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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1937-10-14, Page 6THE WINGHAM ADVANCE-TIMES Thursday, October 14, 1937 Humming out of the east, the little black plane sped straight for the landing field. Natalie Wade watched it idly. She had nothing else to do. The plane had held her gaze most ly because of the directness of its flight. Other bees from the busy hive of San Carlos Airport circled or loop ed or dived as though in sheer aban don at having found their wings, but this black ship droned straight for the searchlight towers and the sag ging windsock as though all life must perish -if it did not reach the field within the instant. Then suddenly someone yelled in the field office. ’Grease monkeys came heads up at the cry. Then rac ing feet pounded on the concrete where the girl stood and shirt-sleeved men rushed past her to the open field. Crossing the light breeze, the ship -skimmed low, its motor roaring more and more loudly as it neared. Then, at the last possible moment, it seem ed, the roar died. The ship sat down on the far tarmac but taxied straight on. as though it would crash the high barrier before the hangars. Moved by the rushing feet about her,, the girl slipped through the bar rier gate. A. burst of hoarse cheering drew her on. Field men were mob bing the flier now as he flipped out of the open cockpit and Clambered to the -ground. “Atta boy, Monty,” someone yell ed behind her. “Yeah,” came an answering shout. “An hour and a half off the East- West fgcord, What do you know about that?” 'X ^Then the girls* voices, added their shrill note to the clamor. A bevy of gay creatures from the motor park heyond bore down upon the knot of men about the record,-breaking Mon-, ty—whoever he might be—and car ried Natalie along with it. He stood there grinning, grimy but happy, beside the small plane. He had jerked off the helmet he wore and the mark of it crossed his fore head beneath a mop of touseled brown hair. Natalie recognized him now, al though she had never seen him be fore. This was Mont Wallace whose cross-country- flights were already famous. She had seen his picture in a score of papers. She knew now what the excite ment was all about. Mont Wallace had finished another of his great flights. He had broken the coast-to- coast record flying from east to west. An hour and a half, the excited sliout- er had declared. And now he was reaping the re ward of glory, the girl thought, and she laughed, for the bevy of sweet young things had flung itself upon him, and caught at his hands and arms and now they were taking turns kissing him. Natalie chuckled as she stood there ANOTHER DUPONT MARRIED QUIETLY The wedding of Waltet* F. Wickes Jr., and Aimee DuFoflf, was announc ed recently by the bride’s parents, Mr, and Mrs, Eugene DuPont of Wil* mington, Dql, Wickes is the son 6f watching, Just life fool women to spoil a good-looking boy like this by too much adulation. But the crowd was moving toward her. Girls and men both moved down upon her and those behind blocked her retreat so that they suddenly stood face to face, Natalie smiled up into his laughing eyes in their mask of oil and grime. She tried to step aside, but his hand, still holding the helmet, reached out to stop her. “Come on," he laughed, “don’t be bashful. A few more kisses and my face will be clean,” Without ado, he bent to kiss her squarely on the lips and then swept her along beside him to the apparent chagrin of the shrieking admirers, At the hangar office, Natalie would have drawn away but the hero thrust her through the screen door. Screams and shrieks rose from the other girls when they were stopped at the ent rance with the mechanics and a queue of loitering boys. Inside, Monty lifted the girl quick ly to one of the desk's. “Now stay put there,” he laughed down at her. “I’ll give you that in terview in a few minutes. Got to clean up first and sign the papers.” “You aren’t really one of those writing women? Natalie “stayed put.” There wasn’t anything else to do and, after all, what did it matter? The brown-haired Monty had dis appeared into the wash room. Pres ently she could hear him sloshing water over himself with much puffing and splashing. A gray-haired man who seemed to be the port manager was yelling questions at him and writing in a big book. Monty bellow ed back the details of his flight. His wrist watch was handed out to be compared with the office clock and the watches of the other men. When, presently, he came back in- Dr. and Mrs. Walter F. Cies of ErooklandviHo, Md. Thesurprise cer emony took place at Baltimore, Md, Mrs, Wickes is a sister of Mrs. Franklin D, Roosevelt, Jr, to the office, his face was clean and the touseled brown hair had been ruthlessly plastered back from his forehead. Natalie saw now that his chin was cleft in a somewhat fascin ating way. “Your’e with the paper, you said,” he offered with a chuckle and a little wink. “We’ll go down > to the office