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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, OREGON. THURSDAY, JANUARY 25, 1931.
BLOND MM GODDESS
A New Serial
Iy Herbert Jensen
stsOPSISf Janice Iml, the
popular movie alar, hat aieap-p-:ured,
and Frank Orahame and
npin Wiiialow art flying In a bat
tered oU plane alon what they
hope t tier trail, lieore the die
appearance there iiad been a eue
ptcloue accident in which Janice
tvaa involved, a man named Or
tega, oatenaillu in Hollywood to ar
range tor n Uexican picture Kith
itybera. the producer hae tele
phoned Janice and then hae die
appeared himeelf. Frank, who t
much attracted to the etar. bcllevee
Ortega hae abducted her but can
eeetfjn no reason tor hie action. He
an Rpln are about to land at Callente.
Chapter Ten
THE CRASH
TnHE wheels grounded at the edge
of the field and they bumped to
a standstill. Climbing out of the
plane Grabame faced Wlnslow.
"I'll try the hotel," be Bald. "Take
a look at the ships on the line, and
lee If you can se. that cabin job."
"Oke," replied Wlnslow, "... and
Prank: If there's any fancy work to
do, wait tor me, will you?"
The men broke Into a trot, Frank
heading toward the edge of the Held
where was the path that led to the
hotel, Wlnslow diagonally toward a
dark line of planes. Frank noticed
a man appear, walking toward bin
companion.
The two met In mldfleld. They
paused a momnu Grahame saw hla
swung aoutb. For twenty minutes
by the Illuminated dial of Frank's
wrist watcb they followed the coast.
The plane seemed to shake more
excessively than It bad on the pre
vious flight. Something hot stung
Frank's cheek. He put up bis hand;
his face felt hot and greasy. Strain
ing about In his seat he called.
"Engine loosening up. Spin. Let's
get back to Callente."
"I know It!" veiled Wlnslow. "I
haven't been able to raise her In the
last ten minutes!"
Frank pursed his lips In an In'
audible whistle. That meant they
were losing altitude. They could not
lift over the coast range that
blocked them from Callente Held.
The vibration would get steadily
worse.
Already the whirling crankshaft
was putting an Impossible strain on
the connecting-rods. Within min
utes one of them would give; then,
if the big motor did not fly apart.
It would stall. The plane was nose
heavy. HE turned to call to Wlnslow to
tell him to bank and attempt a
return up the coast to Coronado and
San Diego. The engine clattered
suddenly. There was a succession
of sickening 'bumps; whereupon It
seemed to erupt Frank threw his
ACTIVIAN CLUB PLANS
IDAY NIGHT
Plani for dancing party were an
nounced last night at the meeting
of the Active club at the Hotel Med
ford. It wlU be held at the Colonial
olub Friday ntght, January 29. and
will be a .upper dance. The Lady
Actlvlan will be joint boeteasea for
the affair. ,
Dancing will begin at 9 o'clock and
buffet aupper wilt be aerved later.
Guest at last night meeting of
the club were Bruce Bauer and Bre
mon Witch er.
ABOARD ADMIRAL BYRD'S FLAG
SHIP, BAY OF WHALES, Antarctica,
Jan. 26. (Via Mackay Radio) (AP)
An ill wind bled part of the Byrd
expedition Into Idlenesa today.
Springing up auddenly It drove
Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd'a flag
ship from her berth along the low
shelf of crumbling Ice so that none
of thoee on board could go ashore.
Dance at Central Point Orange ball,
Saturday night.
CHICAGO, Jan. 28.-(AP)-The name
of William "Three-Fingered Jack"
White, 44-yer-oId convict, killer and
labor racket terrorist, was erased from
Chicago's list of public enemies to
day after hla slaying in a suburban
Oak Park apartment.
His body, partially unclothed, waa
found last night after tenants of the
building heard a- series of rapid shots
and saw two men flee from the bulM
lng and Jump into a waiting auto
mobile and drive away.
S'MATTER POP
By C. M. PAYNE
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TAILSPIN TOMMY "Happy Landing!'
By OLtNN CHAFKW
and UAL rOBKEST
Th man broke Into trot
eompanlon grasp tha arm of tba
otber, who lifted bis free arm and
pointed toward the edge of the Held.
Wlnslow turned. "Hit Frank!" be
called. "Cm here!"
Frank Joined them.
'We're right, Frank. They were
nere. wuat's-hls-name bore recog
olzed Kent Said he talked with
Micky McOulre who flew them
Iowa He's gone back now. But
Frank ... a car met them."
"A cart Where'd It go?"
The man with Wlnslow lifted bis
irm and repeated the gesture
Qraham had observod.
"Took tha Enclnada road." he
laid.
"What's down there, Spin?" asked
Frank.
