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Mt. Pleasant, Texas. Daily Time*. Tuesday Evening, September 22, 1953
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YOU DATED ETTA/ HE SAVS
INSTEAD OF FIXING THINGS
NEW YORK (P) — Count that
day lost whose low descending
sun sees no old crusade aban-
and puree. ’I’m going to my place
and pack a bag and go up to Den-
field. When Libby calls, she’ll call
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William said pleadingly, "If you
do hear—when you hear, will you
let me know at tiie hotel?” and
walked oft.
Hugo put Kit into a cab. He had
behind the laundry truck."
Kit, Hugo and William were in
a little restaurant on 57th St. They
were in a booth, where it was easy
to talk. Kit and Hugo had joined
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212 Mt. Pleasant Street, Phone 46, Pittsburg, Texas
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By Hal Boyle
MT. PLEASANT DAILY TIMES
Publisheddaily except Saturday ana Sunday at 307 Weat Sra gi
Mt. Pleasant, Texas. _______________
HUGH C. CROSS and MRS EARL M. PORTER
___________________Owners and Publishers
Entered as second class matter at the Post Office at Mt Plaaaani
Texas, under the Act of Coagresa, March 3, 1070._______
Any erroneous reflections upon the character. «tanninr or repu-
tation of any person or concern that may appear in the columns of
this paper will be gladly corrected when brought to our attention.
you more here but if you will ‘ for his digestion,
write me I will reply at once and i t n h , ate
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derful relief.
Mrs. Leia S. Wier
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P. O. Box 2695
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"George!" Kit exclaimed, sitting
। is to blame.
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CHAPTER SIX
KIT AND HUGO didn’t speak in
the hall or in the elevator. They
quarrelled under the canopy out-
side the revolving door while they
waited for a cab. "Say it," Kit
said.
Hugo said: "All right. What was
the point of antagonizing that
woman ?"
"All I could think of was Libby,
and that you were taking too much
time—"
Hugo picked it up from there.
"And that I was basking in the
warmth of Miss Oaks’ passing in-
terest in anything in trousers while
you sat by attracting no attention
at all."
Kit was stung. ’That will cover
it, Hugo. It's terribly nice to feel
I’m understood."
He said: “You believe in using
an axe. But that's not the way to
handle women comfortably settled
without portfolio in Park Ave.
apartments— particularly when
they turn out to have criminal
records."
At her sharp glance, her
“What?” he nodded.
"Ex-actress. Not Broadway—
Newark and Poughkeepsie. I re-
member it quite well; you’re a
little too young. The wife of Elea-
nor Oaks’ leading man died under
suspicious circumstances. I think
it was sleeping pills. The husband
was convicted and got life. She
got off. We’U have to—"
He stopped talking. His eyes
were riveted on a car standing at
the curb near the corner. It was
a yellow convertible with a black
top. He left Kit, went over to the
commissionaire, talked to him for
a moment, and came back. The
yellow convertible with the black
top belonged to Eleanor Oaks.
They gazed at each other. Elea-
nor Oaks had lied about the de-
gree of her intimacy with Tony
Wilder, as she had lied about not
knowing his address which she
had given to Kit earlier. She hadn't
lied to them, she had lied for the
benefit of the man she called
Sweetie, who had come silently and
suddenly into that room up there.
“It would be interesting to know
who Sweetie is," Hugo murmured.
Kit didn’t answer. She was star-
set back Anglo-American rela-
l tions a generation. Particularly
I with tourists visiting the city for this culinary technique is cer-
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every joint in, my body and with
muscular soreness from head to st Parliament or
When a waiter brought a dish,
such a tourist would say, "Look,
I asked for roast beef and po-
tatoes like it says on the menu.
I don’t know what that stuff is,
but take it back and bring me
what I ordered.”
"But, sir, this is roast beef and
potatoes.”
“I may be from out of town,”
says the tourist, "but I still can
see. Gimme the manager, bud.”
And the battle is on!
