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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
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you te!! us something about the picture?
and he wants horses. .
I want love
SIDE GLANCES
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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-
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OF SMOKE THAT
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HIS FUEL TANKS
HAVE BEEN
f AND SEE?
THE TINY
FLUTTERING
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rr WILL NOT
BE LONG NOW'
PUNCTURED-
By HAROLD GRAX
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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-
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wll. from the club and her god
mother. Present were Mrs. Has
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