arjd you can do your story there.” Natalie made no response but his grin was so infectious that she smil ed. This man worked fast, she thought. He was just as swift with adoring femininity as he was in breaking records. He was at the telephone now or dering a taxicab. Offers of other cars he spurned lightly. There would be a fast ride into town, the girl knew, and she thought she could guess what came afterward. She must match wits with him and a daring plan came to her as she swung her heels from the desk where she sat. •• Her father had been a newspaper man. She knew the machinery of news-getting. She would make him play out his hand. And so when the cab arrived, she named the office of one of the local “Now is that nice?” Monty grin ned. “I wanted to take you to din ner.” “I thought so,” Natalie grinned impishly. “You aren’t really one of those writing women?” “I wasn’t,” the girl laughed. “I was out of a job. I didn’t know just where dinner was coming from. But with a story like this in my pocket, I have an idea that I’ve got a job as well.” “What if I run out on you?” “Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t do that. You’re a hero, you know. And heroes never act like that even in real life.” And so it was that, when the taxi cab pulled up at the newspaper office, Natalie Wade led her youthful cap tive straight to the editorial room, pounced upon an unused typwriter and began pounding out the story of the flight as she thought her father would have done. “Boy,” she called presently. The loitering office-boy moved reluctant ly toward her. When he stood at Natalie’s side, she spoke to him quickly. “I’m new here,” she said. “Tell the city editor I want a job and that I’m writing Mont Wallace’s . exclusive story of a new record flight.” The boy looked at her with a fishy eye and then ambled off to the desks where two or three men worked ap parently at getting out the sporting extra. One of these With worn suspenders and with his green eye-shade drawn down so that it formed an almost per fect m.ask, looked up in satrtled fash ion. He reached for a piece of paper, Stared at it, and then came over to the girl’s side. “What’s all this about?” he de manded. “I’m looking for a job ” she jerk ed out between bursts of typewriter pounding. “This is Mont Wallace who just broke the East-West flight record. I’m writing the story and he’s going to sign if if I do a good job. Does that rate a try-out from you?” The small man peered up at Wal lace. Then he thrust out his hand. “I got a flash on the yarn from the airport.” he said. “My men were late at the spot and they told me •some one else had grabbed you. If you’ll give the young lady your story, she goes on the pay-roll right away. I can’t promise how long she’ll stay there, but she’ll get a trial.” Wallace grinped- ■> “About how long,” he questioned, “would that trial last?” But the girl spoke up quickly- “It doesn’t matter about, that,” she said. “If I can’t hit the ball I’ll know it quickly enough and so will they. My name’s Natalie Wade. Put it on the payroll and let me draw enough when the story is done to take the big boy here out to dinner.” “I’m Mack Hanlon,” the city edi tor said, glancing wisely at the .flier, “The dinner goes on offipe expense account if you keep on the way you’re going. Slap her out fast, We go down in twenty minutes.” Sitting across frpm Mont Wallace over the very excellent dinner that was to be charged to the San .Carlos Express, Natalie laughed merrily.A“This,” she explained, “is what I call getting the breaks. No job, no money, no placebo go. I wander out to the airport because it is a long walk and I like to watch the planes. Then you buzz in, kiss me sweetly, and carry me off. I use you to mus cle into a job and a good dinner with the hero of the hour, Isn’t life a joke?” “All perfectly sensible,” Monty as sured, her, “You are young. You are beautiful. And you have a head on your shoulders. That’s all any girl needs in this world.” * “The evening will soon be com plete,” bantered Natalie, “You don’t by any chance happen to have fallen’ in love with me? That’s about ’ all that could possibly occur to add to the occasion,” “Well,” the youth laughed, “you can add that up, too, I guess. Some thing happened to mfe when I • saw you stand there at the field. That’s why I kissed you. And if it isn’t love it’s sure a perfect counterfeit. You might as well give it the benefit of the doubt.” -• . “That,” she chuckled, “is’what I consider the response of a gentleman. I wouldn’t call it an impassioned de claration but it certainly fills the bill. I am very greatly obliged to you.” “Neved kid an aviator, Natalie Wade,” Monty laughed. “Give me a few drinks and I’ll make it just as impassioned as you like. What say we go somewhere to dance after din ner?” “That would be very nice," Natalie accepted. “But please omit the drinks. I am quite satisfied and I don’t know you well enough yet to try hopping up our acquaintance with cocktails.” 