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PAGE TWO CH \PTKR 4ft BILL WALKED toward Ellen’s front p«.rch with piofound gravity of mam.tr. His deep concern over the discovery in the store room of an underhanded plot must have shown on his face, for a group of lift or 2a ; :>ung girls instantly ac loosted him. “Stop scowling, Mr. Baron!” one of them commanded, and in stantly th y were all around him. —This is La Fiesta del Sol—see how beautiml is the sunshine? Every body iiiust smile and be happy!” They were practicing their preachments, smiling and laughing, all trying to talk to hin at once, poking fun at him .and teasing him. "We're doing stunts and you’ve either got to recite a piece or sing a song,” one 17-year-old com manded. A chorus of affirmatives hacked her, gushing, giggling. You can’t refuse a thing like that. It is inhospitable to refuse to be a good sport at a party. No body had ever accused Bill Baron of not being a good sport. He tried to josh his way out of it, teasing and cutting up with the kids, but it was no go. So he squared off in exaggerated oratorical pose, ex tended an arm toward the Dale- Durango landscape and boomed out: "Where the far blue peaks and the valleys wide. Cleanse the heart of its hasty pride, And the open sky and boundless space Carve something great on the poorest face: Where a man's on honor to be his - best — Away out west.” , He finished with a flourish and a dramatic break. He must have been impressive with it, for the girls stared in profound admira tion. then burst into applause. “Encore! Encore!" they shrieked. “Didn’t know you were a poet!” He smiled his thanks, saying, “I’m not. That’s part of one by Sharlot Hall, Arizona’s poet laureate. Thanks, anyhow.” He was edging away, staring out and beyond them. A new con cern was written on his counte nance; he had suddenly seen the smuggler again, stam’ng down the slope by an automobile—talking to a man he had seen among the smugglers in Mexico. Bill went on inside Ellen’s living room thinking to go at cncc to the telephone. He discovered of course that a private conversation would be impossible. Gay and noisy peo ple seemed everywhere. Most of them whom he encountered wanted him to join them. He trot awav and entered the 11l Luck Overtakes Transcontental Train Again 111 luck again overtakes the “Olympian”, crack transcontinental train of the Milwaukee road. Only ft week after the train had plunged through a •ood-weakened bridge over Custer creek, east of fhM Numskuu. ■4S DEA RNOAH =TS| T' ABAR.g fact that a nudist is » in the: pink of " t CONDITION 7 Ir.a.wv . ~Tbi-EDO,Q DEAR NOAH~IS IT TRJj£" THAT THOSE \NHO ARE SITTING PRETTY IN ' every community have THE STANDING 7, MCHAt-E HALIFAX. N-SyCAM. Dear. Noah *= was the clock ‘ angry when it/ STRUCK THE HOUR 7 > IMagt. N.C FIESTA by' OREN ARNOLD RELEASED BY CENTRAL PRESS ASSOCIATION i hall, hoping he might slip upstairs and get at Ellen’s bedroom exten sion phone if her room was unoc cupied. But six girls held it, and he turned back unobserved. He came through the house, left via the kitchen and came onto Buckshot Brown. “Har-har, ain’t she a cutter, Doc ? Dad-damndest biggest fiesta I ever seen! Betcha even old Durango hisself didn’t have no such doin’s as this, eh?” Buckshot was glowing like a child. He had been bossing four helpers at the barbecue pits, and had just enough grease and soot on him to make him comical. He bore a great tray of cooked meat now, choice, crusted cuts the aroma of which was powerful to a hungry man. “Glory, Uncle Buckshot, you got what it takes here, all right!” Bill’s admiration was sincere. “Here, gimme a taste.” He reached to take a choice sliver. “Git yore dirty hands off’n that!” the old man commanded, with mock severity. “This here’s Miss Ellen’s. And all them purty gals’ in thar. by dads. You go down to th’ p.wL c-t with th’ rest of th’ common herd!” Bill grinned appreciatively and started on, then turned on his heel to speak again. “Say, come back out right quick, Buckshot,” he commanded. “I got something