Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

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Every Tuesday get away with anytliing on me. Tell me, did .vou clean your iceta tins morn- ing ♦" ■ a\ie showed him two rows of perfect tcot'h, dazzlingly white. "Back ones, toor" She opened her mouth still wider. ■'Good!" said he, havmg inspected the molars. "i)id you clean yours?" demanded Rosic, who had reached the a^e when btic considered it her duty to look after lier benefactor. '• V\ hy. the very ideal" ho growled. "Certainly I cleaned my teeth!" " Let mo see !" , He blinked at her through his horn- rimmed glasses and groped in lus pocket for a cigar. "You mind your own business, will you?" he said sharply.' "And let me look at thoce ears." She presenlcd her little ears for his inspection. "Okay?" she inquired archly. "They ought to be. Tve been work- ing on them for about fifteen years!" "Tell mj, Doc." said Rosie seriously, "is your headache all gone?" "Yep—all gone. Youre a great little nurse, Rosie. By the way, what was that medicine you gave me last night, any\.ay?" They had reached their van. which was really a glorified caravan. It was standing beside a newly-erected tenr, while Evelyn, the somewhat scraggy brown mare which had drawn it all the way from Clymer to its present resting-place, was nibbling the turf on the other side of the tent. "I don't know," confessed Rosie. "1 lioiind it in the bottom of that old trunk you've been carrying round. According to the label it's callcti Dioko." "Dreko?" exclaimed Doc. wincing and making a wry face. "You gave me Dreko? What arc vou trying to ,(,|o—-poison me?" Rosie climbed up to the tiiil of tlie van, which was hanging horizontally on its chains, and thru>ting a hand fhioiigh the narrow dooway, pro- flucod an ancient and battered doll. "I found this at the bottom of that old trunk, too." she saii " Where did it come from '!" Doc forgot all about the Dreko he had been induced to swallow. " Don't you remem- lier?" he said, sitting on the tail of the van and looking up at her grace- ful figure. "Gosh, that's funny! You mean to sav you don't remember?" "N'o.'; He took the doll from her and regarded it critically. "Rosie," he said soleniulv, "you were holding this cloee to your heart the day I found you." "And you've been holding me close to yours ever since— haven't you, doc?" she whispered. He smiled slowly and handed her bacli the doll. "You put that right back where you found it," ho directed. "Put it right back where you found it! And it's BOY'S CINEMA time for you to practice. Get that violin out!" "I don't want to practise," she pouted. "Get that violin out and start to work!" She vanished into the van, and he threw away the stub of his cigar and produced a new one, which he was light- ing when she reappeared, carrying a violin and a bow. "Fiddle while aroma liurns," he jested, and puffed luxuriously while she played oxeci-ably on the instrument. He listened and puffed for several minutes, suffering anguish. "Ro.sie," he said, waving her to silence, "if you keep that up I'll have \ou on the concert platform—in about a hundred-and-eight years!" She laughed merrily, played a few more notes, then stoppctl to inquire: " Why did you make me learn to play the violin ?" "I didn't," he replied. "I haven't! You don't ' But I couldn't afford a piano!" She looked after him as be slid from the tail of the van and made his way over to the brown mare, to which ho raised his hat gravel}- and said: " Morning, Evelyn—morning ! Did you sleep okay ?" Evelyn left off munching grass to rub her nose against a long, leati f.ice. "That's tine!" declared Doc. "You know, I've 'jot to look out for vou, old lass. Lately you've only been doing twelve miles on a gallon of oats !" Within sight of the van—and of Evelyn—Dr. .Moysius Smith was hold- ing up a bottle and practicing his patter with only a coconut-shy man, who had known him for years, as his aiidietice. "Remember that, my friends. It stimulates the appetite !" "What's the matter?" inquired the coconut-shy m-m. " You seem dead off form to me." "Guess I've lost my punch." admitted Aloysius gloomily. " I can't e\ en liold 'em for five niinutos .inv more!' "Wait till Doc Droop gets .«et up down there ! He'll ?liow "cm how it's done !" "He's come oft my line o' business long ago. and I got no grouch on hin« now," declared Aloysius contidentially, " but that guy is a mystery to me. He never pays for a licence, always gets the money, and never has a cent." "Spends it alt on that kid!" Aloysius Smith nodded. "You know, that's the one decent thing about that drifter," he remarked, almost reverentl,y. "He's been father, mother, and everything eke to that girl." "I'll say he ain't a bad guy," testified the coconut-shy man, and he glancixl with warm sympathy at Doc, who hati shed his coat, and was preparing liis show for opening time, talking the while to Rosie, who had arrayed herself in a gipsy costume of gay colours, and was swinging her shapely legs from the tail of the van. "Tell me more about your folks. Doc." she said eagerly. "It's so interesting." "Well." responded Doc, hanging on the side of the \an a huge card showing the signs of tlio Zodiac, "as you know, lu.v uncle—he's the King of Spain." "Yesterday," protested Rosie. "you told me he was the King of Siam!' "That's another undo," explained Doc glibly. "The big. tall, dark one." "Doc." said Rosie gravely, "why don't you go to Europe and be a prince or something ?" Doc, busy with the ropes of the tent }ie li;id erected, made a face as tliough the idea did not appeal. "Well. I don't know," he observetl. "As I said to my brother Benedictine-— he's a prince, honey, he's a prince—I said: " I,ook here, Ben, there's no sens<- both of us hanging around the palace. One of us h;'« got to go out and get a job.' So we went and talked it over with my cousin. He's a count." "Count what?" inquired Rosio curiously. "Well, I don't know that he can count anything, but he suggested that we flip a coin. I won, but I went," V^Uhout the slightest ceremony. Doc plunged bis hand into a pocket of the white waistcoat and fished out a cheap watch. Octolier lUUi, H'aU