The Key West Citizen Newspaper, January 24, 1952, Page 10

eee eee eee + Page 10 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Thursday, January 24, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH aN'GREAT BALLS YE OUGHT TO SEE THAT YOUNG-UN 0’ MINE, SNUFFY-- SAKES ALIVE !! ue aw'7, OOTSY- COOTSY- | COOTSY-- 00 TWEET, ITTY BITTY 0’ FIRE TEENY WEENY TINEY LEETLE TOES (ZZ ‘OO DADDY'S (TTY FWEETSIE WEETSIE PIE GREAT AS HIS AMIGO THE CISCO KID. WHATCHA GOING TO DO WITH THE RECORD You MADE OF ETTA Ici1SSING Gee, cHuck/— ITS > TERRIFIC, HAVING You OUT OF THE HOSPITAL ANO WELL AGAIN | POO-POO, PANCHO! dba 2e, tienen CISCO, NOBODY, NOTICES ME. I THE YOU ARE BETTER “THAN HEEM! 7 _ SNUFEY'S By Fred Lasswell AN' GOODEST OF ALL--HE'S TH' SPITTIN' HOW ORETFUL _EXCITIN' WHAT ‘OO WANT, ARK!! : FUFEY WUFEY ? OUT YONDER A-CALLIN' TH' POR! PITABLE! THING !! HOW YOU LIKE FOR ME TO COOK YOU FIN DEENER, EH? Ze SENORITA, WAIT TILL. T PINCH ME TO SEE IF I AM DREAMING. | ences. Naturally Abigail w: riest WE GOTTA FIND ONE OF HER BOY FRIENDS HERE COMES, ACUTE NUMBER.’ = HI DREAMBOAT.’ REMEMBER WE GOTTA GET A REAL JEALOUS GUY.’ ONE THAT'LL GET FIGHTIN' MAD. CHUCK! DID YOU GET Our OF WHEN THE HOSPITAL ? LooK JEALOUS. el NOUGH ? ( WANT A NW Now's Your COLD DRINK?) CHANCE ./— — vse ETTA'S Sass ss SSS ES Change of Heart Chapter 7 had thought \ ARCIA +*4£ would be frightened, or least that she would feel very young and alone with her sister's friends. It was lovely, of cou for Abigal to give a part a smaller gathering. The large studio room was so packed with nearer forty than twenty—that it was difficult to make your way about or to sort one person out | from the rest. Abigail had, of course, seen that her younger sister was presented to each newcomer, but Marcia could not always catch, and sel- dom remembered, the names, and she got very tired of trying to find some response to the invari- able comment that followed each introduction. “But you don’t look anything like Abbie!” “Sisters, now 10 one would ever guess it. . . . Usually some family resemblance, you Know.” “Don’t tell me . . . how sty of Abbie to keep you hidden. Are you sure she’s really your kith no likeness that I can see!” So on and so on. Then Marcia was promptly forgotten and ig- nored as the guests gathered in small cliques, becoming engrossed in common gossip and e: preoccupied playing hostess, see- ing that everyone was taken care of, to pay arty more than the nec- essary attention to the guest of honor. Dean Dearborn had not come. There was, of course, no reason why this should spoil the party for Marcia, but it did. There was no reason why she should keep Watching the doorway, but she kept.on watching it just the same. You would think he might have “dropped by,” if only for a few minutes. Or just out of polite- ness. She myst remember that he was not such a polite young man. “So vou are the skeleton in Marcia wished it could have been | people—there must have been} and kin, Abbie dear? Absolutely | @>' By Kathleen Harris used Marcia from these She had.found a corner e had thought she would not be noticed for a while, and could avoid having another drink thrust upon her as she had had a time disposing of the others. She had never learned to like the taste or smell of anything alco- hol “My dear Carol,” the man with he woman said, wagging his tly balding head reproach- y. “I am sure that Abbie'’s tty young sister does not re- mble a skeleton in the least.” hat wasn't what I meant.” Cosrol, or Mrs. Douglas, as Marcia decided this must be, sat down next to Marcia, crossing long thin legs and assuming a bored expression. “What I cannot under- stand is why Abbie never told us about you. Or how she managed to keep you in the dark so long. Why didn’t you come visit while Mare was living? Your own mother . . . it does seem very queer to me—” “It seems queer to me,” the man interrupted, “that you have no better manners, Carol, than to ‘n't mind Carol, “How ungentlemanly of you, Victor!” Carol Douglas reproved, arching thinly plucked eyebrows. “I don’t mind,” Marcia said. “I ~| never visited before because my mother did not send for me. It was her wish that Abigail and I spend a year together. I don’t,sup- pose Abigail meant to keep me a deep dark secret, or she would not be having this party for me, do you?” ss UCHE! Touché, my. dear!” The middle-aged gentleman, or so Marcia classified him, beamed in approval, even giving Marcia a significant wink. Then only did it sink in that he must be the man her sister was going to marry, if and when he were free to marry. Mrs. Douglas had called him Victor. Carol apparently ignored any remark that did not please her her. She turned her bright eyes Abbie’s closet!” A woman’s | New sfeatores on Marcia. “You certainly don’t }look anything alike. B ‘| | Abbie is such a beauty. you haven't something, as V me. But said—your youth, I your clothes, darling he raised her eyebrows again. “You should never wear that shade of blue Tt doesn’t do a thing for you.” Marcia might have been of- fended, had she cared what Mrs Douglas thought of her clothes, or of her. “’m sorry you don't like my dress.” She spoke quietly, giving {Mr. Scott a quiet little smile, as he appeared so distressed at the way ier sister's best friend was speaking. “We must do something about it,” Carol decided. “Have Abbie bring you to my shop.” Did Mrs. Douglas have a dress shop? If so, Marcia did not think she would care to purchase any- thing from her. Not only because she did not like her sister's friend, especially, but because she diti not like the dress Carol Dougj&s wore, even if she was too polite to say so. Victor Scott said as much for her, now. “You have your own unique style, my dear Carol,” he said. “As have most of your clientele. Now take the gown you are wearing. It becomes you, of course, but since we are speaking so frankly, I must say I do not particularly aare for it, and cer- tainly I would not care to see it, or any like. it, on Miss Marcia.” The gown in question was a sheath of gold lamé tubing, held up by one rhinestone shoulder strap. It was very sophisticated but it was too tightly fitted to be raceful. “If that isn’t like a man! Of course a young girl couldn't get away with this gown, Victor!” Carol shook her head sadly at such ignorance. “But, darling, for mercy’s sake, run along and fetch us that drink.” “None for me,” Marcia said; but too late. Mr. Scott had obedi- ently stridden off to carry out this request. (To be continued) Citizens: Leave your PORCH LIGHT on or a light in your window From 7:00 P. M. To 8:00 P. M. on THURSDAY, JAN. 31st VOLUNTEERS WILL CALL TO ACCEPT YOUR DONATIONS TO THE MARCH OF DIMES Mothers: If your child were to contact POLIO you would no doubt be willing to devote your life time to its care. If you could avoid that possibility by devoting one hour of your time now wouldn't you grasp at the chance? ” HERE IS YOUR CHANCE ! ! VOLUNTEER for only ONE HOUR DURING THE To Volunteer Call ' MOTHERS MARCH ON POLIO Thursday, January 31st FROM 7:00 P. M. TO 8: 00 P. M. Who Knows? The work you do and the funds you col- lect during this ONE HOUR may turn the tide of POLIO. MRS. JOE LOPEZ 1736-] SPACE CONTRIBUTED BY City Electric System ee ae a oe