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A Work Of Fiction
By Gene Alexander
Aunt Nellie Maybell
And The Thief...........
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UNHAND HER, YOU WHITE SLAVER
Veta is upset when Myrtle Mae falls for Wilson, attendant at Chumley’s Rest.
Scene from KMLT’s ‘Harvey,’ which opens Friday night.
SAVINGS WITH US!
GROCERIES,PRODUCE
MEATS
SALE PRICES1
(PART TWO)
As Prank walked toward Aunt Nellie's, he wrapped
his arms about his body, for the night air was chUly. A
full moon displayed the houses along the street In
shadowy Images. Frank took a seat the edge of Nellie's
front yard. Reaching a shaky hand In his front coat
pocket, he pulled out a bottle of pills and popped two
Into his mouth. Finally, he took a deep breath, rose, and
silently an>roached his prey.
After carefully mounting the front porch, Frank
quickly plastered his bony back against the house's
facsule. Edging his way toward the front door, he, by
Inches, missed the hole In the porch. The screen door
squeaked annoyingly as Frank opened It. His unsteady
hwd vrlthdrew a flashlight from his coat. Feebly, he
turned It on, directing Its beam of light toward the
door's lock. “Easy plcklns," he thought to himself while
fumbling through his shirt's pockets for his lock-pick
case. Then, after picking the lock, he returned his tools
to hla pocket, and slowly opened the door.
A faint flutter was felt In his chest. His Ups puckered
and twisted In a circle as a trickle of sweat slid down his
Home of the never ending sale.
WE ARE OPEN REGULAR HOURS
8:S0A.M.-9P.M.
(MON-SAT)
1P.M.-7P,M.
(SUNDAY)
QUANTITY RIGHTS RESERVED NONE SOLD TO DEALERS
BIG MEAT VALUES
U.S. Choice Round Bone
Shoulder Roast
Extra Leen
Sound Beef...
1 Lb. Jenkins Pork
59'
M a Shenson Rounds 4 0
^ Corned Beef Lb *1”
1 Lb. Jenkins Pork 90 3 Oz. Switt Smo. Beei, Chicken, A Ac
Sausaoe *1 Corned Beef........ 4a
U S CHOICE
RD BONE
SHOULDER
ROAST
3 Oz. Swift Smo. Hsm, Pastrami, a Me
Turkey 49®
12 Oz. Kraft Ind. Wrapped na
Cheese
9S
10 Oz. Kraft Extra Sharp $4 29 Ffash Poflt
Cheese 1 Steak
Old Fashion $4 AQ
Hoop Cheese Lb. 1
12 Oz. Gorton Batter Dip c ^ a a
Rsh Rllets
Rsh Sticks *1““
.99'!
1W Lb. Kraft Ind. Wrapped CADQ 8 Oz. Jenkins AAo
Cheese Pimento Cheese 49®
U S CHOICE
BONELESS
SHOULDER
ROAST
\ us
; CHOICE
CHOICE y
U S CHOICE
BONELESS
BEEF STEW
lilliP
1 Lb. Campfire ACC
Marshmallows. 40
39'
10 Oz. Wise Taco/Nacho
Corn Chii
59^
25 Ft. Reynolds n A o
Alum. Foil.... Z8®
37'^
to Lb. Tidy Cat •VAxi
Cat Utter.... 73®
83?
& BEAUTY AIDS
4- WAY
LONG ACTING
NASAL
SPRAY
Vi OZ. BTL.
5 0Z.
ULTRA
BAN
5000
64 OZ. SIZE
PEPSI COLA
79"
FRESH PRODUCE
5 Lb. Idaho Biking aa aa m
Potatoes 89®
1 Lb. Beo Fresh OOC
Carrots 33®
4 Oz. Silicla Lemon ga aaaai.
Juicers ZFof89®
^o^.,Tsr BEEF STEW
EX LEAN
I^Lb. Valleydale HAfil
Bologna 99®'
12 Oz. Valleydale ^ aa x. i
Bologna 79®'
Market style AArl
Bacon 99®'
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15 Oz. Janet's Pimento
Cheese
7Vt Oz. Janet's
* ^Ham Salad.
20 LB. BAG
ALL PURPOSE
WHITE
POTATOES
1.5 OZ.
REG. & UNSC.
ROLL ON
DEODORANT
BAN
99'
1 LB. HORMEL
BLACK LABEL
BACON
nose. Wiping the sweat off of his nose, he sighed and
decided to take two more pills.
Frank precautlously etched out the living room wrlth
his dim light. As he surveyed the dark room, he
whispered, "I wonder where that old crow keeps her
cash. Maye It's In that pocketbook on the couch."
Noiselessly he walked to the couch and searched the
handbag. Snap!
"Ouch! Oh, oh!," he quietly whimpered, "What da
heck? What In da world? A durn rat trap down In the
middle of da floor?"
Casting his light toward the floor, he murmured,
"Goodness. I got It sill over my shoe. A meatball.
Whoever heard of baiting a trap with a dum meatball?
And I declare if It ain't got mozarella cheese on It."
He cleaned the meaty mess off of his shoe and sat on
the couch. While looking through the pocketbook, he
continued talking to hlmaelf.
