER FANNY By Sylvia corn. v ma soviet. WW. T.M.M0.U..fT.0ff. 1 1 CJl 1 ' you te!! us something about the picture? and he wants horses. . I want love SIDE GLANCES ivicr 11a t. m. ro. u. . mt. ctr. If He Had the Wings of An Angel Iris stared at him. startled. She swallowed carefully and sifted a slender handful of hot white sand over his lean wrist. "You're kidding, Bart." "Kidding nothing: you'd have them falling off the sand, at Avalon Beach, back home, honey. And you could do that flip. You're quick at picking up things like that." Bart, darling, didn't you see the sign on the lifeguard stand? It says lessons, instruction by the hour, or to suit your purse. Diving extra." "Sure, I know, honey. Go ahead." "Bart, he's just the same as a pro, don't you see? You'll have to pay him to teach me." She didn't add, "and you'll hate that; you always hate paying for anything unless it s absolute necessity." She was too enthralled over the pros pect of actually learning how to do one of those graceful, man on the flying trapeze trick dives. Ab solutely no one at home knew how to do them. Not even Buddy Syl vester, who was a perfect seal, and could do almost anything in, on, or under water. Come on, honey. I'll bet you'll wow 'em when we get back. They spent $25 for diving les sons, and the pro was a peach. Married himself, he confided. The little woman was there with him, She worked in the main dining room, and bossed five girls. He gave Bart a reduced rate because they were honeymooners, and be cause Bart's friendly interest mov' ed him. "The wife would love to meet you folks, I'm sure," he told them, when the lessons were over. Iris managed to execute an imperfect, but nonetheless fairly authentic single jack-knife dive. You re good, Mrs. Whittaker; you could be a pro. Only it's a cinch you won't ever have to wor ry about working." Iris explained to Bart, in their room, while they changed to nor mal clothes again. "Just a lifeguard, married to waitress, Bart Nobody you could afford to cultivate.. Secretly, Bart was disappointed He liked the ex-college boy, turned lifeguard to eke out a summers existence. He liked the idea of the girl bossing five girls in the dining room 50 she could be near her hus band. He thought they were swell, He said so. What's wrong with people like that, Iris? They're swell. And if there were more folks like Bing ham and his wife, there'd be less dizzy finance in this world. Peo ple with both feet down solid on earth like that, earning ineir own way and not going beyond their means. ... "Bart, couldn't you leave your finance and adding machines be hind until we finish our honey moon, please?" Sorry," he said gruffly. But he wasn't He was a trifle mad. That night, while Iris dressed for the moonlight dance, he went down ahead of her, and hunted Bingham up, offering him a smoke. They sat on the running board of a sports car and smoked and talk ed. Bart learned that Ted Bingham was an engineer that is, he had his degree and was waiting for an assignment, and Dotty, his wife, was a singer, with five years at the Conservatory of Music behind her. "She wants to make grand opera but if we wangle a radio spot for her, we'U be pretty tickled," Ted explained. Bart left him with genuine re gret. He liked him more than any of the fellows they palled around with at home: John Trent, or Hor ace Negley, or Don Hammond. He liked him for a realism, a simple, direct honesty that he saw less and less of, around him at home. The way Bingham surveyed his scuffed crepe sole oxfords and said, "Gosh, have I got to buy