The English really know how
to cook with gas on all four
burners, but they don’t know
how to turn the gas off. The first
principle of English cooking is
to keep the food on the stove
until its identifying characteris-
tics have been removed—and the
William in his parked taxi across - .
the street from Eleanor Oaks' to get to the office. “I m going to
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breeds. But the average tourist
has been through no such long
test of stamina. He is just wist-
fully yearning for food that looks
like food—not the Tower of
London, collapsed in a watery
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ALTHOUGH DEFEATED by kobert F. Wagner, Jr, and the latter's
New Deal Democrats. In New York's mayoralty primaries. Mayor
Vincent R Impellitter (right) is his smiling and charming self
„ he meets Prof. Henn Chretien, developer of the Cinemascope
Movie process, at a movie premier on Broadway. The professor's
daughter Yvonne, and his wife are at his right Reports are that
impelitteri may desert the Democratic ranks and become an Inde-
pendent candidate for mayor. (International Soundphoto}
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SYNOPSIS
Returning to his home in Denfield,
Conn., after a long absence in Mexico.
Fl ilip Haven, a writer, finds his young
niece. Libby, who also served as tTS
secretary, missing from the house
Believing that she may be visiting her
cousin Kit in New York. Haven phones
the litters apartment only te
that Libby had not been there. Kit
hastens by train to the Denfield house
where she and her Uncle Philip. and
her Aunt Miriam, a neurotic, are joined
by Hugo Cavanaugh, an atti
young attorney who once had courted
Kit. but who had switched his affec-
tions to Libby. Search of Libby’s
room reveals a note, urging her family
not to worry, promising that they shall
hear from her soon. An unfamiliar
ret butt in the room might indi-
Ehte that Libby had had a male visitor.
Kit’s thoughts fly to classically hand-
some Tony Wilder, whom Libby had
! et at a party in New York, how she d
seemed completely overwhelmed by
that god-like young man's charm The
next day Kit returns to New York,
hopeful of locating Libby, a trail which
leads her at last to the abandoned
apartment of Tony Wilder in Green-
wich Village. Here she is startled to
find Hugo Cavanaugh prowng through
the rooms, "looking for clues . he says
Tips from a charwoman and others,
lead Kit and Hugo to the lush up-town
home of Eleanor Oaks, a bizarre
middle-aged former aotress. whose
horsey poise vanishes when Kit bluntly
states that Libby may have eloped
with Tony Wilder.
CLINCHING his leadership of the
Democratic party at a two-day
meeting in Chicago by a rea-
soned appeal for national sup-
port of President Eisenhower’s
efforts to win world peace, Adlai
Stevenson, former governor of
Illinois and 1952 Demo presi-
dential candidate, waves from the
, speaker's stand in the Civic
Opera house. (Internationa1)
were printed in English, it might room is warm. Then drain off
We live in crusading times.
No matter whet a fellow sets
out to do today it ends up as a
crusade.
That’s what is so interesting
about Sir Alexander H. Maxwell’s
crusade. With typical English un-
derstatement, Sir Alexander,
chairman of the British Travel
and Holiday Association, doesn’t
even call his program a crusade
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ing discovered, and then defiant. -
Stammering, his plump cheeks forward on the edge of the seat,
ashen, his near-sighted dark eyes “George ought to know he was a
blinking nervously behind his
glasses, he admitted having fol-
lowed Kit to the Kelveston St.
house and then uptown. "I waited
in Grand Central until your train
came in. I thought maybe you’d
find Libby, that I could—could see
her.”
The way his face broke up at
the mention of Libby's name was
pitiful. Kit was astounded. Wil-
liam was in love with Libby, and
he had actually had hopes, until
the other night. She studied him
incredulously. He said that Libby
had been so sweet to him during
the last few months, they had gone
for long walks on week-ends and
she had let him take her places, to
the movies in Denfield and to the
women’s club dance. He had figured
maybe that, in time, it ne got a
better job and made more money.
The poor idiot, Kit thought com-
passionately. And yet the vanity
of men. William had about as much
charm as a turnip, and he certain-
ly couldn’t support a wife.
William nad another confession
to make. He had been in Denfield
on the night Libby left with Tony
Wilder. Libby had said she wanted
to see the new musical hit, “Tell
Me Tomorrow," and he had man-
aged to got tickets for it. "I wanted
to tell her. I • thought she'd be
pleased." He must have just missed
her. She was gone when he reached
the house.
