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Show Thursday, December 31. 1931 THE DO 'ilPtL 'ag CAGED . By Wl drill and the blatscratching of ter (if the ruillo. Aiuiln Joe liioWt-- l toward It Mini nmlMeneil liU Him. Itark to liis drill lie went, his arm turning uiictnitit'luuily to the squeals of col, tiij'l tn blare of trombone. Then lit hnlted nguln mi'l from the descended suddenly cliiiir. As hurriedly lie went to the rmtlo, to throw the switch licit would stop the annoyance of jar-- r v: iioIi-m- . Hut wllli his bund on the ilial, halted. l He luriii-ihi heitd swiftly, looking out toward the hall. whs not there. He swerved to the A minute paxsed. and radio again. two; he was cromiiing imw, Ills form almost hiiMen In the hulk of the big instrument, as on uia knee, he knelt there, eager lingers, turning the dials, even as bis braiu commanded that tlicy dcniht. Station by (station the results (lowed In, a Jazz hand bliittlng its swift-timmusic, a womau singing, a hand playing A hand playing. Joe turned back to It and reached hurriedly for the volume control. Stronger and stronger it came In. The man sent B hand to his forehead, brushing dazedly at black, touseled hair. His lips took on a new look of primness. Now, with a clearing of the air lanes, the music .became stronger, filling t ie great room until It literally enfolded him: Tinsel and panel and fluttering Courtnay Kylty Cooper j (WNU Service Copyright Courtney Uty On Your Radio FRIENDSHIP TOWN" Vasel ine . pat. off. PREPARATIONS STUDIO VISITS WITH TWINKLING STARS IN RADIO FIRMAMENT life la being Modern small-towportrayed In Friendship Town, a new program series Inaugurated over netan NBC-WJ- Z r cast. Including work. An Edwin Whitney, Don Carney, Tick Malone and Tat I'agett, blackface comedians; Virginia (Jardiner; Kdith Spencer and Harry Salter's orchestra depict the various characters making up the country village of today. There are scenes In the drug store; the academy of music, upstairs; the garage; opera house and other local points of interest In Town. Local politics Friendship play a large part In the general theme, with love Interest supplied by a pair of young sweethearts. Vocal gplectloni are provided weekly by Frank Luther, tenor star. n coast-to-coa- all-sta- Kay Ferklns, radio funster, says there are u lot of men today who, when they think of business, get a slump In the throat. Marcella Shields, who plays vailed roles, Is proud of a naive tribute to her ability as a delineator of children. Following a recent broadcast In which the former vaudeville actress played a little girl, she received dozens of letters from children who thought she really was a child. A soldier who has been In the United States Veterans' hospital since the World war recently wrote to Elaine Fage, fashion expert on the Woman's Radio Review, for Instructions for crocheting a scarf described In one of her broadcasts. The veteran explained he could stick to knitting like many of his comrades, but he preferred to do something different. Many celebrities are nervous before a microphone, but not Frank Buck, the man who brings 'em back alive from the Jungle3. Buck, who was recently Interviewed by Grant-lan- d Rice over a national network, admits he was Jumpy during rehearsal, but perfectly at ease when he faced the "mike." The quintet of Hawaiian Serenades hails from the South Sea Islands. Joseph Rodgers, the director, picked up the other four members and brought them to America. They are William Joseph, Frank Antlserl, Jim Haplklnl and Samson Akaka. Will Rogers, according to Frank Luther, tenor, Is the only great comedian who never looks for "gags" for his next stage appearance. Luther traveled with Rogers through the South and West, on a flood relief tour, and declares the humorist Is never at a loss for the correct answer to arry question eerlous or humorous. The other night on the Cantor Continued 11 FPIDAY, 7:00 P.M.,M.S.T. NBC Coait to Cooit Network ma. u. CHAPTER XII by Cooper pro- gram: Walllngton: Hey, Eddie! In China they grow pumpkins so big they cut 'em In two and each half makes a cradle for a baby. Admiral Cantor: Huh I That's nothing Back home they grow reg-etables so large that three cops