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a a ® s ftO RTO a g' & a "WHERE'S YOUR MAN 7" SYNOPSIS. lntroducing "So Big" (Dirk DeJong) In hi* In fancy. And his mother, Sellna DeJong, daughter of Simeon Peake, gambler and gentleman of fortune. Har life, to young womanhood In Chicago in 1888, has been unconventional, some what sepmy, but generally enjoy able. At school her chum Is Julio Hempel, daughter of August Hempel, butcher. Slmeonls killed In a quarrel that Is not his own, and Sellna, nineteen years old and practically destitute, secures a position .is teacher at the High Prairie school. In the outskirts of Chicago, living at the homo of a truck farmer, Klaas Pool. In Koelf. twaive years old, son of Klaas, Sellna perceives a kin dred spirit, a lover of beauty, like herself. Sellna hears gossip concerning the affection of the "Widow Paarlenberg," rich and good-looking. foY I'ervuj DeJong. poor truck farmer, who Is Insen sible to the widow's attractions. Pervus buys Sellna s lunch box at the community "auction." Over her lunch box which Sellna and DeJong share together, the school-teacher arranges to In struct the farmer, whose educa tion has been neglected. Propin quity leads to mutual affection. Sellna becomes Mrs. DeJong, a "farmer'a wtfp." with all the hardahlpa unavoidable at that time. Dirk Is born. Sellna (of Vermont stock, businesslike and shrewd) haa plans (or building up the farm, which are rldlouled by her huaband. Maartje Po»l, Klaas' wife, dies, and after the requisite decent Interval Klaas marries the "Widow Paarlen berg." The boy Roelf, sixteen years old now, leavea hla home, to make bla way to Francb and atudy, 'his ambition being to be come a sculptor. Dirk Is eight yeara old when hla father dlea. Sellna rises to the occasion and. with Dirk, takel a truckload of vagetablea to the Chicago mar ket. to the amaxenient of her nelghbora. The men at the Hay market regard Sellna as an In truder. CHAPTER Vll—Continued —lo— turned the horses' heads toward the city. "You'd be surprised. Jan, to know of all the things you're going to lieur of some day that you've never heurd of before." Still, when twenty yearj had pussed and the Ford, the phonograph, the radio, and the rural mall delivery had dumped the world at Jan's plodding feet he liked to tell of that momentous day when Sellna DeJong had driven off to market like a man with a wagon load of hand scrubbed garden truck and the boy Dirk perched beside her on the seat. If, then, you had been traveling the Halsted road, you would have seen s decrepit wagon, vegetable laden, driven by a too-thin woman, sallow, bright eyed, In a shapeless black dress, a bat tered black felt hat thut looked like a man's old "fedora" and probably was. On the seat beside her you would have seen a farm boy of nine or thenMbouts— a brown freckle-faced lad In a comically home-made suit of clothes and a straw hat with a broken and flopping brim which he was for ever jerking off only to have it set firmly on sgaln by the woman who seemed to fear the effects of the hot afternoon • sun on his close-cropped bead. A't their feet was the dog Pom, a mongrel whose tall bore no relation to his head, whose lil-aaaorted legs ap peared wholly at variance with hla sturdy barrel of a body. He dosed now, for It had been hla duty to watch the wagon load at night, while Pervu* olept. A .shabby enough little outfit, but magnificent, too. Here was Sellna De- Jong, driving up the Halsted road toward the city Instead of alttlng, black-robed, in tiie farm parlor while High Prelrle # came to condole. In Se llna, as they jogged along the hot dusty way. there welled up a feeling very like elation. More than ten years ago she had driven with Klaas Pool up that same road for the first time, and In spite of the recent tragedy of her father's death, her youth, her loneli ness, the terrifying thought of the new home to which she was going, s stranger smong strangers, she bad been conscious of s warm little thrill of elation, of excitement—of adven ture ! That was It "The whole thing's just a grand adventure," her father. Bimeon t'eake. hag said. And now the sensations of that day wire repeating themselves. Now, as then, she took Mock. Youth wss gone, but she had health. courage; a boy of nine; twenty five acres of wornout term Isnd; dwelling and outhouses In s bsd stste of repair; and a gay adventuresome thst was never to die, though It led her Into curious places and she often found, at the end. only a track leas waste from which she had to re trace her steps painfully. But always, to