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PAGE TOUR MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MEDFORD. OREGON, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1941. innsfe mm mm immm by Phoebe Atwood Taylor i Chapter One 'Bang It, Asey!" ASEY MAYO pretended not to hear her, but neither the distant m. chugging of the eve lng freight nor the rattle of hailstones against the truck's throbbing hood nor even hi own disinclination to listen could drown out the shrill, persistent stream of orders that issued from his Cousin Jennie. "Bang It. Asey! Bane It! Take the wTench an' bang it, 1 tell you! Bang it! We only got fifteen minutes left to get over there! Bang it with the wrench!" Ignoring her Impatient knuckle rappings on the windshield above his head. Asey continued his slow, gentle adjustment of the rusty nut under his fin-ers, and the re calcitrant windsheld wiper con tinued to scrape grudgingly over a triangle half the size of an ice cream cone. "Wrench, wrench, wrench!" Jennie shrilled. "Bang It with the wrench oh, come here, Asey!" With a weary sigh, Asey itraightened up and brushed the accumulated hailstones from the shoulders of his best gray suit. Then, glancing at the winding curves of the Tonset road ahead, he climbed back into the truck. "See?" Jennie pointed accus ingly at the wiper, "book at ui It don't hardly even waggle now! All vour tinkerin's only makin' it wone! I tell you, you got to take the wrench, an' bang at it, like Syl always does. It's quarter to six, Asey, an we re inree nines from Quisset Bang mat wiper an set along!" Asey leaned back against the Slatted seat ana snooK nis neaa. "Jennie, I " "It certainly doesn't seem a lot to ask you!" Jennie said hotly. "Just to deliver a few clams on time for your poor Cousin Syl, lyin' home there with his ankle all sprained, worryin' If he's goln' to lose his Inn clam busi ness or not! Six is as late as Mrs. Doane'll wait, an' I had a terrible time persuadin' her to wait at all. Bix o clock, she told me over the phone, or she'll get new clam man!" "But Jennie. I" "Trouble is." Jennie continued, "you're so busy bein' important these days, bein' a director of Porter Motors an' gettin' your picture taken in Washington with Bill Porter an' all those other en gine bigwigs, you don't car a snap for me an' Syl!" "Now look here, Asey laid as she paused for breath. Ten sec onds after Bill Porter left ma an' my bag at the door, before my hand touched the knob, you were rushln' me off to deliver Syl's clams. You wouldn't listen to my shiftin' the clams to my roadster an' takin the main road. You in sisted on this truck an' this curvin short cut. You wouldn't believe my warnin' about tha hailstorm BUI an I drove through!" "Weil, who would?" Jennie re tor: 1. "Who'd expect hail the tnrldle of JuneT Tha radio man sai l drinle!" "Whatever he said, hail's what you got," Asey said. "I want to beat this clam dead line, but I don't feel up to pilotin' this vehi cle over these curves with two blind crossin's an' three bridges ahead, without seeln' more than a half Inch of roadl An' I cannot mike that wiper workl" "Because you won't bang It! You got to bang it with the wrench!" "One tap," Asey said, "just one tap, an' that wiper'U break down entirely. Why, it's so near ax pirin' right now that a cross word'd finish it forev " "Oh, give me the wrench!" Jennie said In exasperation. "I'll ahow you! Give me tha wrench, I say! I'll do it!" "Jennie, if you bust that wiper, we're goin' to stay right here, clams or no clams, till 1 can see to drive! That wiper can't be banged by any wren ? s -i " V w m W k -AjmJ? "This column's at war, lady! You got to wait.' "Give me that wrench!" Asey shrugged. Jennie Bangs It "VERY well." ha said. "Here you are. Bang away to your heart s content. An J 11 promise you this. If you can bang that wiper into wipin' I'll get Syl'a clama to Quisset by six, even if I have to fly through the hail with 'em gripped in my bare teeth!" "You remember that!" Jennie said as she clambered out. Asev winced as she hacked Vliiuuaiy a. mo wipe, pecting the windshield itself to chatter under tha force of her blows. Then he opened his eyes wide as the wiper, after a preliminary, palpitating spasm, began flipping evenly back and forth in clean, sweeping strokes. "See?" Panting a little. Jennie plumped herself Jown beside him sigam. "now, you 2et me an ayi s clams to the Whale Inn, an' hustle up no, dnn't you start any more fussin I You promised! "All I said," Asey told her with a chuckle, ' was 'Uncle, i ll try to get vou there on time, but don t expect any Superman mira cles from this Jalopy. An' hang on tight" Swaying around soma of the curves and skidding around others, the truck rumbled along the