“What time was that?” Hugo
asked, and William said it was a
little after half-past 9.
“Your aunt said she took a sleep-
ing pill and was dead to the world.
How did you get m?"
“The front door was open.”
“Do you mean open or un-
locked ?"
“It was part way open and the
lights were on in the hall and the
living room so I thought—”
Kit thought it was easy to pic-
ture what had happened. Libby
stealing down the stairs with Tony
Wilder carrying her cases; she
wouldn't have wanted to rouse
their aunt, had closed the front
door softly and incompletely—you
had to give the door a good strong
pull to make it stay shut.
Hugo went on interrogating Wil-
liam but he nad nothing more to
tell them. He Knew his aunt was
asleep; he had heard her snoring.
He left after a little while to catch
his train back, turning off some of
the lights and closing the front
door so that it locked behind him.
No, he hadn't seen anything of a
yellow convertible on his way to
the house.
Hugo had called Denfield when
they first came in. He went to the
telephone again. There was no
news. Kit reached for her gloves
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went into publicity."
Hugo stared at her woodenly and
shut the door.
When Kit let herself into the
90th St. apartment, Anita Stewart
was sketching clothes in the north
bedroom. She often used it She
was a painter of ability and before
her marriage she had been in ad-
vertising. Left a widow with one
child, a boy of six, she augmented
her income with occasional free-
lance work for the upper Fifth
Ave. department stores. She was
their nearest neighbor in Denfield
and Kit was fond of her.
Libby hadn't called the apart-
ment.
Small, slender,,fine featured,
Anita gave her smooth auburn
head a shake, looked at Kit, and
went on working with Angie Kay,
the model Anita used when she
could get her. Angie was a dear.
Tall and Incredibly thin, with an
oval face, upslanted eyes, and black
silk hair in a chignon, she was
married to a certified public ac-
countant and had two children. She
would arrive in a prosaic sweater
and skirt after a round of house-
work and shopping and feeding the
baby, change into expensive clothes
and become in an instant too
stylized and languidly expensive to
be real, falling Instinctively into
the perfect pose.
Kit had an idea. Angie got about
among the studios, knew a lot of
people. She put her question.
"Wilder, Wilder?" Angie said.
"Handsome fellow, medium height,
blond hair, Kit? Yes, I met him
a couple of times. He was at Bolo's
studio on a job. Bolo was going to
use him as one of those old gods—
Apollo, I think it was. What makes
you ask, Kit?"
Kit hesitated. “My cousin, Libby
Tallis—"
Anita gave her a quick side-
ways glance. Angie said decisive-
ly: "Wilder's no good. People don’t
like him. I can’t tell you why, but
I know it. That fellow’s a wrong
guy all the way through the alpha-
bet."
Kit’s depression deepened. Angie
went on, "Why doesn’t your cousin
marry George Corey?"
Kit stared blankly at Angie, get-
ting nimbly out of a butterfly dress
and into black linen shorts and a
white sweater. "George?" she said
faintly.
"Yes. I saw them together at
the Pink Angel one night a couple
of weeks ago and they certainly
looked—what’s the matter? Have
I nt my foot in it?”
Anita laughed. "Angie, you’re
an incorrigible romantic. All you
have te do is to see a man and a
girl together once and you have
thes, married.”
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But his goal is to do some-
thing about British restaurant
cooking—and to millions of world
tourists that sounds like one of
the most worthwhile crusades of
history.
Where Sir Alexander’s crusade
falls flat is that he doesn't want
to do much about changing
English cooking. He just wants
it called by its right name.
Specifically, he wants Britain's
restaurant menus printed in Eng-
lish instead of in French.
As it is now, he hints, neither
the waiter nor the customer know
what the menu says.
Certainly Sir Alexander’s in-
tentions are kindly, patriotic and
wholesome. But he is risking the
launching of a mighty tempest
from a small tea pot.
A British restaurant menu
printed in French lends a subtle
air of mystery to the meal. The
average tourist tastes it, looks
again at the menu, and is im-
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