her. red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and porphyry. Life hss no wespons against n woman like that. f , Down the hot dusty country road. She was serious enough now. The cost of the funeral to be paid. The doctor's bill. Jan's wages. All the expenses, large and small, of the poor Uttle farm holding. On down the road. Here a bead at a front room window. There a woman's csllcoed figure standing In the door way. Mrs. Vander Sljde on the porch, fanning her flushed face with ber apron; Cornelia Snip la the ysrd pre tending to tie up the drooping stalks of the golden glow sad eyeing the ap proeching team with the avid gossip's gane. To these Bellas wared, bated. By EDNA FERBER (©, Doubieday, P»l« * Co.) WNU Utrrlo*. 'How d'you do, Mra. Vander Sljde!" A prim reply to this salutation. Dis approval writ large on the farm-wife's flushed fact. "Hello, Cornelia !" A pretended start, notable tot Its bad acting. "Oh, is it you. Mrs. DeJong! Sun's In my eyes. I couldn't think It was you like that." Women's eyes, hostile, cold, peering. Five o'clock. Six. The boy climbed over (he wheel, filled a tin pail with water at a farmhouse well. Tliey ate and drank as they rode along, for there was no time to lose. > The hoy had started out bravely enougn in the heat of the day, sitting up very straight beside his mother, calling to the horses, shrieking and waving his arms at chickens that flew squawking across the road.. Now he began to droop. "Sleepy, Soblg?" "No. Should say not." His lids were heavy. She wrapped the old black fascinator about him. In the twilight the dust gleamed white on weeds, and brush, and grass. The far off mellow Bonance of a cowbell, Horses' hoofs clopplng up behind them, a wagon passing lo a cloud of dust, a curious backward glance, or a greeting exchanged. One of the Ooms boys, or Jakgb Roomsma. "You're never going to mar ket, Mis' DeJong T' staring with china blue eyes at lier load. "Yes, I am, Mr.' Boomsma." , "That ain't work for a. woman. Mis' DeJong. You better stay home and let the men folks go." Sellna's men folks looked up at her —one with the asking eyes of a child, one with the trusting eyes of s dog. "My men folks are going," answered Sellna. But then, they bad always thought her a little queer, so It didn't matter much. She urged the horses on, refusing to confess to herself tier dread of the destination which they were approach ing. Lights now, In the houses along the way, and those houses closer to gether. The boy slept. Night hsd come on. The figure of the woman drooped a little now as the old wagon creaked on toward Chicago. A very smnll fig ure in the black dress and a shawl over ber shoulders. She had taken off her old black felt hat. The breeze ruffled her hair that was fine und soft and It mude a little halo about the white face that gleamed almost luminously °ln the darkness ss she turned It up toward the sky. "I'll sleep out with Soblg In the wagon. It won't hurt either of us. It will he warm In town, there In the Haymarket. Twenty-five cents—maybe fifty for the two of ua, in the rooming house. Fifty cents just to sleep. It tukes hours of work In the fields to make fifty cents." She drove aloftg In the dark, a dowdy farm woman In shapeless garments; Just a bundle on the rickety sest of a decrepit truck wagon. The lights of the city came nearer. She was think ing clearly. If disconnectedly, without bitterness, without reproach. "My father was wrong. He said that Ills was a great adventure—a fine show. He said the more things that happen to you the richer you are, even If they're not pleasant things. That's living, he Mid. No matter what bap pens to you, good or bad. It's Just so much—what was that word be used? —so much—oh, yea—'velvet' Just so much velvet. Well, It Isn't true. He had brains, and charm, and knowledge and be died In a gambling house, shot while looking on at someone else who was to have been killed. . . . Now we're'on the cobblestones. Will Dirk wske UpT My little So Big. . . . No. he's ssleep. Asleep on a pile of po tato aecks because his mother thought thst life was a grand sdventure—a fine show—and that yoo took It as It came A lie! I've taken It aa It came and made the best of It Thst Isn't the wsy. You take the best and make the roost of It . . . Thirty-fifth street* that was. Another hour and a half to reach the Haymarket . . . I'm not afraid After all, you Just sell your vegetables for what you can get. . . . Well. It's going to be different with him. I mustn't call him Soblg sny more. He doesn't like It Dirk. That's s fine name. Dirk DeJong. ... No