Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-02-13
Copyright: Is4l BY News Syndicate &C.. In
A Mother Learns
More About
Psychology From
Her Son Than
From Books
IN TWO PARTS-PART ONE

Club Chalmers sat on the porch
rail swinging his feet and gazing at
the bright June sunshine with an ex-
freckled face.
swinging away from the boat house
nghtened the frown that dug heavy
lines between Clubs wide set gray
eyes. II anything, the burrows deep
ened.
He had almost forgotten about Jigs
in the new despair that was eating
him at his mothers announcement
that he had to 60 to the club dance
tonight. Club had confidently hoped
to get out of that, but when Nom
got sot. boy. did she get sot!
Now, last glimpse Of the dinghy
scudding before the wind around the
end Of the cove shifted his thoughts
back to Jig's treachery.
The nerve of him asking Sue Trav-
ers out for a sail. in a dinghy that
only half belonged to him! Well
maybe a Bit more than half, but who
had Clipped in last season to buy a
new sail? And who had helped pay
for having the rudder mended that
time they had smashed into the
"Eaglet."
Club found momentary comfort in
dulging in the luxury of picturing him
self at the dock the next time Jigs
tried to pull stunt like that.
He would stroll up with his hands
in his pockets and watch them. then
he would ask, his voice all deep and
sarcastic, What you usin' for a sail?'
Before Jigs could think up come
back. he would point out that half
that sail belonged to him.
And no sail of mine is being hoist
ed on a boat that carries a girl for
ballast"
That would show Sue Travers where
she got off! The sooner she passed
the word around to the other girls
the better.
With bewildered resentment, Club
tried to figure out what had struck
Jigs.
Who would have thought last sum-
mer, that they two could ever be any
thing but the closest of pals?
Gosh, they had seen eye to eye on
every darn thing! And now look what
one year of high school had done to
Jigs! Goofy as they make 'em over
girls!
1t wasn't only Jigs, either. The rest
of the bunch were bitten by the same
bug. Snickering and writing notes and
making dates! It was enough to turn
a fella's stomach.
All last winter, Club had scornfully
withstood the feminine onslaught in
In T,,v,t IYinI, ", thu Cnrnfprt
that once they got to Harbor Cove,
Jigs and he would fight the good fight
together. And now, look at Jigs! Goofy
as hyena! Let him be goofy!" Clubs
thoughts reached the tempestuous
stage Of exploding to muttered, in
articulate rumble. Let 'em all be
goofy!"
what did you say, dear?"
Club glanced at his mother where
she sat in the sunshine, on the porch.
with her mending.
It was a minute or two before the
sense Of her bright inquiry penetrated
his gloom He blinked at her, and the
astonishing thought came to his mind
that his mother had once been a girl
herself; not such a bad looking one,
either, probably, with that curly light
brown hair. and her blue eyes.
They looked especially blue at this
moment, almost the color of the sky:
and there was a wistful sympathy in
them that brought ray of hope CLINT
ing through Clubs detection.
Honest, Nom, do I have to go to
that dance tonight? Aw gee, lookit
What's the sense of wasting all that
money? What's the sense"
Amusement joined the sympathy in