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/ THE KALONA NEWS ! t0wn been in- rolled ivy coy- gratefully. would be cool. the solid brick century sin;e with aloof dig- her hat be. door and slid smart gray the hat and coat was Pushing the hair off her Yell came down A young yell. so tired. she had had hours in more and then another hour represent. al- Over them. that there for power HAIl, that if they bacon for a madden- all this had wire, steel to be sur. worn- Julia had wrung out here was up here right stairs slowly. room at the standing on glass, her of white Woe. she wailed. When they m Scallops. What am I bed and hair was and sun- to Jm? terri- un. "Oh, Mother, you know how much attention Ric pays to maternal ad- monition ! You only had one duti- ful child--me." "Stand still, or I'll never get this right." She was so tired that her legs quiv- ered and her eyes blurred. And now worry was spinning like a dentist's drill in her brain. For now she was beginning to know what before had been only a nagging fear, a motherly apprehension. Now she knew that the thing she hated had not died, had not removed itself from her life. It was going on. Richard, her son, born in loneliness and torment--Richard was going on being another mad and reckless Mc- Farlane, irresponsible, not to be be- lieved. you could have spared me this, God, she was thinking. I've had so much and I've tried to be pa- tient, I've tried to do my best. Aloud she said. "That ges it, I think. But it will probably sag somewhere else. That heavy stuff does." Jill pulled the dress over her head and dropped on the stool, her naked arms round a{'td virginal and sweet. "Will you tack it up for me, 'Dooley? I've got to do my nails and press my suit, and there's a spot on the toe of one of my san- dals where somebody stepped on me. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I asked Spang to stay here. He hasn't any family at all. I fixed the bed be- "It's all crooked!" she walled. i cause Mamie was pouty. I could only find one hemstitched sheet, so I put a plain one under." "Will Spang be here to dinner? If he will, you'll have to set the table. I'll fix your dress, but then I have to talk over some things with Foster and your grandfather." "John I. rode up to mark posts in the woodlot," Jill said. "Foster had to help him on the horse, and tlmt made him furious. He's bound to break a hip some day, and then you and I will have a lovely life." "But he'll die if he stops wanting to do things for himself. He really doesn't believe that he's eighty. He thinks that's something somebody made up." "You're a pet to fix the dress, Dooley my love. But Spang is worth it, he is definitely. Maybe he's the one. About timel Here I am, crowding twenty-seven and already getting a maiden look around the chin." "Don't be ridiculous. You look about eighteen. Don't forget about the table. Mamie's been busy all day." Jill Mustn't Be An Army Wi/e "Oh, Spang'$ bus won't be here till eight. I'll give him sandwiches and beer. Anyway, Mamle likes sol- diers, and all the boys want is a soft chair to sprawl in and a hot tub. They stand up all day, or sit on a hot curb, and they can't even lie down on their cots till night, Ric told me." In her own room, dim and cool and serene, with the branches of the huge old trees rustling close to the windows, Julia shed the regi- mentals of a career woman, re. laxed in the tub, and put on soft cotton slacks. Later she'd have to get into the denim and boots that were her farm uniform; she'd have to tell Foster, who ran the place, that there would be no more cop- Per wire and n'e more fence till the g0ver|~ment gave her a prlbrity, and heaven only knew when that would be. She would have to tell her father in-law, too, old John I. McFarlane, and he would fume angrily and im- potently for hours, to any one who would listen. Working on Jill's dress, she hoped this young lieutenant would not be a disappointment, but all the while she nursed the secret wish that he would prove to be only another pass- ing fancy, moving on as so many other lads had moved on, out of Jill's life. To be an army wife--she did, not want that for Jill. She wanted to save her child from that heartburn- ing, that dreary waiting, the endless nights, the torturing silences that she herself remembered. And for her the wretchedness had never ended. There had been no finale, no period, no yellow telegram, no shock of grief--there had been nothing. Now, after twenty-five years, there was still nothing. But in these days, wlth all the young men m serwce, a girl, even as pretty and desirable a girl as Jill, had little choice. The world was swiltly turning into a confused and dismal place. She had told herself so many times, when Jill and young Richard were small and everything was very grim for her, that no child of hers should ever live through what she herself was living through. She had worked so hard: she had even done rough work with her ox~ hands to build up this old farm. She had fought drouth and animal epidem- ics and insects and discouragement, to make a richer, kinder life for Ric and Jill. And she had succeed- ed. She looked through the window at the white fences marching over the lush green of the fields of Buz- zard's Hill, and she knew that she had succeeded. Her father-in-law had helped. She gave him his due in all loyalty. He had been a rock to lean upon. ha had been a pillar--a fiery pillar, but steadfast. Through all the strange years when no word had come from Richard, her husband, when there had been only silence as baffling as the hollow sky, as deep as the sea, old John I. had stood by her-- through the grim times and good times. She had lived through it, but she would fight to save Jill from a life like that. She heard the clump of John I.'s boots presently, heard him yelling something into the telephone. All the McFarlanes yelled, even Jill. There was so much in them that was alive and in a ferment. Pa- tience had been left out of them. It was as if they had a yeasty brew instead of blood in their veins. Richard, whom she had married, had yelled, too. Up three flights in that little walk-up flat in Washing- ton--why must she think of that just now? Why couldn't she make her- self forget, finally and forever? Last year she had determined to forget, and the year before. It it. ritated her that she, a strong wom- an. was not strong enough to con- quer this thing that haunted her. The dress finished, she laid it carefully across Jill's bed and got into the facled shirt;" the rough clothes that went with being a pig-woman. She tied her hair up in a bandana and went downstairs. ,4 Sow