drifting slong for blm. I'll ses that he stsrts with a plan, aad follows it Hell hwre every chance. / Every chance. Too late for me. now, fat he'll be dif- ferent Twenty-second street . . . rwelfth. . . . Look st all the people! . . . Tm enjoying this. No use denying It Pm enjoying this. Just ss I enjoyed driving slong with Klsss Pool that evening, years and years ago. Scared, but enjoying It. I'erhaps I oughtn't ,to be—but tbst's hypocritical snd sneaking. . Why not If 1 really do enjoy It! I'll wake him. . . . Dirk! Dirk, we're al- moot there. Look at all the people, and the lights. We're almoet there." The boy awoke, raised himself from bis bod of sacking, looked about, blinked, ssnk back agsln snd curled Into a hail "Don't want to are the lights. . . . people. . .••." He wss asleep sgsht. Sellns guided the horsea skillfully through the down town streets.- They were within two blocks of the Haymarket, on Ran dolph street. , "Dirk! Come. now. Come up l»ere with asother." OimnbHag. he climbed to the seat, yawned, smacked his lips, rubbed bis knuckle* Into hU eyes. Soon he was awake, and looking about lilm interestedly. They turned Into the Haymar)cet. The wagons were streaming in from the German truck farms that lay to the north of Chicago as well as from the Dutch farms that lay to the southwest, whence Sellna came. Fruits and vegetables—tons of It—acres of it —piled In the wagons thut blocked the historic square. Through tills little section, and South Water street that lay to the east, passed all the verdant growing things that fed Chicago's millions. Something of tills came to Sellna as she maneuvered her way through the throng. She felt a little thrill of significance, of achieve ment. She knew the spbt she wanted for her own. It was Just across the way from Chris Spanknoebel's restau rant, rooming house, and saloon. Chris knew her; had known Pervus for years and his father before him; would be kind to her and the boy fn case of need. Dirk was wide awake now; eager, excited. He called to tbe horses; stood up in the wagon; but clung closer to her as they found themselves In tbe thick of the melee. "Here's a good place, mother. Here! There's a dog on that wagon tike Pom." Pom, hearing his name, stood , up, looked Into the boy's face, quivered, wagged a nervous tall, barked sharply. "Down, Pom! Quiet, Pom 1" She did not want to attract attention to herself and the boy. It was still early. She bad made excellent time. Pervus had often slept In snatches as he drove Into town and the horses had lagged, but Sellna had urged them on tonight. Halfway down the block Sellna espied the place she wanted. From the oppo site direction came • truck farmer's cart obviously making for the same stand. For the first time that night ♦ &\MrTS "I'm Here to Sell the Vegetables 1 Helped Raise. Oet Out.of My Way, Yeul" Sellna dnftr the wblp ont of Its socket and clipped sharply her surprised nags. With a start andLa shuffle they broke Into sn awkward Ippe. Ten aeconds too lste the German farmer perceived her Intention, whipped up hla own tired team, arrived at'the spot Just as Se llna, blocking the way, prepared to back into the vacant apace. "Heh, get out of there yoo—" he roared; then, for the first time, per ceived in the dim light of the street thst his rival was a woman. He fal tered. stared open-mouthed, tried other tactics. "You can't go In there, missus." "Oh, yes. I can."' She backed her team dexterously. "Yes, we can!" shouted Dirk In an attitude of fierce belligerence. "Where's your maar demanded the defeated driver, glaring. "Here," replied Sellna; pot ber .hand on Dirk's head. The other, preparing to drive on, re ceived thla Flth Incredulity. He as somed the existence of ■ husband in the neighborhood—et Chris Spanknoe bei's probably, or talklpg prices with a Mend st another wagoa when be should be hers attending to his own. In the absence of this, her natural pro tector. be relieved his disgruntled feel ings ss he gathered up the reins. "Woman alnt got no business here la HsymarkeC anyway. Better you're home night time hi your kitchen where you belong." This admonition, so glibly mouthed by so many people In the past few days, now wss uttered once too often. SeUna'a nerves mapped. "Don't talk to me like that, you great stupid I What food does It do s wom an to stay homo In her kitchen U she's going to starve there, and her bojr with her! Staying home In my kitchen wont earn me any money, rm here to sell the vegetables I helped raise and rm gotaf to do It Get out of my way, your Now abe clambered over the wagon wheel to unhitch the tired horses. It la Impossible to tell what interpretation the dumfounded north alder put upon hsc movements. Certainly be had • «w ■ m **-z THE ALAMANCE GLEANER, GRAHAM. N. C. nothing to fear from this small gaunt creature with tbe blazing eyes. Never theless as lie gathered up his reins ter ror was writ large on his rubicund face. I "Teufel I What a woman !