The Tri-Cities Sun (Goose Creek, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 104, Ed. 1 Sunday, October 2, 1932 Page: 3 of 12
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It was two days before she saw him again.
He came at twilight and sat down at the coun-
ter. "II have three hot dog sandwiches and
two cups of coffee. And those doughnuts look
good. Three of 'em, please.”
... Sk smiled and went to work. And so did ,
he. Later, when he still ate in sdence die
prompted him,
“Well?” she queried. “You ore like Miles
StandMi. Tongue-tied >*•*
' “You don't «pect me to propose before I’m
through supper, do
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‘ ’ lH£ motor giy2 an
cough. The somewhat
face behind the windshield
*Co ahead and quit,
be muttered. “This is as good a
to sing your swan song.”
The motot answered promptly. It
tf^'And that.” remarked tfe young
•rianing. “is *at!” _ .....
He HTncigar, propped one foot on
and stared at the blue sky. ®
'• “Bid you want gas—or anything?"
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A pretty girl was Elizabeth Jacoby, j Qgt T/LIZABETH could turn red—and did so. *
with a gray linen duster and a disreputable cgjp f “I didn’t mean that, I meant your adven-
on her auburn curf:, there was a flavor of dm tore.”
grotesque about her. .'Y He threw down a bill. MYou see I’m pay-
"ftwo higb-pressure salesman," she sqiiled. ing you in regular money. A mb cigar, too
“But you see, you’ve stopped your car ribt in He lit it and relaxed. “Well, bre’s the
one end of my drive.” j synopsis. Young tfran left brewobbly but
’’Oh,’’ said the young man. “And I’m block- with new hope. Walked two miles to the old
ing off the cash customers. I’ll pu*h it out of Rock. Good old Plymouth Rock I It has a
the way* i railing around it now so I couldn't step on
”r’U*vj.~ & ‘R#ck- C0D5ider y°»««
• tteisend of the journey. I—I am brokp—aa Id^sntfted in silence for a minute. “But
broke as can be. Last simoleon gone—last gas gaJ, noAing happened. -I wafted the streets
burned—this is the last cigar.’ j trying to think up an idea. There were no wild
v’.T' turkeys to shoot, no Indians to take a sock at.
TTE got out. His chunky shoulders heaved I Kmembr walking up to a car. It was—like
' and the roadster moved. When jt was my ojd one—only it was dirty. I hate a dirty
^ , 1 dear of the driveway he set the brakes. He car. I wrote what I thought of it with, my
—Spared at th» little building and die gasoline finger on the dusty fender—and then I got
pump, "Hum. You sdl gas and drinks, too, die idea,” k
- . ~' ' lint reminds me Tm thirst*'." ’ "Yes?"
'B 8*to went behind the counter of her booth. , “Ityasn’t much of an idea, but it was some-
There was something about this young man that thing* I’d clean and polish cars for people at
£ interested Jier. He was well dressed and ordi- ,cut rates. Do it right in their backyards. So
nariiy she would have doubted his story, but in I Went to a store where they sold the stuff,
these times anything was possible, Youknow.you need cleaner and wax and
He threw down a nickel "Ginger ale, cloths and so on. Didn’t have any money so I
please,^ Q offered to wash their store windows for the out-
She set Out the drink.. He drank it, enjoyed fit and they fell. ’
it to the last drop. Then he resumed his cigar, t
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of the unemployed," die Ventured/ ^ „
“I am, though. Today it seemed iike the down nine times. Then an old lady was
"You’re right.” he smiled. ”1 was forget- I’ve found a guy who has it. Chap named "Do come again," he said to them at dm
ting for a minute. Seeing- a dance hall Mungifl.” duos, ' and tdl all your friends about us."
/ / ^.Buf.^YMwidibh. Ha baa “Y^u betl" $ey ibpatofl
u.T pot . .£ jy _ •—r— -Ha didnt limh aitd thr mud.nnthiag.—3m* uffiif iuf-yprnd "
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“Yeah. I hud to find that out, too. His TN two months there was no doidrtoflKeiuc-
was the car I shined up yesterday and ht C* * cess of Kinder Ham. It «d a rushing bu»-
eod of thin^/ So I headed Ae car down the to ^ andgave me a job. Washed far ear uJ&Sy Bufl sfamd dw^!1^ wmIocS \ wSuYw^^S^l £ ^^rajjhad AmHocall at thr fiHituthi-
petjonal,” she said suddenly, "but have you ••Well, Aat four bsickd looked like noble
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tion. AHi^wh sometimes he took Elizabeth
out for a ride down the cape.
