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THUBSDAY, FEBRUARY 1,
THE WAYNES VILLE MOUNTAINEER
Uncle Sam's Training Bombers Ready To Go
Director Of N. C
Guernsey Group '
u. mwuu vBuurne, of CtJ
as named a director of the vj
. . "reeaeri'
eociation at their recent meeti
"Well, Danny, raise me fifty dol
lars for a retainer," said Maxie,
fencing to avoid the "touch" he saw
coming, "and I'll gro ahead."
"Fifty dollars I" screamed Dan
ny, his long face livid with rage.
"Fifty, me eyel You hand me fifty
for lending you this sucker suit."
"We gotta eat," pleaded Lizzie.
"Well, here," Maxie smiled be
nevolently as he reached into a
pocket. "Take this and don't come
back for a week. Run along now.
Come on. I've got an important
case to look after. Good-bye. One
week from today." ... He herded
them clear to the sidewalk, turned
swiftly and rushed back to cover.
"How much is it?" demanded
the bride. Danny smoothed out the
crumpled certificate. "Whoops!" he
"Lemme see!" demanded Lizzie.
"Take your hands off me!"
warned the bridegroom.
"I'll scream," she warned. "Re
member, we're lawful married. And
that means I get half. How much
Fifty, all right," Danny said
slowly. "Say, Maxie must be figer
in' on something big to hand us this
much in advance."
"Baby, we're in soft. Now
Danny, let's go and touch the old
boy at the brewery."
Pop was so lonely that he would
have admitted anybody when Dan
ny and Lizzie knocked at the pos
tern. "Sure," he said with a broad
grin. "Come right in. There's
nothin finer to behold than a hap
py young couple starting out as
man and wife. But I'll get the dog
tied up first Terry don't know a
thing about matrimony."
What Pop was thinking was an
other matter. It might have been
summed up in two words: "Watch
out." He offered his visitors a
bench in the yard near the door to
the street and retired to his den
long enough to slip a blackjack in
his coat pocket Seated on a keg,
Pod was prepared for anything,
"I came to ask about Minnie,"
began Danny. "Is she okay?"
"We can easy take care of her
now," ventured Lizzie. "I got a job
in sifi-ht and Danny might find
"That's certainly good ol you
young people," said Pop. "But Min
is all fixed now."
Dannv, suspicious of this cheer
ful and polite reception, came right
flown to brass tacks. "But the
court matters ain't fixed, Pop."
"Mister Dolan, to you," corrected
"f)nr lawver is attending to
that," stressed Lizzie.
"0, he is?"
"I'm her guardian, her own
brother and "
"Suppose I adopt her?" asked
"That might be all right, too,
Mr. Dolan, except if the court
should happen to know you're in
the bootleggin' racket it wouldn't
sound so good."
Pop rose from the keg, his face
"Set still " warned JJanny.
"You rap-scal-lion!" retorted
Pop slowly. "Who told you I was
"I smelled the still when you had
me locked in downstairs.' said
Danny with a sickly laugh. "And I
got eyes. I spotted the boat that
comes up with the mash and takes
awav the finished stuff. You must
be makin' a lot of dough, Mr. Do
lan. And don't get mad; every
thin's all right Me and Lizzie got
to eat, Mr. Dolan. Is it right that
Min should be livin' with million
aires and her family starvin'? I
Uniforms Hatchets Knives
First-Aid Kits - Toilet Kits
Cooking Kits Canteens
And Other Official Supplies
Outfit Your Scout Correctly and Help
Him Become A Better Scout
Congratulation to Haywood Scouts and Their
Leaders for Their Successful Record
WE ARE 100 BEHIND BOY SCOUTING
Massie's Dept. Store
C. J. REECE, Owner.
MAIN STREET WAYNESVILLE
There was murder in Pop's glare
as he stood over Danny, his right
hand gripping the flexible, blunt in
strument in his pocket. But Danny
slipped from the bench, his right
hand in pocket. To him human life
meant little. If he but knew where
he could put his hands on Pop's
liquor money, he would have fin
ished him there and then, safely
behind the high brick walls at the
end of the street, so near the river,
It was a stand-off.
"We ain't askin' much, Mr. Do
lan." Lizzie broke the tension.
What's a few dollars to you and
Min? The Wessels, if they like the
kid so much, and if she s going to
be happy living with the swells,
woudn't miss what we want just
enough to keep alive."