on my mind.” The old man knew by his tone that Bill had ceased joking. They met presently out rear, and without preliminary Bill told him of the discovery in the store room, of the aliens and cocaine and rifles. The old man was quickly alarmed, and incredulous. “Oh, yes,” Bill explained then, “it’s an ideal setup, if you analyze it. Word of this fiesta got all around everywhere. The officers will know that everybody is here, even that some ranchers have come from Mexico as they did back in the old days. They have to wink at such festivities as this; I mean, not butt in too much, you see. And ; the smugglers know that. “Also, Buckshot, the smugglers: know that aliens are often caught oil the trail or road a hundred miles or more from the border Even up beyond Tucson, and around Phoe nix. But when the dancing ends tonight, all these people will be heading home. The fiesta will be over. It’s then a chance for the aliens to sort of join the home going crowd, see? Officers can’t stop all these people and demand citizenship papers Aliens could go right on deep into the U. S. A. and never be challenged. It’s an ideal setup. I tell you!” Brown spat copiously. “They come here th’ same way?” he Queried. “Slipped in here as After “Olympian” had crashed Into CCC train Non* Numskuu. oh! BoX »s 7>ps oN^ Out 6 tune .V DEAR NOAH*CAN ADAGE TO AN OLD SAW, AND WHEN TUNED IN THE KEY OF EL, WOULD A MUSICAL. SAW BE CALLED an ESAU 7 dearone. oaesDCN SOUTH BOtO, INP. dear nqah-is rr now AGAINST THE LAW FDR a blacksmith to forge a check 7 fioeea. mahtw&k ' _ TOA»AmA»M>C , WISC. i POSTCARO X OUR. IDEAS TO NOAH VCTirr' r iSow > *" CAM:,Trt ' > HENDERSON. (N. C.V C.) DAILY DISPATCH WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 1938 i Ellen’s comp’ny, you Agger T~ “Exactly! The officers also knew people were flocking in here for the DD fiesta; they kind of let matters slide. A two-gallon can of kerosene oil looks like camp equipment, naturally. Who would think the can really held cocaine? Or that the fiesta-bound people, with guitars and such, were really aliens being Snuggled in?” “Be dad-damned!” Buckshot muttered. “Yep. And they’ll get by with it, if we don’t do something. The border patrol won’t suspect a thing up here.” “Bill, why didn’t th’ patrol stop these aliens at th’ line ? Ain’t they paid to do that?” “Sure! But, as I told you, iff not getting across the line into Arizona that’s hard. It’s getting through the wilderness into a city or town. There are only four or five roads northward. The patrol can guard them fairly easy. They’ll have guards out tonight as usual, but the guards won’t be suspicious of a fiesta gang. You see this ranch is just a few miles from the line; aliens have been smuggled over for the past week, the smug glers aiming for this fiesta. “Now look, Buckshot, you keep a close watch, and I’m going into town now and bring out some offi cers. We can settle this deal, 1 think, on the quiet, if we spring a surprise. Ellen and her real guests will never know it.” Bill got into his car and drove away. Buckshot Brown permitted himself some choice cussing, and thoughtlessly went into his own cottage and took his favorite rifle down. He came outside carrying it, and sat on a rock and held it, think ing. Anger had suffused him. He wished he had something at which to shoot. Anyone that tended to mess up Ellen Dale’s party, or otherwise disturb the happiness of the girl, would have to answer to him. Come to think of it, he could see a dozen or so people around this ranch fiesta that he “suspic ioned” anyway. He’d set here and watch who went into the store room. If one of them got sassy, he might take a crack at him. Which was, of course, foolish reasoning on the part of a wrought up but loyal old man. Moreover, both his and Bill Baron’s actions had been careless, unguarded. Be cause one smuggler, posted espe cially as a lookout, had seen Bill and Buckshot in earnest conversa tion. Then he had seen Bill hasten to his car and ride away toward town. Finally he had seen old Buckshot take out his rifle and sit belligerently on a rock as if he were a sentinel. It was sufficient to arouse any lookout’s suspicions. (To Be Continued) Miles City, Mont., it crashed headon Into an east bound CCC special train at Ingomar, Mont., 125 miles west of the previous wreck. One person was killed and 13 injured. /hfM Numskuu. DEAR NOAH-IF I PAT TWO BUCKS FOR. A * HAT IS THAT TWO DEER “7 MR-S.c. WATT RIVgK JOHN, N-5 DEAR NOAH-f WHAT KIND OF A FISH IS A POOL SHARK 7 Cp.LPHI.RR. MANSriCLP / Q. DEAR NOAH-DID YOU.