another pair of shoes pretty quick, or be on my feet again?" The contrast the simple statement made to the light sophisticated veneer over every thing his friends at home said or did. "Darn," Negley had said, spill ing cafe au lait down his new seer sucker suit front "my favorite Saturday night pants, too." As if he had a dozen at home; as if any one pair of trousers were even half paid for, on time. I m glad, uiai was loiunau Negley, laughing shrilly, "I hated that cheap cloth, ho. 1 toid you 11 would look awful on you. Seer sucker is for flat, thin men. Like Bart." "Where were you, Bart?" Iris asked, when he returned to get her, 10 minutes late. "Whatever Kepi you so long?" "I forgot to lock the car," Bart said gravely. Knowing he'd be cen sured petuianny lor cavorung even conversationally with life-guards. Ex-college halfback, cub engineer lifeguards. Iris didn't approve. (To Be Continued) IS NO USE. PUNJAB SEE STILL HE CLIMBS - YOUR BULLETS HAVE BEEN FUTILE' HE WILL FLY FAR TO NIGHT" PERHAPS, 1 BUT NOT WITH GASOLINE -OBSERVE CLOSELY, MY FRIEND- B l flffi Ur. 0. 1 P( Off j J cr.ijM. its, by TWKymnr.'Tfo Y YES THE X tiny Iks Ms OF SMOKE THAT FOLLOWS HIM HIS FUEL TANKS HAVE BEEN f AND SEE? THE TINY FLUTTERING FLAME .TOO- rr WILL NOT BE LONG NOW' PUNCTURED- By HAROLD GRAX - . Mai ' LET HIM GO- 4 YES-LET US 1 f DRAGONS OF DEATH I. fV 600N NOW HE I NOW SEARCH 1(1 MOST LEAP OR I AM . WILL BE BUT A 1 FOR SAHIB I I DOOMED TEN SECONDS . f SMOKING CINDER I WARBUCKS AND 1 J MORE COMES CREMATlON-r. I?:, DROPPING FROM fl LITTLE ANNIE-, 1 UA NOT THKT NOT THAT I THE SKY- W. DOG-SPEAK! POPEYE Now Showing "That's No Way to Treat a Lady!" Tomorrow "THE PRIVACY OF A GOLDFISH." By E. C. SEGAR PLEASE THIK1K SOME MORE fTWtfSk ffSljSH'ttT WTJ LOVELY THOUSHTS..THE A ( Lt'ISW V IMEEP A MAMICUKE? r MAGIC RlUfi AM' IF YA DO MOT LIKE WHAT I THIKiKS YAKIW GET SOMEBODY ELS5 lO TO YfcWi TXINKINT Lor1) MUST AMOMEKiT. I SAW VOUR -LAST THOUGHT Vi SECRET AGENT X-9 The G-Man's Attempt is Arrested By ROBERT STORM AS THE TRAIN BAPIOLV HEARS A NEUJ ARCA OF PV ACTIVITY, PRINCESS 1 leiMA BECOMES WHK7 BOTtHESB CLOTHES. POIMCSSS I J POT THSM ON " rlVA NOT TAKING ANV I CHANCES OF GETTING NABBED BV C3-MEN I WHEN WE GST OFF 4J' eut my evening clothes maybe he'll stop tbe next HONORED ON BIRTHDAY BELLFOUNTAIN, June 20.- (SpeciaD Members of the Past Nnhle Grands club of Maple Re- hekah Lodee. number 171, of Al- nine were entertained recent- by Mrs. Ernest Smith at her home t of BellfounUin with a cov ered dish luncheon. The main feature of the business meeting was the presentation of birthday si fix to Mrs. Elmer Sankey . of wll. from the club and her god mother. Present were Mrs. Has kins of Wells, a guest, Mrs. Elmer Sankey, Mrs. J. L. Post, Mrs. Myrtle Key, Mrs. J. V. Mill, Mrs. r.u,l Hnlter. Mrs. J. A. Men- syel, Mrs. H. C. Holter, Mrs. Emile Pr re. Mrs. rl. r . irvin anu wic hostcts, W A r THEM THEY ARE BEMBMBE8. X WAMY1 C OLD LADIES- O-OH- f6TABT THBjL, PNJ. jt MINUTE UOLA DEAB, ONG FALSE MO06 r ? Jr-f , DON'T UJGAH .HIOH , L . UNDBB--YJ -THgre-jCnijoaTjou fit: ( Heels- come om.'( jj?" .'"i? LiLLi Ml BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Hard to Take Vv , By MARTm HCMS, SEEVi TO VX AW 1 f i 6AY--WOOVO YOO B W X 1 . , P ' I WEU.-6000 DW I 1 f fvtyv MOT TAV TSt'T ?.lV0 TV.tO IN. ME YORW WC , A(jp Wl06 ? tSx UT'i6A4ril I lotT CAW-T 5a I VSS VWA& MS.W6H'6 LE6AV WtWELViCt' TW--V3E.X. fHW V 7 v! J&l BOO I BVBW "TO TKM I VT TOOSAVY SXJVNW VAE MO A DAY EtW1WN6 WE CAW J DE.V6WEO f tifSSs. 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