** Was off In a clatfer of wtfeels and hoofs on the cobblestones. Selina unharnessed swiftly. "Ton stay here. Dirk, with Pom. MotherTl be back In a minute." She marched down the street driving the horses to the barns where, for twenty-five cents, the animals were to be housed in more comfort than their owner. She was back soon. "Come, Dirk." "Are we going to sleep herel" Ha was delighted. "Bight here, all snug In the hay, like campers." The boy lay down, wriggling, laugh ing. "Like gypsies. Ain't it, mom?" " 'lsn't it,' Dirk—not ain't It.'" The school teacher. She lay down beside him', put on* arm around him and drew him to her, close. And suddenly he was asleep, deeply. The street became quieter. The talking and laughter teased. The lights were dim at Chris Spanknpebei's. Selina lay looking up at the sky. There were no tears in her eyes. She was payt tears. She thought, "Here I am, Selina Peake, sleeping In a wagon. In the straw, like a dog with its puppy snuggled beside It I was going to be like Jo In Louisa Alcott'a book. How terribly long It la going to be until morning. . . . I must try to sleep. ... I must try to sleep " She did sleep, miraculoualy. Aa she lay there, the child in her arma, asleep, peace came to the haggard face, relaxed the tired llmba. Much like an other woman who had lain In the straw with her child in her arma almost two thousand years before. Chapter VIII It would be enchanting to be able to record that Selina, next day, had phenomenal- success, disposing of lier carefully bunched wares to great ad vantage, driving smartly off up Hal ated street toward High Prairie with a goodly profit jingling in her scuffed leather purse. The truth la that ahe had a day so devastating, so catas trophic, aa would have discouraged most men and certainly any woman less desperafe and determined. She bad awakened, not to daylight but to the three o'clock blackness. The street was already astir. Selina brushed her skirt to rid It of the cling ing hay, tidied herself as best she could. Leaving Dirk still asleep, she called Pom from beneath the wagon to act aa sentinel at the dashboard, and croased the street to Chris Spank noebel's. She knew Chris, and he her. He would let her wash at tbe faucet at the rear of the eating bouse. Bhe would buy hot coffee for herself and Dirk to warm and revivify tbem. They would eat the aandwlcbes left from the night before. As Selina entered the long room tbege was something heartening, reas suring about Chris' clean white apron, his ruddy color. From the kitchen at the rear came the Bounds of sizzling and frying, and the gracious scent of coffee and of frying pork and pota toes. Selina approached Chris. His round face loomed out through the smoke like the aun In a fog. "Well, how goes It sll tbe while?" Then he recognised her. "Cm Gottes!—why, It's Mis' De- Jong 1" He #iped his great hand on a convenient towel, extended It In sympathy to the widow. "I heerd," be aald, "I heerd." His lnartlculateneea made his words doubly effective. "I've come In with the load, Mr. Spanknoebel. The boy and L He's still asleep In tbe wagon. May I bring him over here to clean him up a little be fore breakfast?" "Sure! Sure!" A sudden suspicion struck him. "You ain't slept In the wagon, Mis' DeJong! Dm Gottes!—" "Yes. It wasn't bad: The boy slept the night through. I slept too, quite s little." "Why yon didn't come here? Why—" At the look In Sellna's face be knew then. "For nothing yoa and the boy could sleep here." "I knew that! That's why." "Dont talk dumb, Mrs. DeJong. Half the time the rooms Is vscant Yon and the boy chnst as well—twenty cents, then, and pey me when yoa got It Bat anyway yoa don't come In regtsr with the lead, do yon? That aM't for womaaa." "There's ao one to do It for me, rf cept Jan. And he's worse than no body. Just through September and October: After that maybe " Her voice trailed off. It Is bard to be hopefal at three In the morning, before breakfast It loeke like a eaee of make er break with Selina. Deee she euoossd or fall? (TO BS CONTINUED ) Chances Goad "Mother, we have bean In tbe kitchen telllhg fortunes with floor, ap ple parings, cords snd thlrga. I am to hare trouble with a dark woman."