Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-03-13

Before I begin Mrs. F. DIS request
NAV I quote my own favorite and ash
that You try to remember it IN 1881
sAs We SOW, so shall ye reap.
aHal Hal I'm giving up sewing, my
pal. I'm wearing those nifty little
ready-mades from" her thought
baked monentar1ly as he began Il
read.
blessed are the poor In spirit fo1
theirs is the kingdom of Heaven" The
thoughts stood at attention. The battle
was onI (Heaven? You ought to get
a load Of that thing they call a flat
we live IND
Blessed are they that mourn foI
comfort Ma got when Dad was knocked
off by a truck-she mourned)
blessed are the meek for they shall
inherit the earth" ooh yeahl Well
Mas meek-the only earth she's going
to get is that family plot her ma left
herr
Blessed are they which do hunger
and thirst after righteousness for they
shall be filled" ma pulls that one
every time we just miss starving to
death)
Blessed are the merciful for they
shall obtain mercy"
Maizie didn't know about that, but
she knew that she was crying like
a ninny. "Oh, Godl What the Hells
the matter with me?" CWhy had she
asked Godf It's Ma at work, of
course)
Blessed are the pure in heart for
they shall see God" (That was what
smile and how she went off to sleep
so peacefIll-like2l
"Aw, nutsl" Maize was repeating
herself.
Maize knocked on the window in
front of her, and motioned the driver
TO stop the radio. Her hand was too
shaky TO try. The poor sap" was
nipped in the midst of his Blessed
ares" Bob Hastings was still dead to
this world-or any other
Maize knocked again and motioned
for the driver to stop. She pointed
to the side of the road. Where are
We?" She stepped out, closing the door
carefully for fear Bob might feel the
brakes and think they were in "OSh-
inin" already.
We've just passed Yonkers. What's
the matter? Want rest room2 The
intimacy, which is part Of New Years
Eve, still fingered.
mo! want you to keep driving.
He'll sober up and he's good for as
mind. How far is it back to Yonkers?"
"Only about a mile. can turn
around here and"
mol I'm doing the turning aroundl"
CAfaizie Was not at all inspired. She
was madi She had lost another ar
gIIment with MAJ This ought to be
a good laugh to start your year with.
w. Ali Id. Trr ID
walk home Is 1t girl or boy2"
"a girl-and listen, lady, hope I'll
be as proud of her when she's your
age, as your Mother ought to be. Have
you got one?"
Have I? Don't make me laugh
through these tears. This is her work
and she don't know where I'm going
to get the new shoes I'll have to have
after I ruin these, hoofing 1t to Yon-
ingly, $50 long, and tell my sleepy
souSe friend about your kid. Maybe
he'll come through with big tip"
20. K. and congratS on your start
in 1871" the driver beamed upon her.
''Yeahl I'll probably end it in the
BOBBY hatch. Bye!" she waved as she
started toward Yonkers. She would
have said, "Baloney!" If told that she
AT Yonkers. her protesting feet drove |
her to a debut in hitch-hiking. Any |
effort to explain her situation was |
silenced by the truck driver, who had |
said, Happy New Year! Get aboard +
and don't gab."
Van COrtlandt Park-Motor Park
y-Harlem-it still New Years,
'Il get out herel" Funny he should
have been going right down Broadway
and she was only two blocks from
home. Thanks a lott" She climbed
down easily.
Don't thank me. Thank God you
amt in a ditch where lot of DRINKS
are this morningl" He stepped on the
gas, as she stepped on the curb.
Ma was lying, bolstered up in bed
Her big gray eyes looked as if they
had not looked away from the door
Ill night. ''Ohl Thank God, Babyl I've
been worried for the first time. was
afraid you were out in a car some
where, and"
Maizie stopped to kiss her. 81 was
n car all right-one of those new
axis with q swell radio, and (Adaizie
couldn't admit defeat enough to come