shore road toward Quisset with an accompanying clamor out of all proportion to its speed. Asey heaved a sigh of relief when the rutted ihort cut ended and he swung the truck back onto a tarred highway. "Next time we set out on any clam deliverin' expeditions," he told Jennie as he relaxed his grip on the wheel, "let's give our selves a break an' drive somethin' faster an more flexible than this truck A steam roller, say. How much time we got left?" "If eight of six," Jennie said. We can i list about make it I knew we could if you'd only put your mind to it for mercy's sakes, what're you slowin' down for now? If it's that pesky four corners red light, don't waste time stoppin lor itl iou sau right through, Asey!" "1 meant to. Only." Asey leaned forward and rubbed the steam from the windshield, "only here, lean over an look Jennie. See those fellers swingin' the red lanterns? 'What for? What's the matter?" "Army," Asey said briefly. "They're Just startin' to pass." "One of them columns? One of them long strings of cars an trucks' an guns? ' Jennie's voice rose in a crescendo of dismay. "Uh-huh. Golly, Jennie, It's the same outfit that Bill an' I spent an hour passin' a week ago today. See, now those fellers with the lanterns are switchin' the control box lights to red all around. I guess they're goin' to hold up everythin" on all sides. There's the bus from Boston pullin' up to our left. I'll get out an' see what our chances are of cuttin' through." Turning up his coat collar, Asey walked across to tha nearest sol dier, who was energetically swinging his red lantern at the bus. Tha Army A MINUTE later ha reported back to Jennie. "Looks like we got to wait till the bitter end. It's a timed prob lem, an' the column's runnin late because of the hail, and' they won't let the bus through even though that wouldn't mean stop pin' the column. Huh? If only I had my roadster, Jennie, I could beat It up the West Tonset road an circle ahead or em, but I couldn't ever make it in this truck of Syl's." "Did you tell that fellow who you was?" Jennie demanded. Did you tell him your picture was in the paper with the De fense Commission yesterday, an' that you was Capa Cod's detec tive?'' Asey chuckled. "Nope," he said. "I didn't bring up the Hayseed Sleuth angle, Jennie. We just got to wait. Everybody's got to wait It's too bad about the clams, but we'll explain to Mrs. Doane how we got thwarted by tha Army. She can't carp at that The Army takes precedence over anybody's clams. So Jennie, where you goin'? Jennie, come back here an sit down! Jennie!" "You leave go of my arm!" "Jennie, this hail's changin' to rain look outside. It's already pourln' pitchforks an' gun shov els, an' the only thing you'll get from goin' out an' fussin' at those fellers with the lanterns is a good drenchin'l Now, sit down an' be patient!" "After all I been through to day, with Syl an' his ankle, an' the doctor takin' so long to come, an' tryin' to get someone to de liver these clams, an' then you I an' that wiper, no Army," Jennie ! said with finality, "is goin' to stop me now, not with the inn almost in sight! I'm goin' to deliver these clams by six!" With a striae that reflected her belligerent determination, Jennie marched over to the soldier Asey had talked to. Asey sighed and turned up his coat collar again as snatches of her shrill protests reached him even over the clatter of the pass ing column. He had no desire to sally forth into the downpour, but when Jennie began to pump her fist up and down in people's faces someone had to step in and curtail her. He arrived on scene just in time to hear the soldier's patient answer to her verbal onslaught "Lady, for the purposes of this problem, we're theoretically at war, and you can't pass through this column. This column's at war. See?" You got to wait heyl Hey, youl Lady!" frantically swinging his lan tern, the soldier alternately yelled and blew his whistle at a small sedan that had crept around the Boston bus and was now slowly edging behind him, in front of Syl's truck. Under the impetus of the sol dier's shouted orders, the sedan was rather reluctantly backed up alongside the bus. "Women drivers!" the soldier said wearily to Asey. "Women're the worst! Always got something they (jot to get to. Baby to feed. Cake in the oven. They got to do this, they got to do that! They got to get past! My God. I can't seem to make 'em understand they're smack in the middle of a theoretical Blitzkrieg! They" "Young man!" The driver of the sedan, a slight woman whose face was barely visible under her large umbrella, had been po litely clearing her throat to get the soldier's attention. Now, ap parently realizing the futility c throatclearing in competition with so many varieties of engine noises, she reached across Asey and was tugging at the soldier's raincoat "Young man. 1 fully un derstandcan you hear me? I understand the justice of your stopping cross traffic, but consid ering that I am driving on the same road, and that my passing this intersection will in no way impede the Army's progress. 