The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 80, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 7, 1934 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
OUR COMIC SECTION
By Mae Foster Jay
ber this. I can hire, and I can fire.
And—you’re dismissed, M. Brown.”
Mary paled. She shifted. She
hadn’t—oh, she hadn’t expected this!
Hadn’t thought he really would do—
this! Her eyes roamed the room des-
perately. She wasn’t used to cutting
inconsideration! She was used—
A little smiie came to her lips. Why,
she could make this towering man
right-about-face in a second! All she
needed to do was to tell him that she
was the daughter of his old friend,
David* Brown. That annihilated all
defenses, always. She opened her
lips— And closed them, suddenly,
fearfully. Just in time she remem-
bered that she no longer was using
that sesame. The fire came back to
“You wouldn’t do that, Mr. Stark!
You couldn’t be so unfair as to dis-
miss me without notice? I—have to
have a job! I need the money. You
can—give me a trial. Why condemn
me without a hearing? Maybe I really
do know my stuff.”
“You must know, too, that this,”
sternly, “is no place for a girl.”
“I’ve worked with male engineers all
“School! Mere child’s play. This
is a job.” He laughed. "I suppose
you figure on some soft berth in the
office. Well, my pink ears have to be
ready to go into the field whenever
“My specialty,” said Mary quietly,
“is design. But I don’t mind going
into the field. I can do anything a
man can do. I’m big. Strong. My
health is perfect.”
He motioned her to desist. “That is
beside the point. Miss Brown. You
don’t understand. It’s against my
precedent to have a girl on the job.
My word! The complications a girl
could introduce! We have plenty of
grief without the upsetting influence
of the fair sex.
“The promoter of this estate,” he
now thought to argue, “won't so much
as let an engineer’s wife live on the
job, until the travail chaos is oyer.
What do you think he’d say to you?”
“Tell him,” placidly, “that I’m here,
not in the capacity of an engineer’s
wife, but of an engineer.”
“Suppose,” with a triumphant nar-
rowing of his eyes at her, “you tell
him that. He’s coming down the path
An outside door opened. Mary
turned toward it; gasped.
Denis Craig had halted in surprise
upon the threshold.
Copyright, by W. A. Wilde Oo.
Events in the Lives of Little Men
Mary, daughter of a millionaire, has
the idea that her personality is ob-
scured by the fact that she is the child
of the “rich David Brown,” and de-
termines to make her way in life un-
aided. She has a million dollars, which
ehe insists her father Invest in the
“wildest dream" imaginable, and about
which she must know nothing. She is
a graduate engineer. As “M. Brown”
Mary secures a position as engineer
with the Paradise Valley Project, a
evelopment concern. She is engaged
y letter. On the train, on her way
o her job, she meets Denis Craig, who
immediately antagonizes her. Alighting
from the train, Mary is left at a way
station, practically penniless. Craig,
coming to her assistance, is also left
behind. He befriends her, despite her
coldness toward him, enabling her to
continue her journey. Arriving at the
Project, she is accused by John Stark,
chief engineer, of deception in con-
cealing her sex, and again meets Craig,
who is the promoter of the project.
>MP HE WLDNY
“I have fallen naturally Into the
way of initials,” said Farmer Corn-
tossel, “especially when I tell my trou-
“What’s worrying you now?”
“I’m waiting to hear from A. A. A.
I went hunting with B. B. shot and
the doctor told me to get 20cc of lini-
ment to cure my wound. My daughter
married a D. D. and is learning a
piano piece which she plays f In the
key of g. With a few exclamation
points, I could go right on up the al-
“You must ’a’ been readin’ the
kingpm’s blarney! Here,” as they
turned off the road into a private
drive, “is the old James ranch house.
The oliices,” contemptuously, “of the
Paradise Valley Project. Where,” fac-
ing her belligerently, “are you calcu-
latin’ on livin’, young lady?"
He sounded like a crabbed old bach-
elor. Mary asked, curiously, “Have
you a family, Mr. Johnson?”
