The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-11-26
IVES MEETS A RIVAL
CHAPTER VIII
'1Tl sing a song-g-g-g-g-"

I'll sing a song-g-g-g-g-
 Dr. Wioodrow Wesley York, Ph.D stopped short.
 He caught a glimpse of himself in his long bathroom mirror. His muscular body was pink from bathing, but his face was pink from embarrassment Astonish- ingly, he had actually been sing ing a snatch of a current campus song!
 It was something he hadn't done ir-- well, ever in his memory. Back in his own college days he had been extremely busy working to pay expenses, studying to make his grades, and practicing to make the varsity swimming team.
 He had been deeply interested fin his chosen science of archaeol- ogy - the mysteries of people who lived centuries ago, long forgotten races and clans. He had loved even then to explore their ancient cliff ruins and pueblos in the South WCSU. NCNC1 11dO l1C 4OuAAb bAAAO lO do any social frittering. Certainly he had rarely been one to sing a love song, notwithstanding his un- disputed ability in the church choir.
 Still, why not?
 He snapped his jaw tight. He had, this day, gone airplane rid ing for the very first time. He had gone with Americas best-known girl, Ronica Bailey, wealthy social ite renowned coast to coast. More overland this thought really ap- palled him-he actually had date with Ronica Bailey to take her to a dance. The first date with a girl in more than five years.
 pr. York resumed punislling himself with his rough towel. He rubbed exceedingly hard andre stunned singing!
 A fellow can sing if he wants to. can't he? A fellows bathroom and home are his own. Just as are his thoughts. Dr. York req soned so and glared at his refiec- tion, silently defying 1t to make any denial. Then he roared out louder than before, love song in 2 powerful baritone.
 Andre Girardeau discovered, through the tactful help of his dude ranch hostess, that the big Pueblo University dance on Saturday night was not exclusively for students but way open to "the right people" of the little community as well. The village was closely knit to the uni ven1ity in both business and social life. MT. Girardeau could feel him. self quite welcome there just by purchasing tickets in advance.
 He bought two tickets in the Varsity Pharmacy and went at once to the drugstore phone booth. The Rocking R ranch answered but somebody with Mexican dia- lect informed him that Miss Ron- ica was not at home.
 Andre couldn't understand well; somewhat out of patience he asked for anybody who spoke English That brought Thomas U. Bailey himself to the telephone. Andre was, in truth, pleased to have this chance at speaking with Ronicas dad.
 50 good to talk with you again, Mir Bailey" he spoke heartily. "This is Andre Girar- deau.'
 "oh! Oh yes, Andre. Sure, how are you son? Well, well, now you've followed her out here! How are you?"
 "Fine, MT. Bailey. I hope you don't mind if I do drop in to see Ronica."
 Oh no. Nope. Wouldn't do any good If I did. Ronnie sees any, body she wants to see. Saw a lot of you in New York, didn't we? Heh-heh!" MT. Bailey felt like teas ing . little. When you coming out to the ranch?"
 well sir, wanted to come Sat- urday - that's tomorrow. There's dance tomorrow night. College dance. I hoped maybe Ronica would"
 sure, sure, An0re! come on! Know Ronicau be glad to see any, body from back home. She's not too much at home yet in this wild country, I imagine. She'll be ticked to go to the dance with you, of courSe!"
 Andre was definitely pleased.
 He had wanted date and he had wanted to resume what he hoped were cordial relations with Ronica's dad; all this had come to him at once. In fact, practically everything had come his way since he left the east. He felt very con- fdent. All he had to do was move slowly, cautiously, build thorough ly and pretty soon his business as well as his personal plans would all materialize.
 On Saturday he was downtown again, hoping to see either Ronica or the Mexican girl named Montoya. He wanted somehow to arrange a