"Just a Mex town, seventy miles
south of here. There's a kind of a
harbor, and south of It a thousand
miles of the world's lousiest road."
"When did they leave?"
"About an hour ago. Two men,
and the girl from the plane, and the
guy who was waiting with the car."
"How did Miss Kent look?"
Their Informant swayed his shoul
ders and blinked bis eyes; It waa a
poor Imitation of an Intoxicated per
Ott.
"Can tha act," warned Wlnslow
gruffly.
THE man sbruggod hla shoulders
. and aald, "It ain't Illegal In this
country. They looked kind of blotto
If you ask me. Except the little guy
with th eagle-beak. Mean looking
little cuss. , Loot ed like he was
ready to boave a stick of dynamite
tt anybody spoke to blm. , . ."
Grahame experienced a flicker of
response as the little man waa de
scribed . . . the vulturln shsdow on
the studio panel that waa HI
"What are you guys after 'era for?
, Serve a summons?"
Wlnslow smiled. "Nope. We owe
em a drink. Ready. Frank?"
Tha field man valked with them
to their ship. He commented tbat
tha propellnr waa off balance, which
Wlnslow acknowledged. Me then
suggested that tbe beach at Encln
ada could be landed on If th tide
were out,
"Thanks, old man," asld Qraham.
"We'll get along."
They lifted out of the Held and
roared acrost the low range that lay
between them and the coast, Thty
arms across '.tit face. Hot oil seared
bis neck. .
Wlnslow cried out unintelligibly.
The plane lurched, leveled, and
Frank was conscious of a shock and
the sounds of cracking and of rend
ing about him. Sea water, In a
never-ending cascade, poured over
bis head. He struggled with hla
safety belt and stood erect.
Through the hlsa of breaking seas,
Wins ow called to him In a vole
charged with anxiety,
Frank replied hoarsely, "Okay,
How about you. Spin?"
"Same ht.-e. Was that a wet
smack I Meet th world'a best crack
up man. On th stunt-man's day oft
he crashes "
A black-throated comber reared
Ita crest above them. Frank clung
desperately aa tons of spurn sluiced
about blm.
Wlnslow sputtered, "Get asbore,
Frank. Crate won't float long. An
other like that . . . Shore's not far.
Road's half a mile back. You can
make It. 1 think we're tar enough
ahead to stop that car If you make
tbe road. ..."
A awell lifted them and dropped
them alckenlngly Into tha trough.
"Missed ua. Frank. Next on
won't. Get going, fella'."
Grahame looked seaward. A long,
sullen line of surf was forming a
hundred yards out. Swiftly It began
to move toward them topped w!U
phosphorescent spindrift,
"Com on. Spin, a big one's com
ing." Spin did not answer. Frank
strained hla eyes toward him, a sud
den fear gripping his heart, lis
mad out his companion's fact,
whit agalnat th black sea.
"dot going. Prank." Wlnslow'i
vole was weak. "My arm's on th
bum . . . besides, t can't awlm any
way! . . ."
Tb black bulk of th oncoming
comber arose; It blotted out th
stare. Graham threw himself to
ward It; lunging for that whit tac
that gleamed In the pit of th wav.
His hand found and clutched th
shoulder strap of Spin's 'chute
pack. Tona of water descended upon
him, driving blm down Into tha
blackness.
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Tomorrow, a M.xioan Mghway Is
brrlcd.d.
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UNDER NEW AC!
PORTLAND. Ore., Jan. SSi API
MoonAhlners who have been "getting
by" with light Jsll sentences under
the old national prohibition act, will
find they have run afoul a federal
statute wivi tth. when they are
convicted of violating th Internal
revenue act, governing illicit still
operations.
John McCormlck. A3. Bcappooae.
was the first defendant to plead
guilty to the charge In federal court
here. He today withdrew hla pre
vious not-guilty plea, and U under
Indictment f' poMeaalon of a still.
pnaaceslon of maah, and operation of
a still which was both unlloenaed
and unbonded.
Th prosecutor said the minimum
pensltles provided are 11.700 In fines
and 13 months In Jail If the mini,
mum aentences run consecutively. He
recommended that MrCormL-k be
aentenced to McNeil Island federal
prlann for a year and a day. and the
minimum fine of SI, 700. The court
scented but postponed aentence un
til later In t. day.
The internal revenue act provldea
heavy penalties, running from two to
five-year maximums, and railing for
fines as high ss as.OOO on each count.
Card of Thank".
We wiah to thank our neighbor and
friends for their klndnea to ua during
the slcknew and death of our dear
mother. wish to thank them also
for the beautiful floral otterlrm.
Mra. Florence MctJaniel, Mra. Hay
Searlea, Mrs. aeorg Hutch Ins and
PuuUy.
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