- EVER. SEE. A FIRE ''V TRUCK “? CARL MUCH C «- EV Fb**P> come: on folks -stir op your PEAS AND MAIL- NOAH A NOTION “Dev” Visits Jail I ' : ; i Eire’s prime minister, Eamonn de Valera, is shown with his deputy, Sean O’Kelly, as they visited KU mainham Jail, Dublin, where they were imprisoned after the Easter Week uprising of 1916. De Valera had just won a signal victory at the polls. (Central Press) Sai.ithood for Her? &3E!■•’•!! 1 ' '*. ’ Mother Philippine Rose Duchesne One of two nuns considered for sainthood, Mother Philippine Rose Duchesne, is shown in a painting. The congregation of rites at the Vatican in Rome is investigating miracles attributed to her in preliminary proceedings for her beatification. Mother Philippine introduced the com munity of the Visitation nuns into the U. S. in 1818. She died at St. Charles, Mo. If she is elevated to sainthood, she will be the second American saint. —Central Press OLD, NEW HEADS OF ROTARY CLUB ~ Maurice Duperrey and George C. Hager Old and new heads of Rotary International are pictured as the con vention closed in San Francisco. At the left is Maurice Duperrey, retiring chief, and right, George C. Hager, of Chicago, new presi dent. The 1939 convention will be held in Cleveland. —Central Press Numskuu ON THE HOSE., WILL THE ladies* stockings RUN 7 AB.H. HAVANA, CUBA DEAR-NOAH~IS> fall A BAD TIME OF THE year for a uockey i /Ift RS. mealy bell GAR.R.iac.O SPS)N6S,TE/ DEAR. NOAH=DOE.S A MUSICIAN EVER NOTE THE BARS BEFORE HE SETS INTO TREBLE 7 o. pußpen OLATHE , K-ANS^ PgyTCARP «tt»ua HOT.QMS-mom-1 Roosevelt and Royalty at Delaware Fete MMhhhK i aw- ss*' M Prince Bertil, son of Crown Prince Gustaf Adolf of Sweden is shown (left) as he greeted President Roose ▼elt at the 300th anniversary celebration of the landing of the first Swedish colonists on American soil. The ceremonies took place at Wilmington, Del. Bertil substituted for his father, who was unable to leave the liner Kungsholm because of illness. In the center is Gov. R, C. McMullen, of Delaware. Fire Perils New York’s $58,000,000 Tunnel • • v!*!vt*>Xv?v^^^^ws^^vlvi*- , * ,l '-‘‘' v^SSSfflfflKWwW J Braving suffocation and drowning, firemen are shown dragging lines of hose into the section of the midtown Queens vehicular tunnel where a fire raged. For a time the collapse of the entire $58,000,000 project was feared, but the blaze was eventually subdued by careful flooding of the tunnel. Compressed air was pumped in to keep the walls from breaking down. (Central Press) /hfM Numskuu. SWIMMING \S s>f(i</M<s/ WS7RUC7JM? O DEAR. NOAH =IN hard TIM ELS, DOELS A RUNNING Business SLOW DOWN *TC> A WALK. 7 MARILYN BOUUE.TTE. aeutH EASTON , MASS. DEAR. NOAH “WHEN AN AIRPLANE DRAWS UP ITS WHEELS, IS IT HKSHUACkLiNG THEM mercer Toledo, o. noah— do lovers IN mu SH MS , 7 U.T. •* TROY, Pog-nCAFt-C. A*HOAH Radio-Controlled Plane Crashes British sailors are shown salvaging a “Queen Bee” rad’.o-contrclled, pitotj less plahe which crashed during firing practice ly the battleships LoaMg and Royal Oak off the English coast recently. This p.c'uie was taK from the deck of the Newcastle. (Central tress/ The Babe’s Daughter Graduates |Bjfc y '~-’ iilii, ,-- >; V : : fIHHBk v, ■; < |j|f ~. RiiLiii— s ' Ge< ? r ,^. He o rma “ uth * better known on the baseball diamond as “Babe" and Ihe Bam, bestows a paternal kiss on his daughter, Dorothy, after she was graduated from Robert Louis Stevenson School in New York City. She was an honor student and president of the arts club.
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