Bleep on one beet. 1 Frank Crumlt and Julia Sanderson, dropped In on Rudy Vallee at the Pennsylvania Grill recently. Vallee suddenly broke Into his routine, and called on Crumlt to sing his "Gay Caballero." Frank got up, cleared his throat, hesitated, and had to admit that at the moment he could not remember the words of one of the most famous of the songs written by none other than Mr. Frank Crumlt 'Some quick prompting by Miss Sanderson saved the day. Dorothy Berliner, radio pianist, writes as well as plays. Her book "Making an Orchestra" has Just been selected by the Child Study association as one of the 100 best children's volumes published In 193L One of the most enthusiastic admirers of Dean Gleason L. Archer, who broadcasts talks on law over a National network weekly, Is an elderly blind man who sends gifts ranging from rare books on Colonial history to boxes of fruit "I.emme see there," lie commanded, pushing the other limn ankle. "1 know where It Is." drawing furth a bent piece of steel, slmrpened lit one end. "All right now, tne'n you. Thin under t lie window and our shoulders to It we'll be (inside." But at the verandu lie halted and called over his shoulder, "Well, come on I What the h you stalling for?" Joe followed him with lagging feet. There was a moment of activity and the window yielded. They were within. Carefully Fullhouse pulled down the window, and walking to the wall, touched a snap light. "This Joint's right," Fullhouse explained. "City power and everything. Pipe the dump. Ain't It a knockout?" Joe Barry looked about him with dazed eyes. He had never been In such surroundings as this. The rugs were deep and soft beneath his feet; this was the dining room, paneled and furnished with a richness which Joe Barry had seen only In pictures. Cut crystal gleamed. Silver service shone from the e hunting-stylbuffet heuvy, looked about uppraisiugly. "We'll grab some of that stuff solid. Just what we can carry without It being too heavy. What we want Is the Jack, out of that match box. Come on." Again with the familiarity he had shown ever since he had turned off the main road, Fullhouse moved from the dining room Into a larger chamber. A cabinet stood acainst the wall; Fullhouse glanced In Its direction, then with an afterthought, smeared t palm against his forehead. "Hotter'n h 1 In here," he said. "I'll open a window." He threw a lock and raised the heavy pane. The air from Without was refreshing. Fullhouse breathed it deeply. "A house sure gets sizzling, stmt up like this." He nodded then to a large painting on ttu wall. "It's behind that," he said. "We'd better pull the curtains," answered Joe nervously. "Gee, we can't work right out in the open this way." "Why can't we?" He nodded. "There's the light switch right behind you. Switch It out and come here." Joe Barry obeyed, feeling his way across the room In the darkness. "See anything?" "No, the woods come almost np to the house, don't they?" "Yeh, and It's that way for fifty acres. Turn on the lights again. Then go get your kelster." Joe obeyed. From behind hlrn as he went through the big hall to e the front door, he could hear at the cabinet mumbling against the wall. He was still there when Joe returned, thumbing curiously at dials, at last to gain a response. "That ain't so bad," he said, From turning nonchalantly away. the concealed loudspeaker, a Jungle band squawked Its Jagged melody. Fullhouse glanced professionally at the oil painting on the wall. "Guess we got to yank this thing down. Never mind trying to lift it off its hook get that corner and The fastening give It a yank." broke. A small, round metal appliance was revealed In the wall. Fullhouse stepped forward and gave a professional twist to the knob. "Humph !" he said and walking away, merely stood, his hands behind his back and his lips shoved forward. "The lousy bum, he's switched that combination." He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes to the sweating Joe. "What's wrong with the safe?" "Jammed with a new combo. As If that made a difference. We'll soup it. Go on and grab that stuff out of the dining room, while I get the drill. I thought maybe thls'd happen." He forced Joe to his task. The radio