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JO ELLEN By ALEXANDER BLACK. copyright, hh. ... ___A (Continued From Yesterday.! Or there might be something about ► childhood, whether ths family thought about it or not, that explained tcrrifirally. Jo Ellen, instigated by Myrtle Klerk, had sat in a dase through a lecture on psychoanalysis. It had seemed reasonable enough, ini ths parts she could understand, hut It made her uncomfortable. There was a good deal about dreams and she Vary seldom had a dream. That defi ciency in dreams appeared as a defect, or at least as an abnormality. She preferred to be natural. It was made plain in Hie le< ture that being nat ural was desirable. After that when slie had u dream site made a great effort to remember It, to straighten out tlie thread of it, and this was desperately hard. Her dreams didn't seent to be clear. She concluded that they were not the kind you were ex peeled to have, the kind that could be translated and would explain everything about you. Myrtle Fleck said slip liad wonder 'ful dreams. The boys in them were Very clear, down to the color of their socks. She often thought she was going to be married in one of the dreams. In fact, she often felt as if tills were at the brink of happening. I'.ut it never quite did. Some day she was going to a Freudian doctor to have her dreams read. She supposed she would have to tell them ail, or nearly all. Anyway, it would be tre mendous. . . . Jo Ellen remembered that Marty bad once told her of a dream in which she appeared. It was one day when the two had s picnic on the Point, where the trees are very tall and old and where a lot of them, naked and black, lay dead across the paths, A making it a climbing or crawling wT matter to get around. The funny ■ thing, lie said, was that whereas she and Jo Ellen at the beginning of the dream the seemed to be seeing the dream quite circumstantially in the middle of a sandwirh) with something like a wand, or maybe it was a sword In her hsnd, she suddenly became an other person. "Do you mean another girl?" Jo Ellen had asked him. O no! he hurried to say. It was a woman—very much older—and im pressively majestic. Since nothing in particular had happened in the dream, the listener wondered why he told it Probably he had been reading something. To Marty the vividness of Jo Ellen had been quite enough to make the dream remarkable, al though the transmutation had been stated as its special feature. He had asked Jo Ellen if she believed in dreams. This being before the period of the psychoanalysis lecture, Jo El " 1 1 " "* — New York •-Day by Day-- i / By O. O. M’INTYRK. New York. July 3.—Amid the ■qualor of foreign colonies dotting the east side are thousands who could live In comparative ease and comfort in other communities. Yet they hang together not because of companionship but bec ause of food. The foreign colonies are no differ -i ent from any other poorer section ^ save in the matter of gastronomies. The Americanzatlon begins at Kills 1 Island when relatives equip new ar rivals with clothes that do not dis tinguish them from natives. Hilt when It comes to tickling the palate the foreigner is at sea. He finds, outside the foreign colonies, onions are boiled and so are the pota toes. The menu larks rest. Instead of garlic and red pepper there are untempting sweets. The alien taste rarely changea. If the Immigrant is used to his native strudels, pie is a poor substitute and he rannot reconcile our thin soups to heavy borsch. You find In London and Pails expatriates who mourn only because of the food. Recently there came to a New York hospital an Italian In the throes of / delirium. He was pitifully crying for spaghetti and red wine. For a month he had been working for a truck gardener on Long Island and could not abide the fare there. At a hos pital he was given what he craved and recovered. The foreigner, ton. is «ged to a light breakfast—a porridge or a hit of toast. Luncheon is a heavy meat and here the process ts reversed. Break fast is a food jamboree and luncheon is a lid bit. The most, impressive thing about a foreign colony are the i afes. Tenement homes eonform to Amer ican rustoms. Children play Ameri can games. Young girls hob their hair and youths wear the flashy output of the on» flight ups. But In cafes nothing Is changed. One enters them lo find himself hack again In the old world so far as food goes. b The term "aap” ts used to he ap S* plied to the country aimpleton. It f denoted a heavy ael of adennlda. an expression of vacuity and a mentality that would not propel |ta owner out of a ahower. Rut It would seem the big ettv haa gobbled the apot. The "aap” la more of a New York product than of the croaa-roada. Here the term la applied to the fellow with a ready check book and a weakness for gold diggers. The "sap" la the reason for the covert charge. Alrnoat every week hla endearing "ootaie tootsie” letters are being read to 12 