THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS. OREGON
'AGE SIX
With MAJOR HOOPLE
BY J. R. WILLIAMS OUR BOARDING HOUSE
OUT OUR WAY
This Man,
Joe mum
tWloM. 1Q3B, by Willi Corcoran; NEA, Srvic, Inc.
BY
' WILLIAM
CORCORAN
CAT OF CHABACTEBi
JOB MVRRAY
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CHAPTER XVII
fTERRY ient him money out of
what had been saved instantly
aha heard from him. It was rail
road fare, In case he lacked It
Come home! Come home, come
home this minute to Terry!
He went around with the money
in his pocket, thinking, not an
swering. What he was thinking
you might know without being
told. Sinister thoughts, dangerous
thoughts. Both of them jobless.
Their home, finished. He back
home again, back to the old home,
a burden and a drain on them.
She returning to her home, to the
grim servitude it was. He would
"call on her," visit her in that hos
tile, triumphant household, while
they begrudged him the air he
breathed there.
No! He would not! Once that
had a meaning. Once he came
bringing something; he had
strength and he shared It. There
was a danger, and he averted it
There was a small gay needful
one. and he had willingly enough
done for her what there was to
do. There was no more any
meaning in it, unless it be the
measure of his uselessness and his
vain conceit
TOE put the money, excepting
J five dollars, into an envelope
with a note saying he was head
ing west to no known destination,
and he wrote Terry's name and
address on the envelope and
mailed it Then he ' went down
to the railroad yards in the dusk
and waited. He waited an hour,
and swung aboard an empty box
car pulling out in a freight train
heading west
It was that night Terry arrived
at hisboarding house, to find him
gone. ...
And yet another time the Mur
ray at home were to hear from
their Joe from all parts of the
nation. Infrequently, meagerly,
word came from him, rarely with
any real news, never witn an ad
dress to reply to. He wrote merely
to assure them he was alive, fairly
well, still going, dutifully. He
never made mention of Terry,
How he lived no man can tell,
even those who have done it
themselves. It is one of those
small miracles of existence. He
found a vast company over the
land performing the miracle daily,
even as he. He learned com tnem
ouickly what little he did not
know.
The way of the yards and jun
gles: a tiny fire in a gully or un
der a culvert in the rain witn
battered pot boiling . . . scraps oi
food earnered and begged and
pilfered . . . the company of cast
offs of every degree through the
night huddled, with newspapers
itufted in the clothes, close to the
glaze. In the morning a alow
freight trundling through, or
long trek on the highway, with
tew speeding motorists risking
lift
a
pHE way of the cities: the chart
ties, bitter as gall to a man
abo had walked where he willed
In his strength, and was weak
now with hunger . . . the streets.
where hard faces rebuffed
iwkward a plea for a cigaret,
neal . . . the agencies, where
ipiders reveled in the dust and
lot even a pick and shovel stiff
:ould take on any more for as
much as a dollar a day.
It was not easy to keep body
snd soul together, with the cards
. itacked against you.
Once on the national highway
In a central state Joe approached
a roadside gas station and lunch
Itand just about dusK. ne nao
pulled out of the city behind him
larly in the afternoon; it was an
anportant city, and the dusk wai
I grayness streaked with thi
itreaming light of incessant traf
1c, cars that whirled upon out
alindingly and were gone in
alow of wind and fumes and
lumming tires on concrete.
The city had been cold to him;
t did not matter. No place mat
ured. The country was cold to
I man too, but a man could try.
Rebuffs did not matter; they
Bounced off, and a man went on.
Joe braced the restaurant
tec per for something to eat It
was a woman, an elderly woman,
gray-haired and busy and thin,
with ' the look of one who has
raised her children and seen them
go, and now bides her time with
her patient husband. They were
arming people; they ran . tne
itand and the station between
tending the fields and the stock,
a a
JOE stood In the doorway of the
tiny shack housing the restau
rant and spoke his ritual, and he
was surprised at its reception.
The woman straightened up irom
the stove, the old pot-belliea
rtove on which was lavished for
mere neat lengins oi oeauuiui
native oak and hickory, bne
looked at Joe quickly, almost
guiltily in all seeming, and ana
told him to come in, to sit down,
near the heat to wait and she'd
find something for him.
Joe sat down. He was oddly
embarrassed. More oddly, the
woman seemed embarrassed. She
was brusque, slashing around the
little place, talking about the
weather and poor conditions, rat
tling dishes. There was a feeling
In the room ... a curious feeling
like a presence that you could not
place.
"There!" the old woman told
him, plumping down a deep dish
if stew savory and full of nour
ishment "I guess you can make
out on that"
"I guess I can," said Joe in a
sertain tone. "I'm mighty grate
ful." She made an Indefinite sound,
and he fell to eating without de
lay. She sat down in a rocking
;hair near the fire and watched
aim. He looked at her once or
twice, and was again embarrassed.
She watched him eat There was
wmething, and he did not know
what it was.
"I suppose you have a lot of
fellows' asking for a meal?" Joe
said by way both of appreciation
and conversation.
"Fellows?" she said, and her
breath kind of caught "Yes. And
girls too." Her eyes looked away
and ' she ' stared at the glowing
stove with a certain bleakness.
"They're always coming, and I've
fed to many of them. I can t leea
them alL It ain't humanly pos
sible. They come and I turn them
away, I harden my neart ana 1
turn them away." .
Joe looked at her, wondering.
