Photoplay (Jan - Jun 1943)

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Just ask for our Westmore Foundation Cream at any toilet goods counter." 50c' AND 25^ JARS WESTMORE FOUNDATION CREAM pilot's face behind the class-enclosed cockpit as he started cutting loose with the forward machine gun. A cone of lead, its progress marked by a flash of tracer bullets, whipped up the dust of the road into little spirals, cross-stitched the top of the truck, ripping it into ribbons and filling the air with splinters of fabric and woodwork. JONES'" eyes followed the plane as it thundered down the road. "Why, the dirty buck-toothed son-of-heaven!" "Probably one of your good friends from Tokyo," remarked Carolyn. As Jones gave her a wry look, Johnny called out, "Look! He's coming back!" The plane, its shadow racing ahead of it on the road like a fantastic bird, was heading directly for the truck. Suddenly, from behind a pile of rock near them, they heard the staccato bark of a heavy machine gun. A split-second later, the fighter plane burst into flames; smoke trailed behind it like a black plume. Jones and the others watched in amazement as the plane dipped into a shallow dive, spinning on its belly and exploding about a hundred yards away from them, lighting up the terrain with its flames. Simultaneously, a group of camouflaged, steel-helmeted men could be seen running toward the wreckage. Jones followed. In the group of guerrillas was Lin Cho. "You boys shoot that down?" Jones asked with a grin. "He did," someone said, pointing to Lin Cho. "You did all right, brother," Jones grinned, handing him a cigar. Suddenly Carolyn rushed up. "Mr. Jones, we've got to go back! The girls just told me Tan Ying has gone home. We've got to get her!" "Well," said Jones. "What's wrong with her going home, if that's what she wants?" "But you don't understand! The Japs may get there. You don't know what that means!" "You left the baby there, didn't you?" "But Tan Ying's a girl — and lovely! Don't you see? We've got to go back!" "Well, if you think I'm going back every time one of your girls is mislaid, you're crazy!" Now Johnny Sparrow spoke up. "Boss, with or without your okay, we're going." Jones whirled. "You're going! Like the devil you are. Give me those keys!" Johnny rushed to the truck and reached the seat just as Jones started in. Johnny Til New trick for old tires gets the smiling okay of Joan Crawford and husband Phil Terry. "Recapping," a preservation process, should be done while tires are still not too worn, will give you more mileage, more bravos from the U. S. spread his palm, pushed it in Jones's fate and sent him sprawling. Jones got up and came after him. Johnny hopped out and landed a wild haymaker on Jones's chin. In a second, Jones was back, wading in and slugging cleverly. A left, a righ\ then a pile-driver punch to the jaw, and Johnny was lying at his feet. Johnny looked up and smiled at Carolyn ruefully. "What did I tell you? Isn't he terrific?"'' he asked, rubbing his chin. Jones looked at him and massaged his knuckles. "I was going anyway," he muttered. "That clip on your chin was for opening your big mouth." As he got into the driver's seat, Carolyn jumped in. "Hey, where do you think you're going'' You stay here with the girls." "No," cried Carolyn. "Tan Ying's my responsibility." Briefly his eyes studied her with unaccustomed warmth. Then he started the motor just as Lin Cho came up to the truck. Handing Jones his machine gun, he said, "You may not need it, but you car-, always shoot wild geese." AT THE farm, Tan Ying had wasted no: i *» a moment getting to work. Balanced I: on her shoulders was a long bamboo stick | from which buckets of water were sus i pended at either end. Chang Teh, her father, sat at the barn, milking the cow. Suddenly the sound of motorcycle-: i brought him to his feet. He watched, wit;, cold numbness, the three young Japanese ' dismount, unsling their machine guns and I come toward him. Chang Teh forced a smile. The three I soldiers smiled in turn. Simultaneously. | with a quick, sustained gesture, one of . the soldiers detached a hand grenadt. [ jerked out the pin with his teeth and I tossed it in a high arc. It entered the I k barn, rolled beneath the cow and ex : ploded with a deafening roar. There was a geyser of debris, smoke and flame and I .': the heavy straw became ignited, spe\vin_ up thick smoke in the morning air. Chang Teh stared in horror at the brut; .'. devastation. Great tears filled his eye-. He looked toward the fliers with a help 1 1 less gesture. Still smiling, one of then squeezed the trigger of his machine gur.. There were two quick bursts and Chang I :: Teh fell in a pool of blood and milk. With mild curiosity, the soldiers noticed I : old Tai Shen standing in the doorway, too I :: stunned to move. Donald Duck was in , her arms. Beside her, petrified with fear. \ was Tan Ying. . . . ■a