1 feel that you might recon.idr and allow me to go through." Te be continued Prospect Prospect, Nov. 18. (Spl) Russell Webber returned from Greenville, Cat., last week, where he has been employed for the past two months, and Is scaling logs for the Rogue River Timber company here. Mr. end Mr. J. B. Dobbin left Saturday for Cot tag Orort, to Tint friend. few days. Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Kelley motored to ftoawbur. Saturday, and were ac companied on their return here by tha former's mother, Mra. Frances Kellay, who will ha a RitaM at tha Kelley homa for thormalndar of thla month. Mr. and Mra. Harry Hart apant Wednesday avenlnf In Medford. where Mr. Hart attended a meeting of tha Diamond Lk improremenl Co., and Mra. Hart visited relatma. Among thoae unending Saturday In Medford were Mr. and Mra. Lenlla Dunanan and family. Mr. and Mra. Jumri Dole. Mr. and Mra. Elmer Clemen, and daughter. Dorothy. Mia Evelyn Dltaworth. and Mr. and Mrs , Lee Merrtman. Mra. Hattla Clark, who Is employed at Talent, rutted here Sunday with her eon. Oeorga Wayman. Quest at tha Earl Webber and tha George Sherman homea orer Sunday were Mra. Harry L. Jagce and eon. Lawrence, from Medford, and Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Webber, from Chll oquln. Mr. and Mra. Paul Dole moved to Medford. Saturday, where ha haa em ployment In ona of tha win tils. Mr. and Mra. Ralph Laeey visited friends at Central Point orer tha week-end. Dorothy Hardin of Ashland Is a guest or Mine Elisabeth Cunningham, this week. 25 to 30 Miles on a Gallon This Big Nash Does It AT HIGHWAY ftt(COI Never before has a big car coat so little to nin! This new kind of ear gitea over 500 mile on a taukful of f asolmet And IS'aab gives voa soft coil springs oo all fvur wheels, the world's eauieat steering-new Two-way Roller Steering. You can have, as optional eitraa, a INh Conditioned Air Svstem, and a M!edan Sleeper" Bed. The bur of a lifetime in tbe low eat price 6eld. 5ee it drive it today I rS-l j : 1 1 W less k"" " "- ! 1 V J ? STUDENTS PHOriT Redmond. Ore., Nov. 18. (JF) During the recent urrk Red mond Union hlRh school closed to allow students to assist farm ers in the central Oreeon po tato harvest. 166 students earn ed a total of $2,397.04. Principal Edgar R. Means said today. - iMMioMri ctuvsar ABBEY MOTOR CO. FRANK "RED" CULLEN, Owner l" " J"-'H Phone 3909 Nash TWts Sw series et ftae Ms is. Us tint am iianTa STAT AT THI LARCCST-FINEST 1ST IOCATCD IN 00CO MA N AO IMS NT DAN (. IONOON 40 Years in Congress Is Enough for Norris; Veteran Glass to Run Washington, Nov. 18. (AP One senate veteran. Senator NorrU (Ind.-Neb.), announced today he would retire when his present term expired In January, 1943, while another. Senator Class CD-Va.). said that he would run again next year. The 83-year-old Glass, who came to the senate 21 years ago, said In an interview that "I ex pect to run again; I will run if I am still living." Norris, who will round out 40 years of congressional service with the expiration of his pres ent term, told reporters that "I know now that my ability to work and carry on Is decreas ing." "I do not feel," the 80-year-old Nebraskan continued, "that I vould not be doing Justice to my state or to the nation by trying to hold office after my usefulness has disappeared. A man reaches the age when he is unable to do the work of the senate. I feel that I have reached that period In my life." Profit in Soupf ins Is Proved by Tyro sJ&zWZZ& Port Orford, Ore., Nov. 18. 'T I M J III 7r "-Cri (AP) E. Smith of Port Orford 11 ll l' fl 1 U J jfyibSJ I heard tales of the big profits to i 1 1 kl wl M CV m mfi.f jf be made In soupf In shark liver wl 3 fJtmmm2mZJJ7M m I XyjJT t '$dm r fishing until he couldn't stand it HjjftVt' VJ 'i?'Y fit t .nyonge, Now h. has proof $07, (BLjfTlff Smith went to the Columbia SaV iver, bought a boat for $3500 llWIlwIIIWi S 1lbrh rigged it, returned home, took on I i I jf f 'litlQl' Red Nelson as crewman and ct s&f, (f headed out to sea. Three days I 3JlL V 2Cs3 V J later he was back in port with ir-,- J enough liver to pay for the boat - J jF$J 1 1 wy and. leave a substantial margin JV fizr!i xSi II A 1 of profit for Thanksgiving tur- ! ; 1 -l d "S I f J I key and Christmas gifts. ;;; jfh Jv. r V J An uncharted submarine . mlA'f&l J " XA channel has been located in the f j-WS if 1 "a." 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