Pulp Fiction, 1938 · page 28 of 64
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Se} INTRIGUING STORIES, SPICED WITH PRETTY GIRLS! 29 Unselfish. Utterly unselfish. She’ll fit in fine in this family. When we’re married. Boy! just wait till Sis sees her!” He started packing. Suddenly, May Jo burst into the room. ‘“You’re released, fellow! Maisie happened to think of Dolph — you know, Dolph Davenport. And I phoned him and he is free. He can come. Isn’t that swell! So, you can go and see your little typist sweetie.” “She isn’t a typist,’ growled Reggie. “She’s a secretary and a darn good one.” But May Jo was gone. Reggie reached for the phone, hesi- tated, did not ring. “Might as well sur- prise her, she’ll be there this early I know. Just walk in and surprise her.” He did just that. He turned his key softly, walked in and surprised her in bed with one of her gigolos. He stood speechless. Then, “But I say now —this is hardly cricket, Eileen!” The gigolo raised up, pulled his pink pajamas about him. “No,” he said with loose irony, “this is not cricket, kid. That game’s played outside, isn’t it? If you wanta play cricket go on outside!” Eileen sat staring at the little bronze Buddha that Von Wedel had given her. “The old darling! What a fool I’ve been! Oh, what a silly dam fool 1 HAVE BEEN?’ Ss = "MEN WILL BE MEN!" (Little Creek [Mich.] Record) In her suit for divorce filed in Circuit Court Wednesday morning, Mrs. Slowgoe alleged that her husband acted very queer from the very first day of their bedding, which took place last June. CoMmicbOoks.c©