Shows Its Teeth John I. McFarlane--thin, mus- tached, with small hands and feet. and bright, hot, black eyes--was sit- ting on the side porch cutting to- bacco into a ne@spaper spread across his knees. He looked up as alertly as a robin, and said, "Hello. you back?." "An hour ago." Julia sat down. The old man snapped his knife shut, slid the tobacco into a red tin and put the tin in his hip pocket "Bet you forgot my bottle of bit- ters?" "I did not. It's in the kitclten with the groceries." "I'd better rescue it, then, before Mamie rubs it on her rheumatism. Last time you brought me some she used it to kill mites on a duck. Well, I marked about two hun- drtd posts." "'No use, John 1. They won't give us priority for any more fence." He drew his white brows together angrily. "What do they expect us to do? Teach hogs not to cross a chalk line?" "No more wire, no more copper, no more steel. It's war, Johr~ I. But it makes it tough for the Pig business. Would you be interested in growing cucumbers or peanuts or something?" "I would notl Pickles give me the hives, and what good are pea. nuts when there aren't any more county fairs or circuses?" "They use the oil for something. I forget what. Did you tell Foster to shut up your prize sow? She ought to'bring a good litter." "I shut her up myself. She's a cagy female. She bit me. and ] hit her with the pitchfork before I thought, but she wasn't hurt any. What's wrong with you. Dooley? You look shot, and you've got Cir. cles under your eyes." {TOt '~ T NEEDLECRAF.__~T PATTERNS Aprons JUST how long the new boom that has hit sports of every variety will last is anybody's guess. This includes baseball, football, racing, basketball, golf, hockey, ten- nis, boxing, curling, bowling, shot put- ting, table tennis, gin rummy, javelin throwing, hunting, fishing, automobile racing or jumping through a hoop. Tail - end baseball teams draw over a million. Many times b e a t e n football teams pack the stands. Grantland Rice Promoters. or others who take credit for this amazing public surge in their own line are merely being goofy. They don't even have to be smart or good. Just open the gate. Make it a dog fight. It doesn't seem to mat- ter. But there is at least one detail that can't be missed. In this coun- try or nation of some 3 million square miles and some 140 million sport-loving people, there is room for two major professional football leagues. The New York Giants proved that when, facing double competition from the Yankees and the Dodgers they packed the Polo Grounds with their greatest crowd. The CIeveland Browns, in the new league, have passed any expected mark. They have set new records up above 70,. 000. So far, in their exhibition and their scheduled games, both leagues have gone far beyond early expecta- tions. The situati~hasn't been so hot in several spots, including Los An- geles--a hot college center--but the general average has been exception- al. The Giants could play at least one game a season before 100,000 spec- tators-if there were room enough to park the human frame. We still believe, as far as the two leagues are concerned, that there Is room enough in this country for 16 pro teams, 8 in each league. And both leagues can save enough to pack a mint by working out the same arrangement the National and American baseball leagues have to- day. The rivalry of the two leagues has made baseball what it is. The same inter league rivalry, with a postseason championship, will be just as effective for pro football. In such' an event, we could haye results thrown against futile -argu. ments. s $ st The Two Best Backs Several correspondents have writ- ten in lately, asking if any Other football team ever had a pair of backs to match Blanchard and Da- vis, Army's terrifying football twins. Let's look at the record, as A1 Smith used to say. Carlisle's Indians once had Thorpe and Guyon--not too bad. Harvard had Mann and Brickley. Yale had Coy and Phllbin. Michigan had Hes- ton and Boss Weeks. Cornell offers Pfaun and Kaw. Pennsylvania had Hollenhack and Manter. Stanford had Grayson and Hamilton. Notre Dame has had many great pairs--a longer Hst than most of the others. Minnesota. Tennessee, Alabama-- these and many others--have had strong backfield combinations. counting only two men. But we can't locate at the mo- ment any other combination that ranks with Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davis in all-around ability and destructive effectiveness. In making a complete check you'll come upon these facts-- 1. Davis ~d Blanchard are bril. llant bah carrie[s, through the line or out in the open. Both are ex- tremely fast. 2. Both can throw a pass and beth can handle a pass. $. Both are excellent blocJ~ers. 4. Both know how to tackle and are strong defensively. 5. Both are dangerous opponents against a rival pass. 6. Both can kick. 7. Both are packed with stamina and durability and both give all they have at every start. Neither is tern. peramental or swelled-headed. They happen to be two fine kids who play the game for the love of it. In looking back many years over a long list we can't locate any team that had any such pair among its backfield talent, not for a few games but through the greater part of three hard seasons. When you've seen Blanchard and Davis turned loose on some field you've looked upon the be'st that football has ever had to offer. st st @ About Bob Neyland Bob Neyland of Tennessee, now General Neyland, an old West POint, er, left his coaching |ob in 1942 for army duty. It was generally accepted that it wottld take Neyland a year or so to rebuild a winning team against the powerful opposition the South always offers. But in his first year back we find Neyland's volun. teers heading the Southern parade, at least a stride in front of Wally Butt's Georgla delegation. 7033 TWOpretty aprons . . one easy-to-follow pattern! ()no and one-half yards of material . . . makes both aprons! Your choice --applique or nlain stitchery. Both are easy-in-~he-~naking. Pattern 7033 has transfer of embroidery motifs: cutting charts. Our improved pattern~ visual with easy-to-s2~ charts and photos, and complete direetions~makes needle- work ea~v. Public Loses $20~000,000 Year bv Absentmindedness The American public loses ap- proximately $200,000,000 a year by leaving, through death or absent- mindedness, real estate unwilled and without legal claimants, un- claimed bank balances, and stocks and bonds in safety-deposit vaults as well as securities which their owners believe to be worthless because the companies have ceased to exist, says Collier's. 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