- "Yes, I think yeaU beer from tbe cook." A ten-foot boa coast rie or In a Mexi can hotel takes the plsa of a houae cat as a moosar and Is regarded as more daageroas than a cat Of Daddy's Ep4Evei\ii\ft fairy Tale BONNER tenmta m w yunn COLD TAG "Hello," aald Carrie Cough, "fet'a all join In and play a tag." "Let's." said Susy Sneeze. "L e t's," said vji Clarence Sofe i JTL. "k e * B '" ■ a 1 Harry Headache. Jtflßl "I'll be It,"- aald Susy Sneeze. "Where will we yn L play this tlmeT" aak e d Clarence Sore Throat. W Z7\f/[{\ \ "Oh, let's play Ay at Melly's. She la V\ so proud, because she seldom has a ■ Ym .1 Qpld that well -You Can't Catch P UDlsh her for her Ma," Said Car- Pride." rie Cough. Now know tlie members of tbe Cold family are.very mean. They have n* consideration of a person's feelings, none whatever. They don't care how they make a person feel. They have no sympathy and no klndfe tineas. In fact they are as hateful as hate ful can be. Susy Sneeze had a first cousin named Susy Sneeze, and also a twin slater by that name, and the cousin had a twin sister by tbe same name; which was curious, but a fact. There were many In the family, and they didn't bother to have a great many different names. They were too busy doing mean things to think up a variety of names. "Yes, let's play at Melly's," said Suay Sneeze. "All right," aald Clarence Sore Throat. "All right," aald Carrie Cough. "All right," aald Harry Headache. "And yop're It" aald Carrie Cough to Susy Sneeze. Tm It" ahe answered. They began to play so quickly that Melly waa taken by surprise. At first she couldn't believe It waß true. She couldn't think bow ahe could have caught cold. , She hadn't bad her feet wet lately, nor had she worn too few clothes, nor had ahe gone out when It had rained without rubbers. She couldn't think at all how she had caught the cold. For ahe realized In no time at all that ahe was In for a regular cold. Even though It bad been hard to be lieve at first It was certainly so. "You can't catch me, you can't catch me" said Harry Headache. "Tag. yoifre It 1" shouted Susy Sneeze. Now Uelly hack been sneezing and sneezing and sneezing and sneealng. It had seemed as though she couldn't stop sneezing. And bow her head did ache. She had sneezed so hard and the cold In her head waa so bad that ber head ached dreadfully. "You can't catch me, yoa can't i catch me," cried Clarence Sore Throat to Harry Headache. JTagl You're It I" shouted Harry i Headache. Oh, how aore Melly's threat did feel now. Never bad ahe known a cold to dash along so rapidly aa this one. | Usually It had not gone ao fast, Uhls i waa dreadful. Now her throat waa ao' ( •ore. She still sneesed some, her head | still ached, but her throat waa raw and •ore and hurt to swallow. , "You cant catch me, you can't catch me," «ald Carrie Cough to Clarence , Sore Throat I "Tagl You're it!" shouted Clarence , Sore Throat I Melly began to cough. And It hurt | to cough, too. Her head atlll ached, she still sneezed some, her throat waa very sore and ahe coughed. Not one of tbem would give up play ing. Sometimes her throat aeemed wone than ber head, aometlmea It was the other way around. But never had she had a cold gallop through her aa this one had. Nor did any part of the | , cold completely leave her. It all remained with ber. It waa all be cause they were JH H playlntf the game of Cold Tag "at sHHf Melly's" aa they aald. Yoa know C / bow you will play \ tag—a very nice. \ j/.) Jolly game. Bat they were J playing Cold Tag w-"| which 1a far from I j being a nice game. I f instead of playing i""*- I ZJ It out la the open Har HMd W|| they choose a per son's throat and bead In which to play It—and that la not kind. Nor I* It showing the least hit of consideration It la. you see. all because every member of the Cold family Is entirely lacking in sympathy. That Is the whole trosblsi "Urn Soap, Mamma!" I was washing aotne spinach for din ner and after several washings I said. 1 SKwtly to myself: "My, bat this spinach la dirty," when Jeaa advised: "Das soap, ibsshsm. use soap^" HOW TO KEEP WELL DR. FREDERICK R. GREEN Editor of "HEALTH" 00000000000000000000000000 Niwaptptr Union.) EATING A THIRD OF YOUR INCOME tJOW much of your income do 700 n eat? If less than one-third you are more careful than the average. Ten years ago, one-fifth of one's In come was considered enough to spend on food. Today, according to a sur vey _made by the American Academy of Political and Social Science, American families spend from 85 to 40 per cent of their incomes for food. That means that we eat