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me sick. Why don’t you selb that car and
—Oh, come m herel’/
TIfISS JACOBY did a bt dog and
Mndwich business aside from her one-
tank filling Station. She tossed half a dozen- ^
sandwich business
fitting station. She ■II
«ggs into a frying pan in which some bacon
was sibling, and set a coffee pot on her gas
The young man appreciated her art Not
member this stake. Don t think III forget
it” And she bew he meant it. '
He turned and looked at the blue ex-
panse of Plymouth Harbor which lay be-
yond and blow. She followed his gaze—
and suddenly a.thought came to her.
“Well, you wouldn’t b the first one who
Marled from scratch—bre,” she oflered.
“Look down there. Tbrc> a Rock beyond
those roof tops. And years ago a band of
people—mayb worse off than you—landed
M it. And bow 1
He blinked: “Oh. the Pilgrims.
5b leaned toward him. You
, didn’t know which way to turn. Well—
you may think I’m goofy—but why don’t
** *«*».«* Phonograph. And lafs. All kids’ Mr. Hadley sbwed up at £&**>« fiikg QHE hung up.
?W1( Aat s that, stuff. , ” . station one night with the news of toe opening. ^ Ten minutes
the voice of Bull—and she
note of joy in. his
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"I^kmeintb^^wrttl With . lib mon^ fcfc-nnd bright pwwpeets. later fte big house brned down. Lmm pS^rstSoSTof laughter. ,?Oh, „"•
Jbm ^ fa *>’ V' rehu?t.butthisli«,khoumwWWt” ^ HStm
E,„ l hmur Gl**t .J. Lat stoke a peek at it Tfayg;ot«rta»d fave you erren^.” certainly deter
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in the world wc^jgdlte somebody. A wee dance hall and restaurant whole thing is drat he ns going to finance me.” “H you^^^tfon’t want to come, of course—*' r'^'4 1 -
me^^ moneyfor tfat for Ws «ly.; No'adulu admitted, Fourteen In a matter of four weeks tb Ktoder Haw ”Oh. Eliz^!’*
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“It might go.” admitted ElizabA.
“Sounds new.” ” tired7'b "Si* '“S we dfaT
It was Area days afterAis ride that Buff Everything i« going swell.”
PJPPPHHPVPp Buff’s eyes opened, then half dosed. \?W
Buff studied h&'shoe. a minute, like a shy i Idund out who you w” \v .
dtowed up again. And it Wts in the after* _________ „
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said could b done wiA it?” he said. : r , they’ll lfte roc?" I™"Wefl-^welH'm me.” fa Hammered.
“Uh-huh.” Elizabeth lioped br eyes didn’t show what “And you’re in Ae Social Register." -
house for kids. And I’ve got tb name. : /‘Then you're the finfSttle girl wb gets
Kinder Ham!" present!” he cried.
“Spkndidl” said Elizabth. "It is an > He suddenly, took her face between his bnds
again—just a. Aey did?”
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rium?"
“Anytime. 1*8:30.”
[I A 1932 Pilgrim!" he nodded. ’p. K. Put( 10 gsUons of gas « rotd-
after his first surprise. "Go down— stor. b grinned. 1 sen * pul b«k. .Were
t over again. It’s a hunch. If Miles gomfe places. “
,dW i-why *l*n- B«n» tb Cape Aey rolled a Ae And , litje'latM
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dance bfl called tb ” I
idea—Mid I’d say decent successes had ben
- made wiA lesser material than tbt.”
Ho looked thoughtfully at br. “How
come. ElizabA. you’re doing this plebian
art of setting hot dogs and gas? You don't
‘•ft life-"
and kbed.br square on tb roouAl
Tbt b watt out, whistbjpi.
‘f ETS take a ton ‘up to
” suggested Buff
And a little later tby were
ball, Bui
n hour. a pile
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Pendergraft, W. L. The Tri-Cities Sun (Goose Creek, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 104, Ed. 1 Sunday, October 2, 1932, newspaper, October 2, 1932; Goose Creek, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1020042/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Sterling Municipal Library.