“My wife’s dead!” shortly. “You
haven’t told me where you figure you
“Where do the engineers live?”
“Single ones live in camps on the
ranch. You can’t live there, the only
girl. Married ones lives in Foggy
Gulch, since the kingpin won’t have no
woman in his paradise.”
“Then I shall live in Foggy Gulch.”
“How would you get back and
“How do the others get back and
Mary hadn’t thought of this. She
didn’t intend to think of it now. That
: was a mere detail to be taken up
later. Now, just before her, lay a
crucial moment. She flung up her
head, straightened her shoulders to
bolster up her courage, and stepped
from the car. . „
“Wait, please, Mr. Johnson.”
“Mebbe I will. Mebbe not. If I do,
I’ll charge you plenty.”
’With this comforting assurance,
Mary left her bristling taxi man
parked under a live oak, and went
across the veranda of the veteran
She paused in the hallway and
looked about her. Over their drawings
or blue-prints or estimates leaned kha-
ki-clad, putteed engineers. One of
them came quickly forward.
“Something I can do for you?”
“May I see Mr. Stark?”
Mary ran the gamut of curious eyes
through two rooms toward a smaller
one at the rear. She didn’t mind the
curiosity. These boys would get used
to a girl in the profession just as her
classmates had done. But she walked
among them threatened to be over-
come with inner disturbance. It had
seemed such a trivial thing at home—
the bit of information about this job
she had withheld from her father.
. Trivial, across the continent and as
something, to be faced in the future.
It did not seem trivial now. It loomed,
even though her father had assured
ber John Stark was the right sort.
Her guide tapped at the door which
bore the sign in important letters:
John Stark. Chief Engineer.
“Come!” came the command so
sharp and brusque as to make Mary
A large rugged man with gray hair,
ominous gray brows and a bristling
stub of mustache sprang to his feet in
a soldierly fashion and regarded her
with his piercing eyes.
Mary produced his letter and handed
It to him silently. The chief glanced
it through and looked at her with in-
quiry. “What,” his unspoken ques-
tion, “have you to do with this letter
1 wrote to one M. Brown?”
“1,” said Mary unfalteringly, “am
M. Brown. I have reported for work,
according to orders.”
“Work! A girl! A girl-engineer?
A—girl—on this man’s job?” He
laughed at the sheer monstrosity. It
was in the days before girls generally
had discovered that they can do other
things than teach school and pound
“As I told you In my application, I
am a graduate of a technical school.”
“And you thought you’d get yourself
a man’s job by signing merely your
“An engineering Job,” Mary cor-
“Deliberately you deceived me?
What good did you think it could pos-
sibly do you?"
“Just what it did. It got me a job.
I’d tried in vain for one, divulging that
I was a girl. I was just an interesting
anomaly. So I tried this scheme. It
worked. You hired me, you - know,
\ Mr. Stark.”
[ “All right,” he answered crisply.
‘Have it so, if you will. But remem-
Tom—My ancestors were all people
Mary—You must have been disin-
“How’s the dispensary getting along
in Crimson Gulch?
“All right,” answered Cactus Joe.
“We’ve got a pretty good system.
When the boys have spent all their
money in the ‘spence’ the boss puts
the money in the bank. The gang
from Snake Ridge robs the bank.
Then we Gulchers high-jack the
money from the Ridgers and business
starts all over again.”
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Enterprise in the Gulch
“How’s the new dispensary coming
“Pretty well,” answered Cactus Joe,
“but we Gulchers are going to see that
it prospei’s still more. You see, we’ve
got to meet competition by nearby
“Have you any ideas?”
“Yes. My proposition is to build a
Second story, hire an orchestra and
put in a dance hall.”
“I Can Do Anything a Man. Can Do!”
Craig came forward as he credited
what his eyes told him, hand out-
stretched, his face flooded with his
Mary Brown’s head was in a whirl.
