Hungry Horse news., 1948-05-14

terrifying experience at MazatlaL
For the man was an utter stranger
He was inactive, standing idly oy
apparently not greatly moved by tn
indignity that had been done MN
The man was smoking frayed CT
gar. He was hatless, dressed IN al
incredible sports coat, brown slack!
and a pink and white check shlr
that would have affronted the esthet
ic sense of moron.
II won't stand for it," beloved
the comedian. Il won'tl Give me
brick, somebody. Where's brick?''
I don't know where the brick came
from. I suspected, but with no rea-
son whatever, that the man with the
frayed cigar was guilty.
"You know" laughed Reed Bar
ton, as we rolled down town to the
union station. Il wish could stay
and see how this comes out"
I'm tell you how it comes out
when 1 see you at Mazatlan," l
said. 1--WE arranged to go with
/ Dwight and Margaret on their
cruise. Leaving in a week or So"
There is more than a fine talent
here" said Dwight. his voice having
judicial sound in the quiet OF the
ships lounge on the Orizaba. The
thin smoke Of his cigarette ascend
ed through the lighted area made by
the green-shaded light. He rustled
the papers on the table, looking at
first one reproduction of Elsa's carl
catures and then at another. There
was full page spread of Elsa's
caricatures in the rotogravure Sec
ton, besides others in the news Sec
ton. Elsa had made a hit; she
was being hailed as find.
"Oh, hello, Chesebro. Come in!"
Dwight, looking past me into the
passageway beyond the open door OF
the lounge, suddenly called out.
turned to behold Jimmy the Cheese
on the threshold. We shook hands |
all around, and Dwight waved Cheese
bro to chair. "We were just talk
ing about Elsa" he explained when
we had settled. about her mugs,
as she calls them"
A voice broke in upon us as we
sat there in the lounge, a strange
voice, slightly blurred in it's tone
and smacking of New York in its
IF you're speaking of Elsa, I
brought her out. Just now"
1--WE were, yes" Dwight rose
luestioningly to his feet and made
as if to move toward the doorway
whence came the voice.
Don't bother to get up" said the
yoice heartily. ELSA and just got
lere few minutes ago. The stew
ard helped us on board, and 1 saw
you fellows in here so came on in"
That's quite right" Dwight as
;ured the man. I'm glad you did.
Wy names Nichols.
"Glad to meet you, Nichols. My
lame's Rumble. George Rumble"
This is Mr.. Chesebro, and Mr..
MADISON"
"Glad to meet you both," said
1r. Rumble, shaking hands swiftly
nth Chesebro and then with me.
Don't believe I've ever heard of
on two before" He helped him
elf unasked to cigarettes and sat
own on the corner of the table.
Nice little boat you've got here,
Tichols. Looks like swell traveller
the ocean blue"
eyes, thank you. I'm glad you
ould come down and be with us
onight."
Thanks. l always get kick out
f going-away parties - especially
vhen it's on a boat. Understand
ou're starting to Mexico tonight"
eyes. We're sailing about mid
light"
At the moment l was speeches..
observed Dwight endeavoring to
dust the newcomer to his sur
Oundings and us to him. It was
lain that he was totally unexpect-
d. His statement, however, that
e had come with Elsa made him !
uthentic. But, as l say, I was de-
old of speech. For 1 recognized
he man. He was minus the frayed I
igar he'd had when he so calmly
,oked on at the frantic actions of ,
he outraged comedian. His black
urly hair was oiled down to his
cad, and he was now smoking one
Dwight's cigarettes. Otherwise
e was the same.
How did you come down."
wight was asking.
Come down." repeated Rumble.
islodging a fragment of tobacco
-om his tongue with sharp noise
f his lips. 1--WE came in Elsa's car.
he's got a good car now, and a
hauffeur. l helped her pick out
he car. And know the chauffeur's
ken. He's nice boy. Cousin of a
:iend of, mine. I got him the job"
That's interesting" said Dwight.
Chesebro had shrunk into himself
t the advent of Mr.. Rumble; he sat
Ike a huge, reddish-brown, silent,
Malignant oyster. I'm sure that if
were the gentlemanly thing to do
e would have bitten Mr.. Rumble.
whats your line, Chesebro?" de-
handed Mr.. Rumble, turning upon