The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 22, 1947, Page 3

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN ne a en en Chapter 10 laughed, “If you’d ever spent OUG had never known a week | Months when your only water for to last so long or been so glad to see a Saturday arrive. After his high climbing job he had -worked with a power saw and ax, half expecting that as a final clincher Hardin would set him to topping trees. But so far that job hadn’t materialized. The ugliness grew between them. When Doug descended from the spar tree, Hardin had eyed him stonily, his jaw tightening. “Pretty fast worker, aren’t you, Andrews?” Doug knew the words held a double meaning but he refused to take the bait. “It’s my first climb- *ing job in six years Hardin, you’d better inspect it.” They hadn’t spoken the rest of the week. Saturday maps most of the bachelor loggers left for the city to lose their money in skidroad honky-tonks, returning to camp Monday with battlescars and hang-overs. With the remainin fifteen, Doug lounged aroun camp, airing his bedding, touch- ing up the razor sharp edge of his ax and listening to the tales of prowess, physical and amatory; timber feats and accidents, that made up the loggers’ talk in any lumber camp. By midafternoon he began to miss Norway and wandered over to the mess shack. Ollie was up to his elbows in dough, but alone. “Norway?” he asked grinning. “Norway is our squaw man, Doug.” Doug laughed unbelievingly. “You pulling my leg Ollie?” “No, I tell true. He got himself a half-breed. You see her at dance.” “Dance? What dance?” “Every Saturday night big dance down at Olaf’s store. You come, you have good time. Miss Larson be there,” he added slyly. After supper Doug bathed, got into a clean plaid shirt and un- caulked boots. His attempt at such rigorous cleanliness were met with frank astonishment. Catch- ing the eyes of the others over his shoulder as he peered into the bunkhouse’s cracked mirror, he eee IrVGVVVVVVVVVVVVV Te Horse, Seized At 3 A.M. Is Piled - Into Patrol Wagon Three o'clock in the morn- ing is no time for a horse to be wandering around alone, Officer Frank Carabalio de- cided while on duty early to- day and promptly gave chase to the brown-and-white ani- mal sauntering along White street near the high school. After trailing the horse to Catherine street, Caraballo overtook it with a sudden burst of speed and took the night-loving equine into cus- tody. Officer Wilson Jolly prompt- | ly answered a call for the pa- trol wagon. Dobbin was quiet- | ly loaded aboard and taken to police headquarters where he_ , was peacefully tethered this | morning. * & te 4 Oe Mr he ty Me (>. hem he the th thr. hr hh 327 ‘Teaching Certificates Issued In State TALLAHASSEE, Aug. 21 (ENS) | —The State Department of Edu- | cation issued 327 teaching certi- | ficates during July according to figures released this week by | State School Superintendent Col- | in English. English said that the school department issued 8 post gradu- ate, 221 graduate, 5 undergradu- ate, 48 provisional, and 45 temp- | orary certificates. Certificates were 2 residents of Key West. are: Graduate certificates: Mrs. Re- | na Dosh Caffey, and Mrs. Isabel! Cox Sands. Stellar Performers received by They New Tropics Show ICED TEA WITH MINT... served in stoneware mugs. { The Club Tropics. in inaugurat- ing its new show, brings to Key West three stellar attractions: Juri Blanchard, featured song- stress, a star of last year’s Broad- wavy hit comedy, “Burlesque”; her last engagement at Kitty Davis’ club on Miami Beach was hailed by critics and customers as an outstanding success: Paul Baron, a native sen, who has also done very well afield; he | and Miss Blanchard worked to- gether at Kitty Davis and should continue to give the Club Tropics an experienced and well rounded program; Dola Twill, who is an added attraction at Club Tropics; she brings the original dace interpre- tations which won her acclaim in many New York clubs and thea- ters. All in all, the show shapes up! as attraction that has the finest Get some bathing and washing was a hel- metful per day, you guys would have more respect for a bath,” he explained. Not even to himself did he admit the reason for his efforts to look his best. LAF’S store at Queets Inlet was the town gathering place. He supplied both lumber camps and reaped his reward on pay day. The