blared on, to different melodies. Joe halted in his work, half starting toward the Instrument. Then Fullhouse came back, fitted a steel bit to a heavy brace. "Listen," he said. "Grab that chair. Get on It you're stronger than I am. We've got to drill that baby. Then soup It" "Soup that means nitroglycerin." "You know all the words, don't you?" asked Fullhouse. "Well, what of it? Wlmt's the dlff whether we open it with our fingers or with an ax? Get up on that chair." Crawling things had suddenly crept Into Joe Barry's heart He stepped to the chair, took the drill, and started turning, the shavings cutting grudgingly. "It'll take fifteen or twenty minutes," said Fullhouse. "Stay at It I'd better duck outside the house and do some gaycattlng. Keep watch, you know, on the long shot that somebody would show up and I'd have to stall 'em. Well, don't stand there staring at me turn that drill.'' "I don't like rhls, Fullhouse." "Well, do vou think I'm having any picnic? Listen I What's the use of getting excited simply because we got to soup that baby? It don't make no difference what we do now we went the route when we Jimmied that window. Hop to It and let's get out of here." He waited only until Joe had returned to his task. Then he moved slowly out of the room. At the hall, Joe thought that his steps grew a bit faster. Finally there was silence, except for the 1 e Full-bous- Full-hous- Full-hous- e, e tulle. Queen of the aawdust ring-- , A groan came from the throat of Joe Barry. His sweating, trembling hands reached upward as if to wrench the machine into silence. But they only remained shaking there, while the band repeated the melody, the every note pounding like the blows of a trip hammer Into the brain of Joe Barry Then suddenly the man slumped, hands grasping at his sweat-linethe sides of the Instrument For the band had ceased. Some one was speaking across the miles. It was the voice of Sue Dayton. CHAPTER XIII In spite of himself, GAUNT, heldknelt there, his body TIMKS-NEWS- . NKI'MI. VTAU center on him, tin siplcg hole at lis end, the shadow of a foe hikI hand clumped hind imlal drum. Joe Barry ;c ,.j f,,r no more. The light fwit. l, was at - IkiioI his very finger tips, w hi le a whs braced against the w l. siasiioniic Jerk and lie l,.,l struck in It, driving It home; at II. e s.i ttant he dived for the t! r The room was in darkne nno f..r the ihe wincpurtliig eliow flump fr dow, continuous fpui'lli g, invntii t machine-gupanied by 'he rattle tire a bullets on',: ,in. find an e.ii;illy viciously, to desperate target in the darkness. to tlie man on (Iiasily calm came He doubled his antis the Moor. him and rolled KwiftU, far to one side, while above him the plaster chipped sprinkling Its dust upon him. A tinkling numl came from the hall behind, followed by the crash of glass on the Moor. Now the yellowish-respurts began to search dowtiward, but Joe hail crossed the room; be was ugalnst the back wall, at the rndio; it had come to him swiftly that It was this position which had held him safe for the long moments In which he had listened to a girl's voice from far away. This was on a bad angle from the window; It could not he reached. Again and again and again and again the ugly clutter echoed through the room; acrid odors enme to his nostrils. Then silence. With that, stumbling, getting his direction only by Instinct, Joe Barry was on his feet and running for the front of the house. "Fullhouse!" he shouted bs he reached the verandu. There was no answer. The car stood there; he leaped for It the pressure of his foot sending the starter Into action Instantly. "Fullhouse 1" He glanced desperatelj about him. Still there was no answer, still no sight of his confederate. For a last time he called, cramping the wheels as he did so. The cry was answered by a spurt of flume from the side of the house. Joe Barry meshed the gears and, forcing the engine to the limit of its ability, went onward, out of the driveway. The windshield split before his eyes and clattered In splinters upon the hood. Another bullet struck the dash light. Then all was, quiet save for the roaring of the engine, the screech of the ancient gears as he shifted anew, the grating of swift