Denis Craig—the promotor of this
project? Denis Ci'aig—who (Hank
Johnson’s expi'ession rang in her ears)
who was raking in the dough from
“How interesting,” she managed, “to
discover that this is your real estate
Craig threw back his head and
laughed, ignoring the little edge of
sarcasm on her voice. “I’d have told
you all about it if you would have let
me, you know. But what," eagerly,
“do you think of the project? Isn’t it
all its name claims for it?”
“I’ve seen only a little corner of
The Wrong Location
A man was eagerly fingering the
dials on his radio, when suddenly he
cried out, as a twinge of pain struck
Man—Gad! I believe I’ve got sci-
His Wife—There you go. I don’t
know why you keep bothering with
those foreign stations. You never un-
derstand them when you get them.
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“What is your opinion of money?”
“It’s the big idea of civilization,”
jfeaid Mr. Dustin Stax.
“Is it only an idea?”
“Oh no. Some of its most practical
forms are its humblest expressions.
For instance, a plugged nickel goes
right on buying things, while millions
of dollars may be found to exist only
“But you wifi see more of it?”
“I hope so. Mr. Stark and I were
just discussing that possibility.”
Silently John Stark handed young
Craig the letter. Craig glanced it
through quickly, noticed the non-com-
mittal initial in the heading, and
looked up at Mary. “M. Brown.” He
whistled ; grinned. “So—you’re an
engineer. A girl engineer who, I take
it, concealed her sex in order to land
her job. A stowaway route of sorts to
“Mr. Stark,” Mary said calmly, “had
just suggested that I ask you what you
thought of a girl on the job. I under-
stand that women are not allowed in
“I’ll welcome them with open arms,”
he assured her, “in due course. For
the present, I’ve had to rule them out.
You’ll understand. We can’t be both-
ered with settlers while the project is
nothing but virgin wilderness. We
couldn’t take care of them decently.
I’ve even asked the engineers not to
bring their wives yet. We men can
get along roughing it in camps.
“But—so far as hiring a girl as one
of the engineers, there’s no reason why
Mr. Stark should consult me: He’s
ruler of his own domain.”
Mary’s eyes went from one to the
other of them. “Passing the buck,” she
told herself uncomfortably.
The soldierly John Stark walked to
the end of the room, then whirled sud-
denly to demand: “Young lady, you
told me you needed the money! How
true is that? How much money have
“I have—minus three hundred dol-
lars,” she answered defiantly.
Denis Craig came to her rescue.
“I happened to be present at the un-
fortunate moment when Miss Brown
lost her purse on the way out, Mr.
“It contained all I had,” Mary ex-
plained. “I had to wire for a loan.
That’s why I’m In debt."
John Stark threw out his hands In
desperation. “I can’t turn you out, ol
course. In such straitened circum-
stances. Jobs are scarce. We’ve
plenty of work here. Still—if you
were a man—”
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CHANCE TO WIN
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WHUT PID HE
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Mrs. Brown—Clarence DeBroke has
had dreadful luck at bridge lately.
Mrs. Smith (eager)—You don’t say?
Dear me! I must invite him out be*
fore It changes.
Missed His Pal
The director of a city zoo was on
his vacation when he received the fol-
lowing communication from his assist-
ant : “Everything all right, except
that the chimpanzee seems to be pin-
ing for a companion. What shall wq
do until you return?”
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THIS IS MY HUSBAND-
r T AREN'T YoD/EPfsAR?
He Got It—Bad
Jake—That dollar you gave me yes-
terday was counterfeit. What do you
mCan by that?
Jack—Well, didn’t you say to me
want a dollar and I want it bad?”
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“Do you ever lose your temper la
“Not if I can help it,” answered Sen-
ator Sorghum. “It’s always liable to
weaken your argument if you permit
a righteous indignation to sound likq
a personal grievance.”
Speed Fiend (as he slowed down a
hit)—Gosh! Don’t you feel glad you’re
Timid Passenger—Glad isn’t th®
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