Pop had gotten control of him
self. These birds of prey had him
in a tight place. If his still was
raided the affair would drag in the
Wessels as responsible owners of
the building. A serious attempt to
gain possession of Minnie would
mean ugly publicity, the parading
of the plight of the other Fogartys,
perhaps his own conviction and in
carceration. He would have to buy
protection, at least for the time
"I've got fifty dollars and that's
all." He reached in his pocket and
took out a roll of bills, counting it
to the last single dollar. "Here it
is, if it'll help you get started. But
leave me alone. It's all you can get.
Take it and get out." Lizzie
grabbed the money.
"You ain't got much time,"
warned Pop. "Better slam that
door tight behind you. I'm going
to let Terry loose.."
So Danny and wife departed
Pop was trembling in mingled
rage and despair as he unleashed
Terry and sank into his chair in his
now neglected little sentry room.
There was much for him to think
about. Everything would have
gone well if the rich Wessels hadn't
entered their lives ... if that hid
eous fiasco oi tne sweepstaKes
hadn't brought them into the lime
light. Was Bill Duffy right? Could
oil and water mix?
For a long time Pop brooded
over Danny, senior member of the
Fogarty family: Liszie, and the
Law and Society. All that he had
wanted was to have the affection of
the Princess, and the Princess was
so happy with him. He had money
for her, enough of it. . . . Bill Duffy,
the city detective, would have been
the man for her when the time
came. They were all in the same
class. They would have nothing to
hide. But if Minnie carried into
her future life with the Wessels
such bad una as Danny and Lizzie
and the relatives in the reforma
tory, nothing but misery could re
The day dragged along miserably
and it was with effort that he man
aged to feed Terry properly. At
midnight Patrolman Cassidy drop
ped in for his customary chat and
"What's the matter, Pop?" he de
manded when he caught a good
glimpse of hia friend's saggy coun
tenance and dull eyes. "You look
aU in. Sick?"
The blackmailing went on all
Summer, either Danny or Lizzie
coming once a week to the postern
gate of the brewery castle of Prin
cess Minnie while their cagy coun
sel, Maxie Greenblum, attended to
the details of the legal extraction
of "big money" from the Wessel
family, rejoicing that his clients no
longer pestered him for advances.
At first a letter came every other
day for Pop from Long Island.
Pete, the mail carrier, delivered it
with a broad smile. Pop would hold
it down to the keen nostrils of his
Poised for flight in their basic training piano-. the-e Flying Cadets of which David S.
Stentz, of Waynesvillefis one, at Uncle Sam's giant "West int of the A.r, at Randolph eld
Texas. Completing their second phase of the Advanced Flying -Sdwd Anal ten w.
"polishing up" before getting their second lieutenant's commission and also their wmgs inese
low winggmonoplanes with a 460 horsepower motor are used
Texas airdrome; Flying Cadets get 70 hours flight time in .these .craft more -IJ"
solo. During training the future pilots receive ?75 a month in addition to food, clothing, quart
ers. When commissioned their pay jumps to $205. - -
Manufacturers of Furniture
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FACTORY LIST PRICES
No Increase In Prices Yet
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four-legged one-eyed friend for a
sniff, telling Terry that it was from
Min. Then an expected letter did
not arrive. Finally, during August,
there came only two letters.
The freshness and charm of
Min's first accounts of me with
the rich seemed to Pop to be wear
ing off. This hurt him more than
the humiliation of dealing with
Min's Vicious brother and even
more than the ache of loneliness.
He began to feel like a man cling
ing to a spar and watching a ship
that had come close to him grow
dimmer in the distance. He ate but
little and drank a great deal.
He did not pay the needed atten
tion to the still down in the bowels
of the old brewery a dangerous
Finally the time came for chil
dren to go back to school. The Wes
sels would be rturning to town.
With a .mighty effort Pop pulled
himself together. He had neglected
his invalid wife and her sister up
in the Bronx. Weak in the legs and
short of breath, he climbed to the
treasury in the tank up in the tower
and got money enough for them to
take them through .the Winter and
to cover his obligations of the
Summer. He locked Terry within
and journeyed by the Third Avenue
Elevated northward to the com
fortable apartment where he had
installed his dependents.
An invalid wife was no one to
expect cheer from nor could he look
for it from a wrinkled old depen
dent sister-in-law. He listened
awhile to the complaints of the one
and the fulsome gratitude of tne
other, gave them their money, and
spent the afternoon in Bronx Park,
one of many old men who had come
into the last stretch of life, grate
ful for a seat on a bench in the sun.