wheels upon rutty rond. He reached the highway and turned for town, driving madly. Miles passed. He was driving slow er now, holding the car to legal limits by sheer force of will. Ceaselessly there pounded through his mind the thought of Fullhouse. There was one chance In a thousand that he had gotten awuy ; into such desperate frightened haste that he could give no warnIf he had, there was hut And ing. one more chance that Joe could learn of it The light of a drugstore showed on a far corner beyond the park. Joe sent the car to the curb, and forcing an appearance of nonchalance, went within the store to the telephone booth. "Begis 942," he called. "There Is no such exchange. I'll give you chief operator." A few moments later Joe Barry walked slowly from the telephone to the drug store, then booth, halted. "That operator says there's no such telephone exchange as Hegls In Washington." "There Isn't," answered the drugi almost flat against the radio now, while Sue Payton spoke Just to him, it seemed : "And now, friends of the air lanes. In closing our little circus program, Dayton brothers wishes We want to you every happiness. thank those of you who have been good enough to visit us at the festival, for your patronage and for the nice things you have said about the show, especially about my rid But I must tell you that ing act. it was not my idea. It was originated by Mr. Joe Bradley, who first made my song and our air signature, 'Queen of the Sawdust Mr Bradley Is Ring,' a success. no longer with our circus, but we will always remember him for whut he did and what he was to us, a fine showman, a dear friend and one who will always have our faith, our good wishes and our love. This Is Sue Dnyton speaking for the Dayton Brothers circus. Good night friends." She was gone; out of the cone speaker a new voice was sounding. Before the radio a haggard man rocked for a long moment, neither knowing nor caring what now came over the air. There was a stare In his eyes, an expression, however, swiftly changing. Suddenly he gist Joe whirled. "Fullhouse !" he shouted. "You Fullhouse I" There was no answer, fie swung about to a position facing the door. "Fullhouse !" There was a dominant quality in his voice. "You hear me! Come in here, I've got something to say to you !" But there was only silence, save for the croaking of the frogs, a d Barry's lips set suddenly. "Is there a hotel?" he asked. "Yes, the big one. You can't miss It Straight down this street." Twenty minutes later, Joe Barry pulled the car Into a parking space and left It with no regard to regulations. The brilliant lobby meant nothing to him except a route to the elevators. At the ninth floor he stepped forth and started hurriedly forward, searching the door numbers, only to halt at a woman's voice. "What room number, please?" "Nine said Joe quietly. "The name, please?" forty-two,- " "Kendall. The L. D. Kendall." floor clerk consulted her rec- ords. "No such person Is registered." "He's here, though." Joe Barry's voice had passed beyond excitement; only the thinnest of It, and the slight break gave Indication of what went on within him. "ne may not have given his name. He came In, not long ago. A thin man. ." "Yes, but that's not his room. He's in there talking to Mr. Jamison." "Jamison?" He glanced up and down the hall. "Which way is 042?" The girl did not answer; ber unconscious glance, however, was enough. Joe Barry whirled. His right hand went to the sagging coat pocket. Cold fingers clamped upon equally cold steel. From behind him came the call of the girl that he must be announced. He went on. thirty-eighNine thirty-six- , forty he went on nine forty-twA radio was squawking from the other side of the door. Joe Barry twisted the knob; the door of course was locked. He raised his clenched fist pounding rapidly. Blurred voices came from the other side. Joe pounded again. The lock clicked. There was the Jerk of the lock, the turn of the knob. The door opened narrowly. Instantly Joe was against It his weight throwing off balance the man on the other side. They sprawled together through the entry way; a stocky form tumbled over them and slammed the door. Then Joe Barry straightening, stared with dazed