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MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE. MEDFORD. OREGON, TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 1941.
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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
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"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.
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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
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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
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