"In all my life I've never seen so many com-
psutments In one pocketbook. They ought to outlaw
such as that."
Snap!
"Oh! Oh! By gosh, she put another dum meatball rat
trap In her pocketbook. Crazy woman. She ought to
know that rats don't mess around In women hand bags.
Umm! My finger hurts. This Is sickening — meatball
and cheese on a finger."
Removing the trap from his finger, he carried out his
search.
"Ah! Here's something! A checkbook. Oh film flam,
no checks. What's In here? Oh, no. Why that filthy old
biddy put a spit can In her pocketbook. Confound It; I
got the brown gook all over my fingers. Where's the
kitchen? Where's the kitchen?"
Without a moment's hesitation, he found his way to
the kitchen. Still muttering to himself, he said,
"Where's the sink? Here It Is." looking at his fingers,
"Blame mess. Let me see. Cold water handle on the
right."
He turned the water spigot on.
"Easy boy. There now."
Gently, he placed his fingers under the water.
"Oh! Oh!," violently shaking his hands. "She's got
scalding hot water coming out when cold water Is
supposed to."
Fiank, then proceeded to turn the water off.
"My gosh, the water won't turn off. Turn off you
stupid spigot, Ouch! The blame handle Is as hot sis the
water."
By now steam was throughout the kitchen. Its heat
began to make Frank perspire.
"Dum It. I’ll let the water run sdl night. This place Is
not fit to live In. Meatball mess on my shoe, rat trap In
pocketbook, snuff spit all over my fingers. After I rob
thlsplace, I’m going to call the health Inspectors on this
lady. I got a dum third-degree bum on my fingers.
Crazy lady. I’ll never rob this place again. I wish this
water would turn off. Ah, forget it - Just forget. ”
Frank left the water running while he plundered the
kitchen. Although every drawer wm opened and every
cabinet searched, he found no money. With great
reluctance, Frank Impatiently combed the other rooms
In the house, except for Aunt Nellie's bedroom.
Now during Frank’s search in the living room, he did
not see the cat, but the cat saw him, an unexpected
visitor, whom would soon receive the same preferential
treatment as all Aunt Nellie's visitors.
Supplementing his courage with two more pills,
Frank entered Aunt Nellie’s bedroom.
When one entered Nellie’s bedroom, her dresser was
the first piece of furniture seen. On the left was her
chest of drawers, and In front of the cheat was her bed,
to the right of which was a night stand. Peteys resting
place.
Nellie slept throughout the entire commotion In the
kitchen, only the animals knew of her pilfering guest.
At the bedroom's doorway, Frank stopped, blinked
his eyes and shook his head. A feeling of drowsiness
began to make him weave back and forth. However, his
desire to find some money pushed his drowdy feeling
aside, and, without further hesitation, he crossed to the
dresser and soundlessly picked through the contents of
Its drawers.
"Ablame nickel,” he grumbled, "That's all I find so
far - a blame nickel with sticky cough syrup on It.
Maybe the chest of drawers will be my Jackpot.”
Directing the light over Aunt Nellie toward the chest
of drawers, Frank caught sight of a black pouch which
lay on her left next to her head. Excitement leaped In
Frank's chest as he Imagined how much green cash the
pouch contained. (This pouch contained toilet tlasue
which she used to blow her nose.)
"Hot dog! I’ve found It. That dirty old crow sleeps
with It."
Now the bed was against the wall, and the pouch
rested between Nellie and the wall. So, Frank, having
yet to spot Petey's cage as well as the string tied to the
light fixture, tip-toed to the bed, with his light aimed at
the pouch. Gradually, he bent over Nellie, striking the
string as he moved. Flash! The light came on, imd
Frank, startled by the sudden Illumination, Jumped
back against the nlghtstand. At the same time hla free
hand landed on Petey’s cage; his little finger punching
between the cage's bars. In an Instant, Petey, on the
offensive, attacked the finger. With tremendous fury,
the little bird pecked the finger; each peck csuislng the
finger to wiggle In agtmy. Again and again he struck the
finger until Its owner screamed, "Ouch! Ouch! What's
got a hold of my dum finger?"
Violently Frank whirled around. The pugnacious bird
continued to slash the finger until Frank growled, "A
bird! A bltln' bird! I’ll kill you!”
Petey retreated as Frsink withdrew his finger, opened
the cage’s door, and attempted to grasp the bird.
Feathers, seed, and water flew everywhere while
Frank grabbed the bird. Because he couldn't catch the
bird, Frank Jerked his handout of the cage, picked It up,
and hurled It across the room. With a bang It hit the w^
and bounced on the floor. The door of the cage Jarred
open, Sind Petey flew out the Uny aperature.
Once again, Petey assaulted Frank. His aerial attack
zeroed In on Frank's right ear lobe. Savagely, he
pecked the lobe while Frsmk swapped at him. At one
point In the battle, Petey seemed to have the up-
perhand; his sharp beak pierced Frank's earlobe (uid
tenaciously clung to It. Like a pierced earring, he
dangled from Frank's ear. In desperation Frank
wrenched the bird from hla ear and threw Petey on the
floor. Landing with a thump, Petey temporarily forsook
the battle.
(Continued Next Tuesday)