eyes at the men before him. Fullhouse had drawn back with a shrug of his shoulders and an acquiescing nod of his 'narrow head. "All right, Louie," he said. "You win. I'd've swore It was Greer." He pressed his lips. "But It's him In person I" As for Joe, he could only stand breathlessly, his hand still clutched upon the piece of steel In his coat pocket his eyes striving to orientate to the unbelievable themselves t, o "What's the Use of Getting Excited? It Don't Make No Differ, ence What We Do Now We Went the Route When We Jimmied That Window." rustling of the foliage outside the window. "You heard me, Fullhouse. If you want this drilling done, come and do It yourself. I'm through with this sort of thing I" , The silence had struck him as strange. He rose and walked swiftly across the room, halting at last In the doorway. "Fullhouse I" In the silence that followed, Joe Barry heard the slightest of sounds behind him. It was merely a clicking, as metal struck metal, something heavy coming In easiest pos sible touch with the copper weather stripping of the open window. His head turned swiftly; all In an tn stant he glimpsed It the long, blue steel barrel, striving desperately to PAGE THREE to aw; the short-armel.ouie Bertolinl. coming from ins chair across the room, a hoggishappearing man who stared with uiagnitU ,1 eyes thr. ul;Ii thick lensed glasses from the bathroom door, a washed out type ol blond woman. '1 hen tl.eie was a heavy shouldered per-o- n In chaiilVciir's clothes, nod lastly, H trim, U:eily dressed man. light of hair and blue of eyes, who sat at H table with cards scattered upon It, Ids thin lingers ceaselely rattling a stack of chips. "Well, Joe." he nald at I'M, "you're back, see?" 1 here was no sound for a moment, except the blare of the radio. Jangling every nerve In Joe's Barry's body. He tensed Ids hold on the gun. Desperately he took siock of those about blin! the chauffeur, liule Bertolinl alternately pushing his cuffs back from his thick wrists, then Jamming them down again. Big Friday Joe had known he was Big at the first glance the Friday woman shakily lighting a cigarette. Joe wished that there was no woman In this. As swiftly he forgot thlrp THIS WEEK'S PRIZE STORT Sally Sez J mien Johnie'n train has a broken track, Ma's mirror a flaw, Jennie's doll a crack. The blanket are faded, the harnes Ottc-Hhi- !C! Vs m. broke The whole durn'd order's a practical joke. a mi I'll begin the New Year with Solemn vow No mail order goods, or there'll be a row. We'll furnihh our larder, wardrobe and farm. With Intermountain Products, from house to barn. MILTON I). SMITH, Koosevelt, Utah. 1 1 I1 Full-hous- her. "Yes, Mr. Martin, I'm back," he Drum-Be- said prosaically. e "That ain't no Mr. Martin," cut In. "Ills name's Jamison. How's that for a little Joke, t..'J..V,.' eh, keed?" "The name doesn't make any dif- Hot tamalel here, again. ference." Joe was wavering now. It's Leap year! Rush the extra His lower Hp dropped. His shoulmen. ders Jerked, awkwardly. The lids of his eyes seemed to roll back And tell what lovely wives you'll be. To Patronize Home Industry. Full-hous- of Duty at One sound always comes to the ear that is open; it is the sUady drum-beof duty. No music In it, at perhaps only a dry Ahl but that steady beat marks the time for which the whole orchestra of earth and heaven. It says to you: "Do your work d the duty nearest you!" Keep ste and the dullest in that drum-bea- t, march is taking you home. Exchange. rub-a-du- b. Old Expression Akimbo is a contraction of in keen bow, meaning at a sharp bend. It is an old expression meaning with hands on hips. Fu serai Eulogies Barred A pastoral letter issued by the bishop of Avranches, Normandy, forbade all eulogies of dead people at funerals. Good people do not need to be eulogized, ha wrote, while the bad ones do not deserve praise. The bishop, therefore prohibited them all. Auk Your Druggist APEX-K-HAH- V ICO MOTOR OIL Free From Carbon Fragrant Herb Waldmeister is the German name for the herb Asperula-odorat- a (woodruff), and is used in May wine and other summer drinks. The dried leaves have a haylike fragrance, lasting for years, and are often kept with clothes. It has many small