8 “All right,” he agreed with evident reluctance. “Just as you say. But you have no idea how a few drinks ripen the affections.” When dinner was over he became host. He insisted on hiring a car and they drove first along the beach road. At length they found ah attractive spot where an abandoned lighthouse had been turned into a sort of road side inn and there they sat for a long time looking out toward the Pacific. It was not until the girl found that they were sitting side by side with out speech that she realized some thing unusual had happened to her. This was no ordinary evening, no commonplace flirtation. There was something about their sudden ac quaintance that turned night glorious and that made the first strains of the small stringed orchestra send them into each other’s arms without real izing it. They had risen when 'the music sounded and stood upon the tiled ter race. It was only a step from the shadow that clothed them to the moonlit outdoor dance floor. But for long moments they did not take that step. (Continued Next Week) PUBLIC SCHOOL SEPTEMBER REPORT In accordance with the recommen dations of the new courses of study, the report of classes from Jr. I to Sr. Ill has been changed in form. Nam es will be placed in three groups, hon our (75% and over), jfass0 (60% to 75%), fail (below 60%). In each of these groups, alphabetical order will be followed in arranging the names. The Jr. and Sr. IV reports will be unchanged. The form of report sent to the homes for Jr. I to Sr. Ill classes has .been revised and made more com- plete than the form used in the past Missed examinations. Senior Fourth Total 400, Honors 300, Pass 240. Eileen Dark. 3SL Grace Kingston 313, Isobel .kliller 301, Betty Groves 200, Ellen Bailey 206, Grace Hutche son 206, Jack Hopper 280, Eva Led- iett 286, Louise Thompson 285, Clar ence Ohm 284, George Lloyd 281, Georgina Evans 274, Joseph Falconer 270, Jack Rich 252, Isabella Ross 247, Laura Collar 242, Lois Bateson 236, Harry Howard 232, Jack Carter 226, Junior Nivins 216, Eric Schatte 216, Alan Williams 216, William Forsyth Business and Professional Directory 213, Carl Casemore 210, James Cam eron 205, Kenneth Crawford 200, Jack Gorbutt 198. G. Kidd, Principal. Junior Fourth Total 350, Honors 262, Pass 210. D. Hastie, 281, W. Galbraith 278, R. Harris 275, C. Armstrong 265, F. Brophy 262, W. Heelton 256, M. Mac- Lean 253, M. Fitzpatrick 249, N. Brown 242, L. Mundy 236, K. Allen 231, I. MacLean 228, R. Chittick 227, M. Falconer 225, A. Seli 225, R. Dark 224, J. Ludwig 216, D. Garlick 210, M. Lepard 207, D. Buchanan 206, G. Parker 205, D. Finlay 199, P. Fitzpat rick 199, D. Fry 197, R. Collar 173, G. Small 170, M. Finlay 156, M. Roe 152, * F. Durnin 146, * L. Brown, * B. Cruickshank... B. H. Reynolds, Teacher. Grade VI Honours — Evelyn Allen, Norman Anderson, Lillian Angus, Donald Campbell, Evelyn Cantelon, Helen Carr, George Copeland, Shirley Ed gar, Muriel Evans, Lauretta Everick, Elizabeth Hare, Dorothy Hamilton, Jack Lewis, Marie Lockridge, Jean McLeod, Harold Seli, Annie Shiell, Fred Tcmpleman, Joyce Walker. Pass — Orwell Allen, Eddie Fitz patrick, Madeline Mellor, Joyce Mit chell, John Moffit, Ilecn Morris, Mar garet Richardson, James Sanderson. Fail — James Stoakley, HarryJBfown, Teacher. Grade V Honors — Margaret Angus, Grace Bailey, Ted Bailey, Raymond Bell, George Breen, Arthur Brown, Milton Brown, Jack Enrest, Billy Field, Hel en Forbes, Marjorie French, Wilfred Gannett, Billie Hilbert, Lena Horne, Donald Lloyd, Jack Mellor, Jean Prentice, Jack Scott, Jean Stewart, Jean Town, Jack Walker, Cecil Ypo. Pass — Hugh Bell, Isabel Brown, Walter Burgess, Eddie Carter, Mary Forsyth, Billie Lee, Jack Montgom ery, Freddie Ohm, Marjorie. Sinna- mon, Percy Vanner. Below Pass — Evelyn Evans. M. J. MacDonald, Teacher. Grade IV Honours •"- Betty Hall, Betty Lew is, Shirley Lloyd, Helen Lockridge, Jack Musgrove, iMary Prentice, Billie Templernan, Freddie Tucker, Jean Willoughby. Pass <—■ Gerald Brophy, Jimmie Colborne, Wanda Cowan, June Ever ick, Betty Finlay, Jack Lockridge, Donald McLeod, Alma Thompson, Dorothy Wells. Fail — -—Jack Lloyd, V. McLaughlin, Teacher. Grade III Honours — John Armitage, Helen Arthur, Jimmie Beninger, Mary Lu Connell, Pauline Cowan, Madaiine Deyell, Joan Edgar, Grant Ernest, Bobby Finlay, Theresa Fitzpatrick, Mary Forbes, Ruth Gannett, Helen Hall, Iona Henderson, Donna Lock- ridge, Tommy Lockridge, Alan Mc Kay, Robert Morris, Rose Marie Ohm, Lattrihe Prentice, Barbara Ross, Betty Sanderson, Donald Schatte, Helen Sturdy, Edna Temple man, George Town, Mary Vanner, Dawna Walker, Patricia,Wild. Pass — Howard Breen, Wilma Dark, Florence Harris, Betty Mae Hutcheson, .Ross Lee. Johnston, Charlie B. First Joynt, Teacher. Book ’ Honours — Marjorie Anderson, Ruth Burgman, Violet Bowman, Tre- sina Bondi, Jimmy Hall, Gwen Mac- Lean, Bobby Mundy, Wilfre^l Seli, Gloria Swanson, Buddy Wild, Leslie May Wall, Gerald Williams. 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