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Cup.' After which they took in the
stage play at Bandy's; winding up at
the inevitable square dance held in
the big parlor of the Deed's ranch
At thought of the ' Cup', old Al
gave a grunt of mingled pleasure and
contentment. Ummm ... Baked Ham!
He could almost smell it now, he was
that hungry. It had long been his
favorite, as only Sam, proprietor of
the ' Cup' could prepare it. And Martha's
As Al approached the end of the
alley, he suddenly became aware that
he was not alone. In fact, he had the
information pressed upon him in the
form of a cold gun muzzle held gently,
but none the less firmly, on the
back of his neck.
" O. K., Pop. Now you know. Get in
your jaloppy, sit steady, do as you're
told, and nothin's gonna happen to
The voice was steady, cool, commanding.
" One wrong move, and Molly here'll
start barking. And when she barks,
she bites! Turn left!"
Ordinarily at this point, Al would
have turned to the right, toward home
and Martha. But he swung onto the
street, and drew up at the boulevard
stop. Stealing a glance in the rear
view mirror, he could make out the
forms of three men in the back seat.
" Turn down the main drag, Pop,"
the same voice again, the man seated
directly behind AI, " This buggy is
well known, and I want it seen,- plenty."
The curtain was down over the door
on his side of the car, and Al meekly
nodded to all who waved. It irked him
to see them going about their business
so apparently unconcerned. But then,
how could they possibly know that
anything was wrong? How could he...
His thoughts were diverted then;
his attention drawn to the men in the
rear. They seemed to be arguing,
motioning, and mumbling indistinctly.
Al was rapidly becoming really
worried. What was this all about?
Where did he come in? Was he to be
involved in a hold up? A gang fight?
Perhaps he was being taken for a
In the middle of the next block, the
: nan who was apparently the leader,
" Pop, when you get to the ' Second
Cup', if there's a green sedan parked
there, you drive us in and park as
near it as possible. And out of the
light, too, if you can. If the sedan's
.1Ot there, just drive on past."
Upon drawing close to the ' Cup', Al
anxiously looked for a green sedan.
Yes, there it was. The men in back
had spotted it too, for as though its
presence was a signal, they started
L commotion and Al heard the clatter
of metal on metal.
He drew to a stop directly abreast
the green sedan.
" Say, this is perfect, Pop. You're
an ace in the hole." The speaker was
" Now you go on in, and if you know
what's good for you, no slip- ups.
You're the camouflage. Understand,
As Al shakily slid to a stool at the
counter, he noticed two men who
seemed to be dividing their attention
between watching him, and out front.
The two men, obviously too nervous
to eat, laid a bill on the counter, and
hurried out. Though he hardly dared,
Al was overcome with an urge to
A shot split the night! Al whirled to
look through the big plate glass window.
The doors of his car were open,
as were those of the ajoining green
sedan. Two men were standing, one
on each side of the sedan, with drawn
gUItS in their hands. Another man
was running, but at the edge of the
lighted clearance he stopped to bend
over another man on the ground. The
sedan moved up then, and the limp
form was helped in. Al recognized
him as one of the men who was in the
' Cup.' Doors slammed, and the green
sedan sped into the night.
Bedlam reigned in old AI's wake.
Some unexplainable desire overcame
him, perhaps something of the dramatic.
He raved, ranted, shouted, and
in every manner conceivable registered
displeasure. He swore he'd been
threatened, abused, held- up, knocked
down, and assulted no end by the
men just departed. He phoned the
Sheriff, yelling loud and long, enlarging
on his story as he warmed up.
Quickly a crowd gathered, and only
when he was nearly exhausted, and
practically hoarse, did Al go home.
Martha met him at the door, and
immediately launched into scolding
him in no uncertain terms. Why, this
was Saturday night, and .
Al broke in with, " You're mad?
THE BLUE BONNET
How do you suppose I feel?" Then
Al retold his tale, beautifully glossed
by now. The telephone ring punctuated
his last sentence. . Reaching out, Al
took the receiver, and as he listened
an awed expression bordering on
sheepishness came over his face. Martha,
standing close by, could plainly
hear. Al gasped a few times, and with
a muffled, " Thanks Sheriff," hung up.
" Well, there it is," he panted. " and
ME a figure in this town. Do you
think I can ever live this down? Can
I ever explain? I'll be as uncomfortable
in this town from now on as a
tramp in a bathtub. Know what the
Sheriff said? The men in the ' Cup'
were public enemies numbers one and
two. Well, I had that much pretty well
figured out. So what? So this is the
last load of hay. Me, taken in lock,
stock, and barrel, hook, line and sinker,
fur, fuzz, and feathers; how was
I to know the men in my car were
G- men?" !!! .....
Great Moments in History!
During the famous engagement between
ships of the Royal and American
Navies, in which John Paul Jones
and his ship were apparently doomed
for the bottom, there was an event
which has escaped history. The fighting
had been terrific. Topmasts were
aflame, both vessels grappled, and
canvas was shredded; the decks were
running red. Upon the British call
for surrender, John Paul Jones bellowed
his staggering reply, " We have not
yet begun to fight!" One sweating
marine in the foretop brushed his perspiring
brow with his tattered sleeve,
punched the wounded marine next to
him, " There's always someone that
doesn't get the word," says he!
---._.. '..-.. N.- o- rfo- lk Seabag. CAVE SEDEM
Beware of the deadly sitting habit,
Or, if you sit, be like a rabbit,
Who keepeth ever on the jump
By springs concealed beneath his rump.
A little ginger ' neath the tail
Will oft for lack of brains avail;
Eschew the dull and slothful Seat,
And move about with willing feet 1
Man was not made to sit a- trance,
And press, and press, and press his
• But rather, with an open mind,
To circulate among his kind.
And so, my son, avoid the snare
Which lurks within a cushioned chair;
To run like hell, it has been found,
Both feet must be upon the ground.
- Theodore F. MacManus.