one-third to half of ail we earn. The retail storekeepers have an or ganization through which they keep track of what the Ameri-an public buys and bow much it pays. In 1909, the purchase of food of all kinds at retail stores amounted to $4,000,000,- 000. By 1921 this bad doubled. "Of course," you say, "that was war prices." But since 1921 it has doubled again 1 The total national annual income, what we all of us earn to* 1 year by our work, whatever it Is, is $88,000,- 000.000. Of thi% $35,000,000,000 is spent at retalt stores. Nearly one half of this, or $15,000,000,000, la spent for food, while another billion and a half goes for candy and soft drinks, which are additional food. Naturally, spending this nmount for food, we ought to he the best-fed na tion on earth. We are. Estimated In calories or beat-producing units, the body needs about 2,000 calories a day for Its own nourishment. How mnch more Is needed depends on one's work. Rqbner estimated that a clerk doing sedentary work needs 500 calories ad ditional or 2,500. A professional man deeds a little more, or 2.600, while laborers nt different trades need from 3,000 to k,OOO, depending on the kl?d of work. Atwater, the American au thority, says from 2,700 to 4,500. The average consumption in this country Is 3,700 or 700 heat units ■ day more than Is needed. Now food that is not burned up by work In the body is converted into fat, and the money paid for such food is cot only wasted tut the fat clogs the body and makes it necessary for us to carry Just that much more weight Take one kind of food only—sugar. Seventy-four years ago the averag; person ato about three pounds of sdgar a year. Today the average Is 100 pout. a., Americans eat 18 pounds of candy per person every year. It isn't any wonder that the discovery of Insulin was balled with joy. Dia betes, formerly a very rare disease, Is now common and increasing in fre quency. One-third of all your income is too much to put Into your stomach. Sim pler foods and less of them will make you richer and happier. CATCHING DISEASE BY HAND f THK Chinese are supposed to do A evsrythlng Just the opposite from what we da Of course, that's silly, though tbey probably think it's silly for us to do Just £he opposite from what they do. But in one practice, at least, they show jDore sense than we do. When a Chinaman meets a friend he bows and shakes, not his friend's hand, but his own hand. Historians tell us that handshaking originate- among savages. Two men of different tribe] and unknown to each other would meet In the forest or on toe plains. The one who first saw the other would bold up his right hand to show that he had no weapon In It This custom survived In the Boman salute which you can see in "Quo Vadls" and still exists in the sal ate of the FaadstL When Mus solini's legions march past their chief, they all greet him with the right arm raised and the open palm turned to ward the reviewing stand. In the Middle ages, the knights weren't satisfied to have their asso ciates show an empty hand, they wanted t bold each other's right hand, so as to be sure that the other fellow couldn't poll a knife. So when two knights met they grasped hands and didn't let go as long as they were within striking distance. Today handshaking is a survival of these oit. customs. It is not only meaningly a but it is a severe phys ical strain on presidents, governors snd other prominent men. Many candidate has worn himself out shak ing hands for votes. Bat handshaking la not only tire tome, It la dirty and dangerous. We handle all aorta of andean thing* with oar bare handa —door knobs, hooka and newspaper*, car rails and •traps, things that hundreds of other people have handled. Then are aieet a friend who haa also bandied dirty things and for fear *e may hare some kind of dirt he hasn't, we daap handa and rob them together. When we hare a cold, wa cough into oar handa and when we meet oar friends, we give them each a sarnpl* We awap -colds and bonder why oas own doesn't get better or why wa have a new on*. In* the winter and spring, when -olds and coughs arsAcommon, keep roar hands dean, wear glares and whoa you treat your friends . ahake hands Chinese fashion. Especially be ■srsfal to jrnah your hands befan •nthk* / ' ' f'* i- ■ W( Priced Sedan I Sliding Gear 11 I Transmission fIL EASY TERMS • M SSUHL STEEL -J DOOR SEDAN DEALERS EVERYWHERE Champion is outselling throughout the world because it is the better spark plug. ■ ■ t 'J- t> Cham&*nXJmr F««ll60c. Bin* BoxfmraUothnedn, TSc. 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