He fell asleep.
The chill of late evening awak
ened hint and fear struck into his
heart. The still! It should have
been attended to long ago. And
Terry, too. As fast as his old legs
could carry him he headed for the
'El," Darkness had come. He Just
missed a train and, during the wait
for the next, he groped in his mind
for a prayer. It wouldn't come. He
felt forebodings of disaster.
Standing in the vestibule of the
front car of the "El" train, beside
the motorman's enclosure. Pop
strained his eyes for each station
ahead. Every stop to let off and
take on passengers seemed an eter
nity. From the Bronx the train en
tered Harlem, the buildings rising
higher and higher ahead. Far off
to his left the sky between the tow
ers of Manhattan seemed a faint
pink but the old man had watched
many times the play of sunset ra
tions in the eastern sky and had
seen that soft glow linger even
after the coming of the night. But
at One Hundred and Twenty-Fifth
street the glow had deepened in
stead of fading. V
If there was a fire down in the
Yorkville section, he assured him
self, there were many houses to
burn, and garages, tenements,
shops, warehouses, too.
At Ninety-Sixth street the glow
became flame which illuminated ris
ing, rolling clouds of black smoke.
He could smell the burning timbers
at Seventy-Second street and the
passengers behind him were crowd
ing the windows crying out; "It's
a big one! A three alarm!" etc., etc.
At his station, Sixty-Sixth" street,
Pop knew. At the foot of the stairs
he yelled for a taxi, got one and
shouted, "Never mind the cops!
Never mind the cops I Bight
through the lines! I'm in charge
of that place. It's all right Here.
. . . . He pressed a bill into the
hand of the driver.
The taxi man knew Pop. "It's
your old brewery, all right," he
The waving of night sticks meant
little and the shouts of the police
men less. The taxi did not stop
until it had threaded through the
fire apparatus, trucks and engines,
to the gate in the wall.
Pop staggered out of the ma
chine and through the gate.
''Is he out? Is he out?" he shout
ed above the orders of battalion
chiefs and captains directing the
fight, going from one to the other.
"My dog! My dog!"
"Get back, old man!" he was or
dered time and again.
"Terry! Terry! Here, boy!
The lower doors and windows had
been smashed in, only to release
great guots of flame that licked the
brick walls to right and left, up
ward and downward, as might the
tongues of insatiate dragons. The
great truck gates in the wall had
been thrown wide for the aerial
ladders. The huge apparatus rolled
in. The strategy of the chief was
to pour water in tons downward
through the windows of the tower
while from the three streets, nozzle-
men directed powerful streams into
the windows of the second and
third stories from which the iron
shutters had already been torn by
pick and crowbar. From the river
fireboats sent streams aloft as soon
as the conflagration had burst
through the roof.
"Terry! Terry! Here, boy! Here,
(To be (Continued)
It is great to forget at times:
A negro who had achieved some
success in the handling of mules
was asked how he managed the
Negro Well, ; when I'se plowin'
an' the mule stops. Ah jest picks
up some soil an' puts it in his
mouth to taste. Den he goes right
Questioner What makes you
think that affects him?
Negro I suah don't know, but I
expect it makes him forget what
he was thinking about.
A SHADY TRANSACTION
'Is this the hosiery department?"
came a voice over the wire.
"Yes, ma'am," she answered.
"Do you have any flesh-colored
"Yes, ma'am, we have. Whadya
want pink, yellow or black."
was named president of the
It was decided to hold th
sale May 8, at either Hendersol
- w. iium
bi putce a ume yet uD(
Travel In Park
Shows Gain Over
January Of 1940
Travel in the park durim? J.J
ary showed a 64 per cent iiicJ
uvejr uic saiuv yenoa last yjjj
due, according to the official!
the milder weather this past Ji
The actual count showed 13 (
persons in 5,169 vehicles ento
the paric aunng tne first monti
Sixty-three per cent of the pj
visitors were from North CareM
ana Tennessee, tne remainder fcJ
43 states and the District ol (3
Illinois and Oho followed the t
local states. Illinois had one m
visitor than Ohio, which had 80jJ
Look at the defense work til
T- I 1 J . 1
expert are tureauy planning I
teen munitions factories to be bd
as soon as the next congress
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