bast Thureday.was a hot day— orig of the’hottest of the year. In fact—but t' wasn't hot enough to ‘atiure the ‘enterprise’ of two ‘Wyo. Mingi youngsters. “The two boys, Chuck Geary and ‘Richard Jones, operated : aemain news ‘stand on. South’: Seventh atrgat ‘during the heat ‘of the aft ernoon. They collected a large number of comic books _ which they had fread the usual five times ‘and decided to turn their paper aseate into cash. — —_ _,.As weedsn ‘orange crate placed under a shade tree and a few algng tacked on polea and tress nearby, were all they needed to be dig business. Prices were defi nitely ‘cut-rate, the books ‘were ‘sold at a nickel apiece. Now, they had cost a dime, = “ Business won s low, but then it wie ‘ hot day. One, customer walked up’ and purchased a Dick Tracy thriller. He paid his nickel and’ was sur prised to hear the remark of one of the partners. ““That'a ‘my nickel, Chuck, ‘Dick said. “You ‘got the ‘fast one.” ,, later.In the afternoon, the boys closed a sep and went down to the soda fountain to drink up the profits. After all, it was a hot day.