Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1930-07-24

looking at each other, smiling, remem-
boring.
But how about your brace?' she
asked him. Were you able to discard
1t at thirteen, as You expecteda'
Sooner. But walking without 1t
was staggering business for year
or so, I can tell. I'll never be q golf
champion, and the American army had
to go to France without me, but I'm
we'll. really. | never think of 1t any
more. It's such a darned Interesting
old world to kick around in, without
wanting to play tennis. | work on
the Sun, and often 20 home after two
In the morning. | come over here
sometimes. when it's quiet except for
few cars. The streets echo, and the
strangest feeling of unrealIty comes
over me-
what do you do, Will, on the Snnfs
His eyes Ehone. His voice thrilled
with enthusiasm and excitement.
Il work In the art department. he
told her, and the way he put it, 1t was
.brag,' a superlative announcement.
i've been there over year now, and.
Ernestine. I'm crazy about 1t. Lord,
it's wonderful, the feeling you get on
paper I've made some fine friends.
John Poole is a friend of mine, and a
good one. too
Every one in Chicago knew John
Poole, whose comic strip in the Sun
was as much feature Of Chicago life
MS lie beauty of the Blacklist one reared
against winter sky.
"Nhy. VIII, how fine. But what do
you draw
He pitched his chair little nearer
TO hers in his eagerness.
did you ever see, In a newspaper,
that's a photograph-decora to
make the picture, which may be odd
in shape, fit into the typef | do those
things and lettering, and sometimes
a spread He sent waitress for a
paper, and showed her what he did
II get twenty-five dollars week
for It." he boosted. And I'd do 1t
for nothing, If they didn't pay me.
The fellows are real guys and we've
got = regular boss. This is my day
of, and here | am downtown, and CO.
Ing over there, pretty soon. can't
stay away. IL you'll SO with me, I'll
drag you around the plant, and show
you the big presses, and introduce you
the Mr.. Poole. and the fellows In the
art ROOM"
She felt her horizon widening. What
world men lived in Papa had his
Quarries, and VIII his curlicues, and
Loring his law How wonderful to
live In something, and for 1t She felt
that her own life was dim and futile.
Now that she was out OF school, she
WAS expected to have good time UNI
til she married VIII was the only
man she knew outside the old familiar
circle. How dull her interests were
compared to his thrill over twenty
fve-dollar-a-week Job.
But, Will,"--she turned to him In
such 4 manner that 1t seemed their
faces would touch, drawn by the strong
attraction that brought them 30 close
IT thought you were going to be a
real artist"
"Ho," he said, -that's why couldn't
stand the Art institute ] want to be
a cartoonst. I've discovered that you
can do whole lot more with pencil
line than make petunia. think You
can make line stand M and howl.
You cnn make 1t do all sorts Of things
for you, caricature, design-nonsefise.
don't want TO he a color artist.
but the birds you made for me,
when you were only ten--the col0rs,
and the way their heaos bent-Its a
beautiful book, VIII. ] showed y 10
my zoology teacher when ] was In