dance hall was a big barnlike room with a cavernous stone fireplace beneath a stuffed moose head and a rickety upright Piano around which the other amateur musicians congregated. Two fiddles, an accordian, a flute and traps supplied the tunes. By the time Doug and the others came roaring down the old skidroad in a company truck the dance was well under way. The entire store trembled to the pound of feet and the lilting up-and- down rhythm of a schottische. The men and their wives were going through the intricate pat- tern of the dance with a skill that showed long practice. Doug saw Elsa dancing with Ed Frawley. He looked bored and sullen as though she had talked him into coming against his will. Cutting in was funtion so Doug merely watched her slim pretty legs and glowing face as she whirled around the floor, fol- lowing her with his eyes until other couples obscured her. A dig in the ribs reminded him sharply that she was not the only person in the room. Norway stood be- hind him grinning from ear to ear, his gigantic arm around a sloe-eyed half-breed girl who looked up at him worshipfully. “Doug, I vant you should meet my Lily.” She was quite crag 4 grinned, ‘Does Lily ter?” “Yah, but you vouldn’t like her,” Norway said frankly. “She is as big as a barrel and has six children.” : “Afraid that’s more than I can handle.” “Yah, me too. I let you dance with Lily ven I play accordian.” As the evening progressed the musie and dancing grew wilder; the air was acrid with wood and Doug ave a sls- A Treat...To Beat the Heat Pe oe rere ene nanan mene. smoke and voices high-pitched and hilarious. Olaf served beer and soft drinks but from the fre- quency with which the men went outside, Doug knew someone was passing hard liquor around. Ed Frawley was one of those who had gone out an hour before and not returned. Norway finally ex- plained. “They go over to Indian Joe’s. He sells whiskey and runs a crap table. He makes liquor himself,— terrible stuff but cheap.” Doug wondered abaut Frawley though Elsa seemed well taken care of. She was never alone but when the players abandoned the intricacies of the polka and var- suvienne for the slow measures of a waltz he managed to have her as a partner. Both good dancers, they said little as they glided around the room. With a jolt, Doug realized that it was al- most five years since he’d held a pretty girl in his arms yet hold- ing Elsa seemed very natural. When the first tap came on his shoulder he was hardly aware of it. A hand spun him round. “I'm cuttin’ in.” Hardin’s face was red, his voice thick. “There’s no cutting in,” Doug said. “Wait your turn, Hardin.” “This is a waltz.” Doug glanced at Elsa. She shook her head slightly. “I’ll dance with you later, Bill.” Hardin glowered. “I want this waltz, none of these damned svenska polkas!” Doug shoved him away with his shoulder. “You heard Miss Lar- son, Hardin; now get going.” | Pure rage reddened Hardin’s already congested eyes. People were staring at the trio now and Doug was acutely aware of Nor- way sending him @ warning sig- nal..Elsa looked nervous. “Per- haps I'd better Doug... .” He held her back. “No, Elsa, Hardin is drunk.” The word was the final spark —Hardin roared with rage. “Drunk am I? Come outside An- drews, we'll see who’s drunk!” With a sense of inevitability Doug released Elsa and headed for the door. Every hour, every word, every situation since his arrival had been leading up to this one moment. It had to come, 4To be continued) By CHARLOTTE ADAMS . Associated Press Food Editor ao OME over for tea,” in summer, usually means iced tea, though there are those among our British and other Euro- pean cousins who consider the baric custom. tea iced than hot. Make your tea strong—double , sirength, in fact--and make it fresh for icing. Never make it and store it in the refrigerator for hours. No improvements, only deterioration of flavor, results. Let’s think up a good variety ot foods to go with this iced tea party. First come the sandwiches. of those very small loaves of salty rye bread with caraway seeds in it and spread them with cream cheese which has had chives chopped up in | it. Tuna fish or salmon, mixed with mavonnaise and a dash of oe ATTIRE RE EERE ELC ELL JOB PR Modern machinery and efficient methods enable us to offer you superior printing service at fair prices. 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