The Key West Citizen Newspaper, April 14, 1952, Page 3

PORE OL RIDDLES | RECKON = FEELS SORTA LEFT OUT Y OKAY /— BUT SHES IN A RUT! WHY OESN'T SHE _— RieoADEN HER , FOr INTERESTS. prs OF THINGS -- Hi” ive sr, A New. HOSS we By Fred Lasswell By Paul Robinson rg that marked a} rattling like buckshot e back. EE tag were written the words: lartin’s. bedroom.” Johnny frowned in Funny, out of Grandpop: great ‘coll Smits lection of keys, this Single one should have been set le. And lying there with the aes erm le pad silently along the hall. His bare feet made no sound on the thick carpeting. reached the door opposite Irene Smith’s bedroom. door was closed. He ed Karen was still in there with her. Without sound, Johnny care- fully unlocked dead him. Johnny paused before a solid mahogany desk set in a corner of the room, near one of the rear windows, On the broad, smooth desk-top there was only a square blotter, a pen-and-inkwell set and two silver bookends be- tween which there were three or four works of fiction. fhe huge, single volume rested on another Could it be... e woman's part of the desk. Johnny picked | coroner. it up, was surprised at its it. It was a stamp album. — Leafing through a few he realized what a hopeless task it. would be to search the By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (® —There are oniy }two classes in the world—neat people and the people they crit- icize. The thing that always has puz- zled me about neat people is their intolerance. They are reformers at heart. They are never satisfied merely with being neat themselves. They want everybody else to be neat, too, This is a violation of individual rights. A person is as legally free to be disorderly as he is to be neat, so long as he doesn’t infringe on the liberty of others. For my part, I can see more advantages in being disorderly than in being neat. Neatness isn’t always a virtue. Most people aren’t neat because they really want to be—they just can't help it. Many neat people have a at tless passion to put everything in; pigeonholes. They believe there is! la place for everything and every- thing should be in its place. They feel that life is like a bingo game: If they keep putting the right but-} ; tons on the right numbers—Bingo! The trouble with this theory is life just doesn’t operate that way. To get the most out of living you have to be a connoisseur of chaos | as well as an advocate of order. | There are some situations and experiences you can't solve with a platitude or tag with a label. | They don't fit into patterns, and | when a neat person is faced with | such a situation he is defeated by it—and sometimes destroyed by it. | Life has a wonderful, sprawling, | aimless quality that only a dis-| orderly person can appreciate. Take such common things as thun- | jder and lightning. They tend to make a neat person nervous, as| }he hates to see the sky disrupted. | | But a good, rousing thunderstorm jis a source of poetic joy to the} | disorderly soul. It brings out the} best in him. The neat man is frustrated from | birth, because bis goal is impos- |sible—the achievement of com- | plete order. The only really or-| Iderly thing in the world is death, and the most disorderly thing is | life. | The closer the neat man comes }to his goal—that is, the more he }eatalogs his daily life—the more bored he is likely to become. The | disorderly man can never become too bored because he never knows what will happen to him next. | When the neat man goes to bis desk to get out a letter, he knows in dreary certainty just where be will find &. It is @ dull routine. disorderly person, however, for « letter in the mare’s/ > his desk is a real ad- ivesture. Gingerly, be pokes at the layers | verced him, explaining: “He was no fun to live with. Year after year I found exactly the same things in his pockets.” Later she married a thoroughly disorderly man whose pockets re- sembled a department store hit by a hurricane. “I never knew life could be so exciting,” she said, and they lived happily ever after. Perhaps that is why neat men are so jealous of disorderly men. They know women never find them NEW YORK #—It is no secret that the prestige of the male in America has been on the toboggan for some time. But modern masculinity sinks to new depths of obscurity during the Easter parade. What part does a man play to- day in this annual outdoor fashion show? He is about as anonymous as a sardine in the sea. Who cares what he wears? Nobody. If he} showed up clad only in his birth- day suit, who would notice him? Nobody. All eyes are on the ladies, whe have turned the Easter pa- rade into a marching demonstra- tion of womanhood triumphant. This is the hour of feminine power, and every woman knows it. She puts on her prettiest feath- ers and struts the streets in pea- cock pride. What is that drab thing that mopes along by her side? Well, it used to be a man. But @ man is no longer a man in the Easter parade. He is a stroil- ing slave to his queen, a lackey, a {kind of walking watch-fob. If he It wasn't that way of yore. Your cavalier of yesteryear was a match KEY WEST CITIZEN the great Ie wiine Johnny Saxon, his eyes somber and thoughtful, stood at the bed- room window, hands behind his back. Held in his fingers was the last page of Irene Smith's mann script. With a Johnny turned away from the window, walked ipt in the cardboard box and closed it. He was locking the manuscript up in .| his bag when Moe came into the i] Foom. Moe's round looked e's big eyes “We're not leaving, are. we? My God, we. won't make any money if we don’t get in at least ae of weeks’. work here q said, “We're not being sin te . sweetheart, What you think I am ...a common laborer? I charge a flat fee. You have to een eee out what hap} that night two weeks ago.” Moe we find outt Suit Oe Goat ans Geo then we'll be flat on our ., .” “Did make that oo phone call “0 ” Moe a satel fi forgot to. be him at a hotel in Wi man cotld show up wearing a poodle haircut and walking on all fours like a dog, but nobody would Some year the men of Americ: are going to hold a mass boycott of the Easter parade. | “I am tired of being an over- jlooked scarecrow,” papa will tell shades, take off my shoes and stay home and look at television, If men just had the courage to do that once, women. would figure jout a way to re-equip the man of | the house with a few fine feathers | and let him share the parade spot- | light again. For if there is any- | thing a woman hates, it is to get all dressed up for Easter—and lhave to go out alone, The eggs of sea horses are hatched by the males while car- ried in a pouch in the body,