She got un without saying any-
Ihine more and went into the
other room to her cook stove,
where she shook down the fire
vigorously and put on coal and
hoveled ashes.
He sat there in the warmth,
thinking, watching the gray mist.
The old woman came back
presently and asked him if he'd
nave more, but he said no, he'd
lad plenty and was grateful. She
jave him a sack of tobacco and
:igaret papers, and she smiled.
He thanked her, wishing he could
:ay something more. Then he
rent on. He saw her watching
Sim from the window as he went
up the road.
He went on, alone.
(To Be Continued)
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Wmn PAID ME TWO W THERE'S WHUT'S
I BUCKS FE TH' TH1 MATTER WITH
! r VAR.P WOR.K, MOST OF US GUYS.'
HIP- AM' THAT'LL COME SOU NEVER THOUGHT
i7TA IW MIGHTY NICE OF FAYIN' OFF SOME
- FER 'TW PICNIC O' TH" MORTGAGE ON
i KWEXT WEEK A YOUR BIKE THAT YOU
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I COM. 1MIYt W5"5'iMe-
IF YOU'P GRIT YOUR.
TEETH AN' RUSH RI6HT .
OVER AN' RAY OFF TH'
INTEREST AM' SOME OF TH'
PRINCIPAL, I'P SAY YOU
HAP A CHANCE IN LIFE
BUT IT'S TOO HARP FOR
YOU.... INTEREST IS WHUT
LOSES BICYCLES ANP
BUYS YACHTS S
the advisers
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-TO SHOOT AT AROUND
HERE X'VB LANDED
MY BEST JIBES KIOHT
ON HIS BUTTON, BUT HE
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TH1 COUNT YOU CAW
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OFF HIM AND HEti SO
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BY THOMPSON AND COLL
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AND KILLED -
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THE POLICE!
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QU DESPEEATIOW, fcYBA BENDS
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HIS PICTURE- WITH HER. TIUY
CAMERA
&ROOCH
WHAT'S ALL THE
COMMOTION UP
HECE, LADIES?
El UOTHINO MUCH, BEW- I I B'BUT
ITHE5E SAILOCS JU5' THIS MAN'S
I I HAVE- ANOTHER, r ' SEEM MUE"
NOW, LILY-JUST TAKE IT IF
EASY WE OFTEN HAVE!
THESE ACCIDENTS-JUST t
RUN ALONCAM PE DDLS f
VOUB. CIGAHETS. MUM'S I
-, TH' WOaVi SEB 7b
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
BY HAROLD GRAY
( TRANSFUSION.
EH? WELL, GET
at rr- WHW
ftQC wM I Ml
WITING FOR?
THE MAKS DYING,
YOU SY
1 1 1
ER AHEM
VOU SEE HIS
BLOOD IS OF
AN UNUSUAL
TYPE -QUITE
UNUSUAU-
IN FACT. WE HAVE
CHECKED ALL AVAILABLE
DONORS AND WE ER
FIND IT IMPOSSIBLE TO
LOCATE ANY BLOOD OF
THE PROPER TYPE IN
TIME TO HELP-
Tour town doesn't excite me
much Miss Jean Boulware, prize
winning student essayist of Cali
fornia, on her way through-New
York to Europe. .,-
Our government has been our
servant, but if we ask favors it
must become our master: Presi
dent Alan Valentine of Rochester
University. .
FLAPPER FANNY
By Sylvia
cont 1M it ma ttttviet me. r. m, in. o. pat. ort.-
YEAH? HM-M-
I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED
WHAT KIND OF BLOOD
1 HAVE - I'M A PECULIAR
GUY- MAYBE MY BLOOD'S
THAT "UNUSUAL TYPfc
QUICK-TAKE A
SAMPLE "
D-D-DO
YOU
MEANh
IT?
CERTAINLY
I MEAN IT
STOP STALLING"-
IT'S ONLY A
LONG CHANCE
SAVE P. GAMBLER!;
ALL RIGHT
IN HERE !
WE'LL SOON
KNOW- J
HP(XO
QIJftYl
FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS
BLOSSER
0 1TOLO YOUR FATHER
f I UAO A JOB HERE FOR I ,
YOU AS COUNSELOR IF HE'D AV COUNSELOR. ?
j N. LET YOU ACCEPT IT.' S?- ME ?
I'VE BEEN CONMECTED
WITH THIS CAMP FOR,
YEARS J X KNEW
YOU WERE A
GOOD PROSPECTIVE
COUNSELOR, SO i
ARRANGED
THINGS I
GEE,
THAT'S A
SURPRISE
1
in a It
.0 0.
YOU MEAN iVE GOT
"TO SUPERVISE A J
8UNCH OF MVb
LITTLE KIDS Jt EL
AND INSTRUCT Ia aj
TUENA IN
ATHLETICS WELL,
AND THATS
THINCA PRETTY
we've got To Teach
THEM SWIMMING , BOATING ,
BASEBALL AND WOODCRAFT---
SUCH TWINSS AS MAKING A
FiRE by rubbing TWO
STICKS TOGETHER
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WHY DO
THE HARD
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STICK IS
ENOUGH IF IT
HAS SULPHUR.
ON THE7 END
OF IT
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UAH LAC&iV Trt TCI IAC JUi.r
W.AN.THAT YOU WORKED FOR.
WEEKS. RSKNG YOUR MONEY
AVTO YOUR LFE FOR A PROFIT OF
ONLY TWENTY CENTS? YOU
CALL THACT BUSINESS ?
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