flowers, produced freoly from May to July. For LOTION D AN INTERMOUNTAIN There Had Come a Knock on the Door. Joe Barry Whirled. "Block Him," Spoke the Man at the Poker Table. until thev were lost. A queer, chat tering cry came from his throat, solving itself at last into words, screaming even above the squall of the radio. "What do I care what your name Is? You tried to send me to the chair ana when you didn't get away with that, you framed this up you and Big Friday here that would double-cros- s a man to death to Join up with That's what counts what you. And you're not goyou've done. " Vaguely ing to do anything more he wondered why they did not leap woman the only for protection, why sucked at her cigarette, why the in those rattled still poker chips fingers. Only Louie there, striving to slide behind the protection of an open wardrobe trunk. Only the stocky man in chauffeur's uniform glided along the wall. "Well, your crooked schemes didn't work ! You tried to kill me. It's my turn now 1" The queer cry echoed In his throat again. The slick black of an automatic shone for an instant; straightening instinctively. A horHis rible blur passed over him. finger was pressing the trigger, pressing the trigger "The reason that gat won't work," said Fullhouse laconically, "is because the hammer spring's busted. You didn't think I'd slip you a real rod, did you?" For an Instant longer Joe Barry's fingers twitclied at the loose, trigger. Jamison leaned back from his poker chips. "Close In," he said quietly. The chauffeur edged behind Joe. shifted a step nearer. Big Friday came, i.lmost saunteringly from the bathroom door, his uncanny eyes glowing behind the heavy lenses. But suddenly they halted. Silence had literally shouted through the room. The rndio, blasting, only a moment before, had died, instantly, completely. "What do you think?" Louie Bertolinl asked nervously. "The radio shut off!" "Don't shout about It!" snapped Jamison. "Telephone down and find out what's wrong with the radio," he commanded Fullhouse. "Maybe that'll shut Louie up." "Well, don't block a guy's way," snapped Fullhouse and brushed the undetermined form of Joe Barry aside. There was a moment's wait. "They say the air's clear for an S O S," turning suddenly from There had tome a the wall. knock on the door. Joe Barry whirled. Perhaps this meant a chance I "Block him," spoke the man at the poker table. The chauffeur, Big Friday and Fullhouse, shifted quickly to Intercept any attempt at escape. Again the knock sounded. Fullhouse looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes. The knock had taken definite form now, swift taps, then short ones and three slow beats. turned the hasp and twirled the knob." The door opened and closed quickly, admitting a dapper, thin man with a small case, like a doctor's bag. "Fine Job that Tomcat did," said Fullhouse, glaring down at the case. "Yeh, and a hot chopper you are! You'd miss a flock of barns." "Been waiting for yon, Greer," said Jamison calmly. "We've got to duck." "Oh, yeah?" The chopper raised his eyes to the haggard features of Joe Barry. "Got him after all, eh? Going to take him with us?" NEW PRODUCT Source of Birdlime Birdlime is a sticky substance prepared from the inner bark of holly, the berries of the mistletoe and other sources. It may be made by boiling linseed oil. It is used In Europe for trapping birds, the substance being spread on twigs. "Harmless" Liar term for a person who tells pointless lies is inveterate liar. 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It should be remembered, however, that the mental traits of the two sexes are different. Early Chautauqua Course The first correspondence course in art was a feature of tha old Chautauqua course and was taught by Frank Fowler in 1880-188- 8. nie. Inches Lonjr Bat Twenty-Nin- e A rat found and killed by a native of Bulawayo, South Africa, In outbuildings adjoining an official's residence was found, on being measured, to be 29 inches long from nose to tail. Uncle Eben "Tain't no use expectin' to be puffickly comfortable," said Uncle Eben. "When de climate is pleasant you has to worry Tjout what da unseasonable weather is giheter do to de crops." Washington Sr, |