Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

Every Tuesday hand. "Why should I do business with M«e Levine ?" "Veil, it's ail in the family, ain't it?" "Just what do ye mane by that?" "I'll tell you, Pat. I don't believe in long- engagement!'. Now when Moe Levine and Rosie get married " '.'Just a nn'nute," intenupted O'Grady wiathfully. " Rosie will never marry Moe Levine. 'Tis plain to be seen that she's crazy about Teiry Calahan, and I'm tellin' you " "Oo, oi, oil" broke in Kaplan with scorn. "You're getting old, O'Grady— you're getting old. D'you think I'm going to let my Rosie marry a common box-tighter ?" O'Grady rose to his feet; Kaplan followed suit. Rosie, who was quite iiccustomed to these bickerings, said quietly: " Well, go ahead—don't mind me!" "But Terry will be a champion some day," cried O'Grady. " And I'll be a nervous wreck some ^tf/ if- you two keep this up!" retorted Rosie. "You see, you see?" exclaimed Kap- lan. "Can't you think of my Rosie's feelings? You think I'm goin' to have ■my grandchildren named Calahan,^ with cauliflower ■ eai¥, maybe ? You're crazy !" High words followed, during which R«sio finished her breakfast and rose to her feet. It looked—but only looked— as though her adopted parents were about to rend one another limb from limb; "Now stop your fighting! she cried, s-fippiiig between them. "I let you pick my clothes, my food, and every- thing else, but when it comes to get ling married, I'll do my own pickuig. Dill you hear that?" , , ^-r- j " He started it!' growled O Grady. •'I "hall bo late for work if I stop to argue with you," she said. " Good- ■^She kissed Hicm in turn and flitted away. The row was at an end. •'Say Pat," wheedled Kaplan. lets you and 1 play a game at draiight shall we?" ^,^ , "No," 'aid 0 Grady sternly. - "I'm responsible for the peace and safety of this entire neighbourhood, and I've no time to play draughts, or pussinrtlie- corner, cither." And he ranmiod his cap on his head and departed through the shop. "And better I'll play it without you'." cried Kaplan after him. "I'll have more coinpetition playing against m.vsolf :" O'Grady strode majestic- ally across the street—and siiiniblod over the foot of a man who was standing beside a fruit-barrow I ho opposite kerb. He recovered his balance, wandered rounj the barrow and selected an apple. " S m a 1 1. ain't t It c y ?" he rr- ninrkctl. " H n v.- much for this one '!" " Five cents," re- plied the keeper of the barrow. " Well, a good apple is worth flvo 'cents, ' decJared O'Grady, arid lio ■went off eatiiig it. BOY'S CINEMA The pawnbroking trade didn't seem to flourish that morning, and Benjamin Kaplan placed a draught-board on the counter and played against himself. White was winning heavily, when a particuhirly ugly young Jew, long- haired, clean shaven, thick-lipped, wear- ing a white felt hat and a striped suit, walked into the shop and leaned against the counter. He was JNIosos Levine, the suitor to Rosio's hand, approved by Kaplan and scorned by O'Grady, and he looked troubled. " Hallo, :Moe!" said Kaplan, looking up from the draught-board. "Why, what's happened?" "Never mind what's happened!" was the reply. "I want you to do some- thing for me." "All you got to do is to ask," de- clared Kaplan. " For my future son-in- law nothing is too good—except that I'm short of cash." "Casli*" scorned ^foe. "I don't want it—I want to buy a gun." "A gun?" echoed the pawnbroker in astonishment, and became aware of the fact that one of Moo's eyes was dis- tinctly blackened. " For what '!" "To show Terry Calahan I'm just as good as he is!" cried Moe savagely. " For that you need a gun ? Shame on vou ! When did you get that black eye?" "Half an hour ago, whoii I saw Terry Calahan. What chance have I got with my fists against a fellow whose business is prize-fighting?" " Uso what all people was born with —brains!" "Ho said next time he ran into mc he W'ould knock my head ofi^—what good would my brains be then?" "I picked you out for Rosie, didn't I?" stormed the pawnbroker. "You run right over and tell that rough Terry Calahan he can't intim—ho can't infim —he can't get my goat. But first go inside and fix up your eye. You'll find some beefsteak in the ice-box, but re- fucniber. don't take too much—we've got to have supper toniglit!" 17 Found Out. SERGEANT O'GRADY, in the course of his official travels, had to pass the Hudson Gymnasium. That afternoon he stepped inside the building, gazed thouglitfidly at a num- ber of young men who were taking exercise on parallel bars; the vaulting horses, the high bar, and so forth, and moved on into another room wheie a tall, powerfully-built but not exactly handsome young man was dealing very effectively with a punch-ball. The young man was Terry Calahan, the suitor for Rosie's hand carefully selected by Patrick O'Grady—mainly because he was of Irish descent. " What have yo got against that piuichin' bag?" demanded O'Grady, after watching for a while the fierce blows administered. "Ini pretendin' it's Moe Levinc's face." responded the boxer grimly "Terry," said O'Grady reproachfully, "how manv times must I tell you not to hurt Moe?" " Bah !" "Well, you can beat him up. ci:ce in a while, but don't hurt him. Arc you goin' to see Rosie to-night ?" Terry nodded. Ho was going to pick her up at the office, he said, and take her home. "Well," confided O'Grady, "you can tell her I've got the house all picked out." ■'Gee, -that's great!" cried the boxer delightedly. Now Rosie worked in an office in East Twenty-Third Street, and at six o'clock, when she was due to emerge from the building, Terry drove up opposite the doorway in his little two- seater. But he was annoyed to find that Moe Levine's second-hand and very shabby car was standing beside the kerb, just ahead of his, and that Moe himself was lurking in the doorway. Ho strode over to him. "What ate \ou doing luie' he dc mandod sa\age)\ ■ September 6th, 1930.