Boy's Cinema (1930-31)

Every Tuesday BOY'S CINEMA 21 A fearless young fireman invents a fire-fighting machine, but a fiendish enemy does everything to steal the plans and rob the hero of the girl he worships. A grand serial of breathless suspense and thrilling drama. Starring Tim McCoy and Marion Shockley. READ THIS FIRST. W/ii/c en roulc with his comrades to the sctnc of a fire. Boh Darroif, of the San Francisco Drirjadi, saves the life of a hoy who falls in front of one of the monster engines. Later he calls on Janus Madison, hind of a chemical company, to irhom he futs up an idea for a patent fire- extinguisher. .Madison is not interested, anil Boh leaves disappointed, after meeting Dan Mitchell, a shady pro- moter who is befriending Madiion for his own ends. That afternoon Bob rescues June Madison fr«m a fire in her father's office, then learns that the boy he had saved from the wheels of the fire-engine was Meulison's son, Jackie. In gratitude, Madison helps Boh to perfect his invention, the Darrow Fire- Bo mb. But Dan Mitchell is anxious to sett Madison an extinr/uishcr of his own, and to discredit Bob he sends a hireling to "doctor" the fireman's in- vention with a deadly explosive. Madison's faith in the invention re- mains unshaken. He lends Bob his warehouse laboratory and joins him there for an experiment, which is in- terrupted by Mitchell's hirelings. A scuffle for possession of Bob's for- mula results in a fire. Meanwhile, June receives a mysterious warning from Trixie Farrell, a scorned sweetheart of Mitchell's, and reaches the scene with Mitchell in her car as the Brigade arrives. Bob appears with Madison in his arms. June rushes forward with a glad cry of thankfulness to help Bob. But as Boh lays Madison on the side- walk an avalanche of bricks and flaming debris hurtles down to overwhelm both meal Now Read On. EPISODE 6. "THE JAWS OF DEATH." Under the Debris. JUNE MADISON involuntarily sprang back, and to that she probably owed lior life. But she giiined a vivid and horrible impression of the mass of flaming timber and masonry luirtling down on Bob Darrow. Bob flung himself forwarii in a heroic effort to shield the prone form of .June's father with his own body, and a moment later the thundering cataract of stone had completely overwhelmed him, • June screamed, and her sluiek of despair was echoed by a horrified sliout from firemen, police officers and civi- lians. There was an immediate rush to the spot, Battalion Chief Wilson and the stalwarts of Number Five Station being the first on the scene. A hose truck stood by the kerb, and tliis had borne tlio brunt of the fall of masonry, the debris being piled against the vehicle. June was scrambling over the mass of wreckage when Wilson and his subordinates came up, and was tear- iiijr frenziedly at the fragments of stone with her bare hands, regardless of the smouldering pieces of timber that blis- tered her. Wilson caught her a-ljout the waist and dragged her away. "Oh, chief," she sobbed distractedly, "dad and Bob Darrow are buried under there ! You've got to get tlicni clear !" Wilson shouted orders to his men. "Get picks and shovels!" he called. "Dig 'em out before the rest of the building caves in. Quick, boys—there's no time to lose." The firemen sprang to obey his com- mands. In tlic space of a few seconds they were working like Trojans to throw aside the debris, and as it was dragged away a reassuring cry went up, olfer- ing .June a ray of hope. "They're under the hose truck ! They've missed the bulk of it, any- way !" A limp figure was pulled from under the battered vehicle. It was the figure of Madison, and he was borne swiftly to the other side of the street. Before the men carrying him could reach the oj.posite sidewalk, Bob Darrow had been rescued in the same fashion. The two victims of tho collapse were laid down on tho pavement, and pre- sently Bob opened his eves dazedly. He was bruised and burned, but otherwise seemed to have taken no serious hurt. "Mr. Madison!" he faltered, as he struggliitl itito a sitting posture. "Is he all right t" It was Battalion Chief Wilson who answered him. "Yes, Darrow," he assured the young fireman. " He's safe, but lie hasn't come round yet. Lucky for the two of you that yoii were under that fire truck, or you'd both have been crushed to death." "I saw the crash coming," Bob ex- plained, "and managed to drag him beneath the wagon. Then everything went dark. Something hit us, I suppose t" "The back-axle snapped and took tho pair of you across the head," one of his comrades on the Brigade put in. "That's what laid you out. But, say, Madison's comin' round !" Bob turned his head, and saw that October 10th, 1031.