The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1935-10-02

! sallow. worried-looking mar
,;ts a. adesk in a Chicago doctor:
office The telephone jangles; NJ
answers. gays yeah =. yeah >.
tTII be right over" and takes q
[ last furtive look around the place
( before he locks up and goes out
4 man in a Chicago apartment
writes down a phone number on
the varnished woodwork over a
closet door.
-. An ambitious youngster
fresh out Of college sells big Sc
dan TO a we!-dressed stranger
and goes home congratulatIng him.
self and trying to figure how soon
hell have enough money to GET
married. A politician grins as
his visitor shuts the office door be
hind him. and puts fat sheaf OF
bonds into his safe. A tired
police detective drinks glass of
beer and says to his friend,
."Y'see, Bill, it's like this-the big
.lug's got an in down at city hall.
And four very tough-looklHS
gentlemen walk into a small-town
bank in the middle west, swing
gun nnuzzTes menacingiy, and walk
out presently with a small for
tune in cash and securities.
So what So its al part Of the
panorama, and it all makes seize
if Won string it together right. l.
makes sense because some people
ere foolish and some people are
downright bad and some Other
people are both wise and good;
and out of it all you can get a
new slant on your America, and
perhaps a new pride in it, and a
new understanding Of what is 60
ing on in it.
Wen start with the girl in the
night club.
Jean Dunn smiled At Bobby
Wallace and sat down at their
table in the Golden Feather night
club. saying to herself, that man
IS kind of good-Iooking, and he's
been watching me over since l
came in. wonder who he is?"
BIissfuIly ignorant Of this,
Bobby Wallaee-who was not the
good-Iooking man she referred to
took his seat opposite her and
picked up the conversation which
the general stir incident to the
end of the last dance had inter-
rapted.
Listen. Jean, I mean it, he
said. you don't want to slave
IN a city office all your life.
Wouldn't it be more fun mean,
even if We didn't have such an
awful lot, Just at first-aw, Jean,
honey, say you'll marry me-
He leaned toward her, and his
honest. snub-nosed face was very
earnest. Jean put the cookbook
ing stranger out Of her head and
reached across to pat Bob0y's
hand.
Bobby, I like you a lot" she
said. You're Just peach. But
cant you see my side of it?
We're both of US so young. There's
so much to do, and so much to
see, before we get respectable and
settle down. I'm spoiled, l guess,
but | don't want to be Just
just yet want-oh,
Bobby, I want to play. I've only
been away from home for six
months. l ike being on my own.
ike being independent. Don't
you see l want to enjoy it a
while"
Bobby sighed.
you were in college for four
years." he protested.
Yes, and if you call that being
independent, you're crazy" she
retorted. Il mean being out on
my own, earning my own living
and all. Don't you see?"
But we could get the neatest
little apartment said Bobby, as
if that answered her objections.
Regular little parlOr-bedroom-and
bath arrangement, and you
wouldn't be tied down. Why,
you'd be more independent than
you are now. You'd be more your
own boss. You wouldn't have to
trot down to an old office every
morning. And pretty soon we
could buy one of those new sport
roadsters, and 60"
Pretty SOON said Jean. Bob
by, dear, l don't want to hurt your
feelings, but Pm just not one of
these nice home bodies that can
start out on ShoeString. It's
not as if"-she paused, trying to
pick her words tactfully-''Bobby
If you were on regular salary it
might be different. But you know
yourself that selling autos is aw-
fully, awfully irregular. One
month we'd be flush and the next
one we'd be living on salmon and
crackers. The strand be too
much =. | guess Pm pretty sell
fish" she finished apologetically.
mo, no." said Bobby hastily,
Then he said, "You mean-if /
suppose if | had nest egg laid
away-say couple thousand dol
lars-would you look at things
differently"
She smiled at him. and Bobby
reflected irritably that no gml
with long droopy eyelashes ought
to smile at man in that way un-
less she wants to be kissed.
"YOu make me sound like a
cheap little gold-digger, Bobby"
she said.
"But would yeu?" he persisted.
Bobby" she said, Il like you
better than any man know or
ever have known. I'd marry you
tomorrow, only Pm not ready to
marry anybody yet. And then
I 4 ID L j.