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By TmI O'Loujfclia
"KEEPING UP WITH THE JONESES"
A Man Of Character - ?
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/ better forget that v at delopes
/ MAMlCURlSTl YOU came \s <-0
to st petersburg "to A. attractive
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V^otfor gausmJ^
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around any barber shop 1 al i 1
all DAY! haven't,you ,4fns rdm
got any will power? _^fjw
BE like me ? wet ij
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it- r must see delores!
*ve stayed ovt of that
3arber shop two hours
now- i'll sneak in and
sav hello To heft! al s
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BOBBY THATCHER- "Paid In Full"
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(? The Bell Syndicate, Inc.)
By GEORGE STORM
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1 fAo^er dudle/
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A. mam of
great wealtvI,
was reached
oon6cboro to
locate his old
classmate'
prof albert
PET-n BONE, and
assist fh
clearinc up
twe charges
against
him
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[ (doctor pullem says petti song'
j damaced his office "to the n.
extent of four humored dollars' ...."thehJ J
there's a little item the city has s
against him for wrecking the ^
jail, ano er, he still owes hra j
for his hotel bill <- ?h'
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Our Pet Peeve
Along the Concrete
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PINOCHLE
85
By R. H. WILKINSON
{?). Bell Syndicate.?WNU Service.
Austin metcalf is an old
man. During the past two years
he has failed rapidly.
The change In this compara
tively short space of time Is marked.
In fact, back In 1931 you would not
have spoken of Austin as old. His
hair, now white, was an Iron gray.
There was a brightness to his eye, an
agility to his movements that are today
but memories.
Of those who have noted this marked
change In Austin his son, Blaine, prob
ably has a more acute realization of
it than any one.
For Blaine and his father have been
closely associated during the years
past.
There seems to be a greater bond, a
deeper sense of understanding between
j the pair than between most fathers
' and sons.
Not long ago, two years. In fact,
Blaine completed his schooling and
i went away to Boston to work.
There are those who say it was this
separation that brought about the
change in Austin.
At any rate it was Blaine, who, dur
ing his infrequent visits at home, first
| noted the signs of advancing age.
He attributed them, of course, to his
father's years, and knew a feeling of
i regret at the inevitable.
Frequently he sought reassurance
from his mother in regard to Austin's
health, and was relieved at the lack
of alarm Mrs. Metcalf displayed over
the matter. For she is a devoted wife
and would, were there cause, be the
first to feel concern.
Blaine has been careful during the
two years past never to express sym
patlty in his father's presence or make
insinuations relative to the old man's
increasing incapabilitiness; for Austin
has always been a prideful man, and
this pride has, it seems, become more
i poignant with advancing years.
He does not admit a weariness of
any description; believes himself still
physically able and mentally alert
The situation Is delicate, for Blaine
must always be careful never to openly
appear aware of his father's deficien
cies, lest he give offense.
And Blaine, pitying his father deep
ly, has found this task a hard one, es
pecially when the two are playing
pinochle.
Blaine has played pinochle with his
father since his grade school days.
There has been a close, yet friendly,
rivalry between the two.
Their skill In the game is surpris
ingly well balanced; they have kept
tab on the games each has won and
lost over a period of time, and on the
eve of Blaine's departure for his new
j Job these tabs are tallied up and found
1 to be nearly equal, with Austin having
1 the edge by a count of two.
Blaine was glad of this when the
results were given their final check and
found accurate, for the old man took a
sober delight In the game, and his
pleasure at thus finding himself in the
lead was good to see.
Blaine for his part found no time
during the ensuing two years to reflect
on these pinochle games, or to antici
pate a continuance of the contest
But with Austin it was different
For time lay heavily now on his old
man's hands and, as is often the case
i with aged people, little things that
have no particular place in the scheme
of life loomed Important
He looked forward with no small
amount of eagerness to Blaine's bome
) coming, having in mind an evening t>f
pinochle, with the old-time rivalry as
, an incentive for good playing.
Blaine, though no longer feeling a
keen interest In the game, was never
theless willing to play if for no better
I reason than to Indulge the old man's
whim.
They began a series of games which
Austin called the Battle of Champions.
And for a period of a year, during
which they played not more than a doz
! en games at best, the victories were
evenly divided.
At times during the course of a con
j test Blaine would find his thoughts
wandering from the business at hand,
dwelling on his work in Boston, and
Austin was apt to score during these
| intervals and chuckle satisfactorily
I over his shrewdness.
And at times, also, when the evening
was well advanced, the old man was
I apt to nod sleepily, and Blaine would
I find it easy to meld a sequence which
might otherwise have been averted.
It was during the second year that
the youth began to notice the fre
quency of these nodding periods, and
j the feeling of pity In him grew at sight
! of old Austin's "liitOi A
I the look of guilt that leaped into the
aged eyeS at sudden realization of bis
I inattentiveness.
It occurred to bim gradually that the
pinochle contest was his father's deep
est Interest
He analyzed the situation, and ar
rived at an understanding.
There was little else to occupy the
old man's time.
He had long since retired from ac
tive business.
His circle of friends was small.
Hence this business of playing pi
nocle with his son had become an im
portant factor in bis life.
