The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 5, 1951, Page 14

ead | #AGE FOURTE ed BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH son Kat West CLLiZEn YE BEEN AROUND !! RANCHO AND... DEAR’ ——~ IM ENGAGED./sN'T 1 WAS BEGNNING IT SIMPLY THE MOST ory. I HEAVENLY, DIVINE RI! ore {WHERE You EYER SAW?! HAVE YOU ef HIMBLE THEATRE—Starring Popeye PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY PIE FILLING = WHILE IM F _ BRINGING UP FATHER “NOW-T WANT: YOLL TO. FAKE'MY COLIN EVAN * ft THINK HLL STAKE HIM TO. THE ZOO. AN’ _PLAGES OF INTEREST LET THE © IN-TOWN - THE ART ANIMALS SEE MUSEUM AND THE IBRARY=- READING! Sis ail me For, glia 2s SES ome! = : GOOD NEWS, PANCHO! Y FINE, CISCO! Now | | We COULD SETTLE DOWN ) AN OLD STUCK- HOOK CONFESSED, THE < WE CAN RAMBLE | | "Here oN A LITTLE IN-THE “MUD! isco! KID! ME BRING MESSAGE! YOU READ HIM, MUCH NOW WE CAN HAVE A Sup) BIG WEDDING ~ RECEPTION Al THE COUNTTeY Ci WORKS ./-LIKE You ALWAYS By Tom Sims and B. Zaboly Youre. FATHER / I THINK WE'D JUST GOT SOCKED \ BETTER WAIT \ MORE TAKES, AND }TitL MORNING HE'S WORRIED OER HIS = BuUSINESS-~4 SHE SAID NOT TO TOUCH THE PCHERRY PIE FILLIN; WELL-I SEE YOU ARE STUDYING THE PLACES OF INTEREST- HAVE YOU DECIDED WHAT YOU C. Satie es SEE MAGGIE-HE WANTS TO GO TO DINTY » MOORES 7 TERRIEIC, HUH? WAND THEG'RE NOT EVEN WARMED UP HET f By Fred Lasswell | >DURN YORE HIDE, SUT !! THAT'S TH’ FOURTH TIME plexity. Ana | folldw a succession of thought car- Chapter 1D EE had come to him suddenly back there under the street lamp when Neal walked up. He knew suddenly why he was restless. That restlessness was! an alarm signal from his subsconcious. Not exactly an alarm signal either. His subcon- scious mind had run into a problem | and was trying to work through to | conscious thought. The pattern was familiar to him. His mind generally worked that way. At least he thought it did. In his early introvertive studies of himself he had learned that facts had a way of sinking into regions of his. mind where conscious thought didn’t reach, There they put themselves together into logi- cal thought. forcing themselves back into consciousness like an oxygen starved swimmer striving | to reach the surface from the *t disciplined thinking. It ional, psychotic. Some- when it was all over and rything became clear he was amazed at its irrational com- cidental factor would ried on by poetic analogy, humor, plain nonsense, until it arrived at a missing link in a train of serious | thinking—the whole entirely sub- conscious, and it would burst in- to consciousness like a voice from some other world. Now, as he walked along in the | dark with Neal Smith beside him, he let his mind play idly on this, feeling that he was getting some- where. He wasn’t arriving at any } conclusions. On the contrary, he felt strongly that there was some conclusion already reached about something, deep in his mind, and if he could only soothe his thoughts, lessen the nervous tension created by the frustration of his subcon- scious in its inability to bring forth that thought, it would come. THURSDAY, APRIL 5, 1951. Earn iia Nseatseiae ey aM RAE EE ORT SE Ce ROG PHILLIPS And suddenly it was there. The television wire recorder. It rose into his mind vividly. He looked at it without at first getting its import. Then he knew. He and Joe had stood in front of the spyscreen for at least twenty seconds, startled by the picture of the Vargian queen. That had been noticed by whoever was watching through the 1999 edition of a tele- vision camera behind that screen. Undoubtedly their faces had been recorded, He opened his mouth to tell Neal about it—then snapped it closed. Other thoughts were flooding to the surface now. Surely Val Nelson would have been aware of the danger of them appearing in public—passing be- fore other spyscreens. He should have warned them, perhaps given them some sort of disguise so their features would be different enough to not be recognized easily. Why hadn’t he? Was it carelessness of thinking? None of these men o 1999 seemed to be careless think- ers. More to the point, why hadn't the Vargians gone after him and captured him during the day? They undoubtedly could have. But—of course all that hinged on the spyscreen being connected to a television wire recorder like that one in the department store the clerk had shown him while Val looked on. Or did it? It was al- most as if Val Nelson had KNOWN the Vargians wouldn’t have had a wire recorder ready to photograph him, or had known the Vargians wouldn't try to capture him and Joe just yet. _It didn’t make sense. The Var- gians wanted to kill him. They had had dozens of chances to capture him during the day. They prob- ably even knew the number of his room at the hotel by now. Yet they left him alone. Did that mean they had changed their minds? And if he, a newcomer to 1999 could see all this, it was certain Val Nelson had seen it. Maybe not Neal Smith. Maybe only Val, since Val was the only one who had actually seen them stand op-n mouthed before that spyscreen .n the drug store. The drug store! Val had said t2 Vargians had closed off the ar and were tearing out the wall b hind the telephone booth. If t were a lie... Ee getting tired of walking, Neal,” Ray said. “Want to go on a bus ride with me? No. Don’t tell me where to ride. I'd just like to catch the first bus that comes along and ride for a while and switch to another, and wind up at the hotel about the time I get sleepy. O.K.?” “O.K.” Neal agreed. “The bus line’s two blocks over. Oh. I keep forgetting that this is your town, even though it’s fifty years away {| from your native time.” “] tend to forget it myself,” Ray said. “But even bus routes don’t change much after they’re once laid out—and street names almost never.” The bus route had changed, how- ever—which was a bit of luck. It took him to the street where the drugstore was. And there was an- other bit of luck. There were lights in the store. It was evidently an all night drug store. Te bus stopped to pick up sev- eral passengers. Ray had a full thirty seconds to study the interior of the store. There was no slight- est sign of it being blocked off, or of any destruction back by the telephone booths. Val Nelson had lied. Ray Bradley wasn’t as surprised at this as he was at his own reac- tion to the fact. Immediately his restless feeling disappeared. (To be continued) DO YOU KNOW OF ANYTHING THAT IS CHEAPER | NOW THAN IT WAS BEFORE THE WAR ELECTRICITY IS! We Do Not Know Of Any Other Commodity That Is e