Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-11-12

Jewellers achleNe III tney i've u
maturity. One paSSer-by, glancini
at him. murmured:
There's a happy drunk"
His landlady was Elaine o
Elaine and Scottie, songs and pat
tier. But in multi she was Sadie
REILLY.
Don't II beat hell" she re-
marked conversationally when
she heard Joe through, ''how a
young punk like Meister- gets
along? 1 remember when we
paid that cluck's fare from Des
MOines to New York;"
saw, Sadie, skip IT," Joe
growled. HE gave me a five
spot"
$50 you eat"
Notary Blake eats. Saw
him today. Looks sOrta down."
"Okay, sucker" Sadie growled
in pretended fury. Here, have
one on me
GIVES HIM FIVE SPOT
She thrust bill in his hand with
a pay me next year and don't
argue expression stamped on her
face. Then she stamped into the
nail. II was a five spot, Joe saw.
1t meant that he'd be able to
keep his Summer overcoat and his
once decent suit out of hook. 1t
meant, if he kept both So bills,
that he'd be able to eat.
He went out slowly, thought
fully.
Nuts" he said to himself. III
gotta find Harry Blake
With a great show of haste. he
battered down Forty-sixth street.
Turning a corner, he caught sight
of that disreputable hat.
Harry" he yelle d, "hey
Harry"
He bumped into people in his
haste. One pedestrian growled:
Look where you're goin', you
rum hound" but he didn't hear.
HE KEEPS GOING
There was still time to lose him.
self in the crowd. He didn't have
to be a sap. Yet something kept
him going. Something beyond him.
self-bigger than himself. Some
thing which makes a good trouper.
Harry, you DOPE he gasped,
when he came abreast of his
friend. Here :" He was about
about to thrust the money over
when Blake said;
"Good heavens, Joe, I've been
looking for you for weeks.
Thought I saw you today, but
figured / was mistaken. Listen,
sap we're working - the two
of u.s."
Life, Joe figured. was certainly
the way it worked Out.
Sadie, who was so charming as
Elaine, was inarticulate as Sadie.
Meister. the confused, homesick
frightened boy. now a big shot.
Joe Edmonds, sober as a judge
and enjoying the rep for being a
rum dub-and now Harry Blake,
with that dead pan of Installing
about work.
"Give 10 to me all In one
piece" Joe advised, feeling dizzy.
starting In three weeks--a
1S-week booking. The two OF
us--along with some other old =
timers ="
Joe shook his head.
"Where, Harry? 1 mean-cer-
tainly not q vaudeville circuit
"Television, you ape. Haven't
you heard? A whole new au-
dience. The kids of the people
we used to roll In the aisles.
"They need us, Joe. Old
timers, good troupers. Folks
who know what gets laughs, and
who can cradle an audience.
Were In on the ground floor,
oOt. IVu hhu IL anu all TIC
others who know their stuff"
STARE AT EACH OTHER
The two men stared at each
other. Each knew that they were
just beginning-that the future
offered greater success, greater
satisfaction than the past had ever
offered.
Don't it beat hellw Joe
giggled, and shuffled a trifle. A
passer-by, a woman, glared at
them. She snorted after a first
quick inspection of the two.
aren't you two ashamed OF
yourselves she .scolded them
angrily. drinking and carousing
like that. What's the world
coming to?
Its coming to hell and gone,
lady" Joe peered at her blearily.
"And I'm a-goin with It."
She could hear their wild shouts
of laughter as she scurried away.
THE END
TOmOrrOw's short story: pub
lie CampgrOund," by Sanford
FARRELL.
- NO MONEY DOWN