perfect atrangera. But after all, the New York "aap" can fool us country boys. Not so long ago—and I’ve lived In New York before the Wool worth building waa begun—a auave gentleman called on me to lntereat me In a get-rlch qulck scheme. I was to pay him f5 a week from then on or something like that. And live In old age plenty. I paid for many weeks before the awaken ing. The other day I read where he bad toaacd a pearl neckline over the footlights In a bunch of roaea to a ahow girl. Then he went Into hank ruptcy. The ahow girl waa married to a chorus man. Anti perfectly happy. New York’s biggest department store on fifth avenue la shortly to open. It la a marvel of up-to-date ef ficiency. The elevators open auto mat Icall y. Purchases are delivered anywhere within Munlintlan williln a half hour and the head floorwalker aald he did not care whether Mrs. Aatorbllt ever came Into Hie establish inent or not. They want quir k sates and rash sales The slote nccuplea an entire block and I he shoe depart inenl occupies iwo floors. Rich pen pie In New York do moat of their . buying to Paris especially millinery I* and dresses. This store la to profit, a from the great middle class which will take a certain pride In telling neigh kora of buying on "the avenue.” kCecyrscht. list.) len hail merely been amused and per haps slightly contemptuous. When she had asked, pointedly, whut he meant, he had answered, unsatisfac torily. that he was Just thinking. He knew that there was such a thing as believing in dreams. As usual, .lo Kl len was disconcerting. To have t'onev Island as something that impended was not what It might have been if there was no interven ing secret. That intervening secret affected everything. It had assumed a bulky inconvenience since Its be ginning. The more she thought of the affair of the boat, the harder she found thinking of the secret as Inno cent. The whole thing had become harder to thtnk about comfortably. It was harder to imagine not know Ing anything more about Stan Hamer, lie had escaped. That was that. It would l»e better not to know any thing more about him. You could figure it out quite plainly that when von couldn't go on with a thing, couldn’t go on knowing more. It was better to have it stop short, to hnve It blotted out by darkness. . . . His figure just evaporated into the world that wus not in wood, if you had boon foolish, that was a good way to have the foolishness come to any end. it was a pity, a little more of a pity than at tlrst, that there had to be Emma Traub. No use telling Etnma Traub about the boat. Not telling her seemed to make the case more complicated, but having her know' threatened, unquestionably, to Increase the awkwardness of the secret. Tf (here was something really reprehensible about the boat part of It, no use forcing a guilty knowledge on Emma. Yet she had a curious Interest in meeting Emma. XIV. The day of the Coney Island trip, nit hough It promised adroitly in the early hours, had several paroxysme of rain with Intervale of a. nervous brightness. Marty was very enter prising in working out plans he had made. These plans were modified somewhat by the showery Incidents snd by the stale of the streets and shore spaces while these were steam lug toward dryness. Me carried Jo Ellen s bathing suit, rolled tightly In its rubber cover, and knew precisely when they were to go in, and where. He had a theory about Steeplechase, because he knew she had been there on a birthday jvith Uncle Ben and had laughed much. On the whole. Steeplechase was not so successful an adventure as he had expected. It ippeared that she had laughed chiefly it Uncle Ben, who had committed ex iiaordinary deeds. You wight think to hear Jo Ellen that Uncle Ben had L'oney Island In an uproar. Where Unde Ben had been amusing Marty was gallantly solicitous. He took care that Jo Ellen should escape the trick Maces where gusts of air blew your ikirts up. He was somewhat aston ished that she should wish to try tlje tildes that tumble you about, and ad mired intensely her cleverness in not tteihg tumbled shamelessly like some of the other girls. Jo Ellen had no misgivings about dignity. She was fickle as to anything she had seen or tried on earlier visits, whereas Martv liked to do things because he had lone them before. They were fully agreed upon two restures of the day: the surf and Ihe lancing. Jo Ellen threw herself lnlo the sea with a reckless hjlsrity, swim mlng and plunging so vqfftrously that Martv whs kept at the limit of his speed. Once when her cap came off. showing the flash of Iter hair, a squealing voice piped, "(lee! the tcean's on fire!" Marty scowled angri ly. Fortunately the voice was not 0 be identified. On the sand In Ihe sun he built a hit ock against which Jo Ellen was to rest ter back while her hair dried. As :hey sat half buried, he exclaimed ’xullantly that it would be fine to be where you had miles and miles of sand and where no mob kept you