It served to keep his mind occupied;
it served also to keep him mentally
: alert
Thus reasoning, it occurred to Blaine
| that it would be an act of kindness to
I permit his father to win the contest
Defeat might have a dangerous reac
I tlon.
It would not be a dimcu'T^eaT^T
accomplish this end, he reflected.
It would be glmple, during one .
Austin's do7.??. to discard a trun.p niaI
might otherwise form a rovui
? " UUf.
rlage.
The old man would never notlc,
would cljuckle over bis sou's ii :l| t '
to meld a high score.
And so. with this In minri, hlaia,
waited until the deciding game .,f
contest; waited. In fact, until ;),e -auie
was near Its end. noting wit),
satisfaction that the score was nearly
equal, the victor doubtful; ya_
til old Austin's head nodded and iq,
eyes closed for an Instant, and thea
swiftly slid an ace of trumps on p,,
draw pile, knowing full well the 0d
man would pluck it from the part 0J
the next play, thereby completing j
sequence In his hand and winning tb?
game.
The plan worked beautifully. save
for the fact that Austin, with the ace
In his hand, did not meld his s.-queace.
Somewhat puzzled, annoyed because he
had figured wrongly In supposing tiij
father held a sequence, Blaine male
his own draw and found himself with
a hundred aces.
He hesitated, then melded them, feel.
iDg assured that on the next play Aw
tin would complete his sequence, scor
ing for himself 150 points.
But this didn't happen.
The game ended, with Blaine as th#
victor; victor, also, of the conn -t.
His first reaction was chagrin be
cause of the failure of his plan.
He felt also a deep sensation of pit;
toward his father.
But Austin was above all else a good
loser, and by the time Blaine s visit
was ended other matters came to oc
cupy his mind and he did not again
reflect on the outcome of the contest
Blaine returned to Boston directly
after supper on Sunday night, and fol
lowing his departure Austin stretched
out In his favorite chair before tie
open fire and stared at the blaze in
moody silence.
He remained thus for so long Hat
Mrs. Metcalf was at length moved t?
question him.
And Austin looked at her and smiled,
and there was a contented expres
sion In his eyes.
"I was thinking of Blaine," he sail
smiling. "Ever since Blaine has been
a youngster we've played pinochle to
gether. and the boy has come to tale
the game pretty seriously. He's a good
loser, never offers post-mortems, but I
know it hurts him when I win. Wei
since he's had that job In Boston I
feel he shouldn't be disturbed by out
side affairs weighing on his mind. U
first I thought he'd forget about our
pinochle games, but when he suggested
this last contest', I could see his Inter
est was as keen as ever. And. so, tak
ing everything Into consideration, I
ured It wouldn't he so good for til
state of mind If he didn't win."
The old man paused and chuckled.
"So I made believe 1 was dozing;
gave him a chance to get in a couple
I of good plays without letting him knot
' I was watching. And It worked, tool
We finished op tonight, and the boy
won. He didn't know it. but during
that last hand I held a sequence ad
never melded It, Just so's he eoull
win."
Afghan Cities Centers I
of Mystery to TravelefH
Herat today reminds one of Bckl
hara, a place In which to sit aafl
dream, its bazaars a source of nerw^B
failing interest; Its twilight poolH
scenes of mystery. But Herat, sldH
seven tall minarets breaking the slqM
line near a mud-walled city much lit^J
that at the foot of the tall tower frci^|
which Bukhara hurled spies and crisH
inals to their death, is more satisfying!
to the tourist I
During a photographer's recent st^H
In Herat Impromptu friends made bi^B
feel at home. Shadowy warehons^B
were opened for his inspection, silw^B
smiths stopped their bellows to gajH
Into his camera lens, while a crowd ^B
onlookers circled behind, watching
ery move, but not Interfering. A
hours before, the Afghans had bet^B
represented as dangerous fellows H
The Afghan loves a gun and foadj^B
flowers. He can be cruel, yet will
to protect a guest. More manly tb^B
many Asiatics, he becomes almost
femlnate when at the end of his I?^B
lean fingers there Is, not a knife. t^B
a fluttering square of bright silk.
Afghan boy, greeted at birth by a sal^H
of fourteen guns, is treated by bis l^B
ther with unusual tenderness. H
Some of the dances at Mukur ret^B
the effeminate side of Afghan char^B
ter. "Song and dance are
daughters," say the Afghan I'urits^B
As in other eastern lands where w-^B
en do not participate in the danc^B
men and boys develop an nlmost fe^B
nine grace. ~ H
But there are other dances of a tn^B
culln'e wildness, with
multiplying the savage rhythm ofJ^B
long-barrel drums, while the h-ng k^B
of the mountaineers whip hack
forth over verile, sweaty far-- Ik.^B
the traplike rattle furnisheil by sh^B
in the left hands of the dr :>'*^^B
the heavy rhythm of the r-'it
as they beat the other s; ' o* ^B
drums. H
Number of Senses I
The number of senses is gt-:.era!'y^M
stricted to five, the so-c.'^ied
cial senses of sight, hear i
taste and touch. Two other
sometimes included, namely. ?he 5^H
sense, called cenesthesia?ti e ^'r^B
sense of bodily existence. <?r
conscious sensation caused by the
tioning of the internal organs
seventh sense, or visceral se:.-6*^M
perception of the existence of
ternal organs.