from seeing the blue rim, on snd on. He didn't esy anything shout hold ng her hand in such a picture, but he wish for this, or for some equlva ent adjustment, was In his voice. The beef dance was In the big pn .llion. where you could trot around 1 circle that expanded like an equa or and where the band had almost he symphonic splendid Jo Ellen liked o Imagine. Marty was a better darn tr than Jo Ellen had believed. He was prolific In new steps, which he otroduced casually. When Jo Ellen 'ollowed them all he remarked with fervor that their way of dancing to sether was simply perfect, as If they were cabaret partners nr something. They had agreed upon a shore din per at Calingo’s anil Jo Ellen found opportunity to notlre Marty's older manner, particularly In the matter if the waiter, who was fat snd red, with a bristling black mustache. Marty was peremptory with the wait sr, but the waiter was not to be iffei led by any sort of manner, lie save the impression of being deeply houghtful about something else, and Marty had to repeat everything a second time. All that Marly con rived to say appeared to |,e of no Im portance whatever. The waiter spoke out s. single word. " Ain’t It a Grand and Glorious Feeling By Briggs whew you ve ge*N rcadimg ABoot a TrpRiBLe KidnappieJiS CASE / AMD IT OCCUR5 To You all or a .SUJDDCru You HAUCWT MCA R 0 JUNIOR'S voice roa quit* a uui-uli? - At'<D_YoU ARMSt* IKJ ALARM and Tr<tm0L!nj<sly Call HI.S MAmL - *. NO, MU-SUJISP - *lOI> VcJO RUSH FROM Tmu 1 Room C(*vllikjg, ltou.d<?r.» ! ♦ MO.iTlUL NO Ai0 6uoeR. — l ASJt> YOU STAND AT THf DOOR 1-Ain.LY 5HRICKIW6 Ml4 WAMe f aiud You arc just heciwMirvic, To CoiusiJDea a t AiMTiiuC SPCLL t — tun Sro • I • \'< * UP iivj Tner ct-taA*V Twee., nr. HAS Ber.M f-oRBipxjc^ Yoo MPw M15 liTree vjotce oh * m * n Boy • * «iN T it a GR R-R-RftRO AimD c«GOR R R-Rioua Feeuio’? ■HMj -l.WVf.4 ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield Jt‘» \b*olutel.v fr--^ —-___ • ^ ' ' ,»■ A i "Reer?" he asked absently. "No," answered Marty. When the waiter turned coldly away Jo Ellen concluded that if they didn't want beer they were beneath consid eratlon and that nothing further could be expected. Some time later they saw the owner of the black bristle* standing with his hands un der his apron, his face more acutely r>'d, as If In fury, or shame, or In the distress nf some secret illness, staring into the alley traffic. Never thelesa. the shore dinner came at the moment when hope of it had been abandoned, and it was memorably good. .Jo Kllen, having no cares, ate Enthusiastically. "I wouldn't give such a person a Up,’’ she said as the end of ttie dinner drew near. But at about this time the waiter begun to seem less withdrawn, as if he had mastered the family grief or whatever it was that gnawed behind his frayed shirt front. He even be frayed a fear that some little detail of the feast, like the position of the sugar in relation to the dessert spoons, might fail of an utter nicety, a perfection exquisitely complete. Jo Kllen concluded that Marty, ai the lust, felt sorry for him, and Marty wished Jo Kllen wouldn't watch him while he paid the bill. It would have been better It a man-toman matter could lmve been conducted without an audience. When the waiter, by a dipping motion, juggler style, had gathered the tip In the one hand that lifted the chance tray, his fa rile'' aloofness returned. So diil Marty's cheerfulness. They went forth into the outer turmoil with buoyant steps. The air reeked with fragment* of jai.t.. XV. They had not talked much *t the beach. Jo Kllen's responsiveness toward every pointed spectacle, her birdlike alertness for each shifting phase of the Irene, every barkers bark, every fragment of tune, her comfort shle curiosity thst could se* stir without being stirred beyond a happy participation, were baffling to Marty's conversational Impulses. Yet his sense of well being needed to be spoken. The feeling of approarh to the status of a successful-mala creature expanded him, and Jo Kllen caught the signs of a voluble period, (To Hr < on H nurd Tomorrow.) 1 He, INLODO EAT, DRINK AND BE MERRY. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hes» . RuDVS I Giv/>nG APARW To f\LL # NORTHVlLLE To CELEBRATE US VICTORS -4 The GvW ‘ IS the UfVr when Rudv TPKES the RUBBER OFT mSROLL HE'S SPRFMMUG MONEV Like BURNT PAMPER IN THE WIND RED HOTS I A.ND NOXKGE ( TOR *LL f VOD fcfcCK (\GWN 1 N f vmwft do you tmink 'fou’Qr \ ON - ft MCRRV-GO-ROONO? IF l WftSN'T 60 HftPP'tf— IF HV HCftRT DIDN'T GO OUT DEAR FRIENDS-YOU'RE MY GUESTS —EAT REO HOTS AND DRINK N01AEE -THEY'LL MAKE YOU BARkANDUUNP- AND DANCE TO UNCLE PHIL’S MUSIC - ALL FREE AS POLITICAL ORATORY - IF THERE'S ONE MOUTHFUL OF FOOOOR A j DROP OF WATER LEFT OR A SQUEAK LEFT IN JTHE FIDDLE WHE TW PARTY'S OVER I WONT THINK YOU WAD A GOOD TIME ^ l » Barney Google and Spark Plug A “RARE CHANCE,” BUT BARNEY MAKES IT. 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