The Key West Citizen Newspaper, June 3, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 ‘THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, June 3, 1952 HAVE YE FERGOT?] [ENNY SHIF'LESS SKONK TT RAINEO IN | [THAT'LL LET A LEETLE Mle WONDERFUL le, vil ETA AN Th Tania i} HN | FUNNY, THEM “TAKING CISCO AWAY LIKE THAT. SEEMS PECULIAR THE DOC DIDN'T COME ALONG, HIS OWN SELF MEBBE I OUGHTA CHECK UP.. | | <= A a boM Kel | y ¢ wy HULLO, HAWK-EYE... AN JUS GOT THIS wel ALLOWED MY ENTIRE STAFF OF DETECTIVES UNLIMITED Ex- PENSE ACCOUNTS TO COMB THE COUNTRY FOR YOUR MISSING GIRL FRIENDJ,,,BY PLANE, TRAIN AND SUBWAY THEY GALLANTLY PUSHED THE pa Ym UT (ANEM) SINCE DINAH APPEARED By Fred Lasswell SAAAY !! tows tHat BaBy OF YO'RN GITTIN' ALONG, RIDDLES ? UH--LEETLE EBENEEZER-- AIN'T THAT HIS CALLIN' WAME 2? HE'S CUTER'N A BUG, RIDDLES--UH, HAS TH' LEETLE FELLER SPROUTED NO MORE DOouBLE- DATES /— IL CANT STAND WATCHING HER GO CVER- BOARD Fole HIM.” IS MURDER.’ | ‘¢ i JEALous! By Jose Salinas and Rod Reed OH, WELL. MORNNG WILL eh core me cme restos srmmcare meee ww CAUSE WITHOUT THAT DISCOUNT AH'D A= HATTIE sat down, her eyes blinking cash tgs be- hind her thick lensed glasses. “Lily, the world is going to pot. Read the papers, see the motion pictures, listen to the radio, It’s gone, all gone, that morality by which we lived.” Li Goldsborough _ shrugged. Bg ps ors abou! — as net any usiness, darling. is bees erate do with as she prease>.” “But she is my niece!” “She is twenty-nine, a woman who served her country so well in the last war that she was deco- reted by her government. She is an adult who has the right to make her own decisions about her own life her own conduct.” “Ne Bancroft has ever been mixed up in divorce proceed- ings.” “Perhops this one won't be. You it:ie goop, aidn’t it ever occur u that she is in love with a dream? Good gracious, all girls have them at one time or another. She will see the dream for what it is, and then—” ‘In the meantime there must hurc?” Aunt Hattie rose, her great loving heart rejecting that with- out reservation. “No. She will not she must learn at the others.” “Well, my advice is to leave well enough alone, darling. I'll tell you what: instead of going home to write that letter, wl don’t you have supper with me? Then we'll discuss the virtues and failings of all my husbands.” “How did you know | was thinking of writing a letter?” saning sala Ely genial Sb farling,” sai ly ge: . “Ot, to put it differently, simply say ? know an old fool’ when I see expense of a huff. And, im cf duty, she iiving room of where she had said good-bye to love and had raised Jane Ban- HAL BOYLE SAYS By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (®—Do you want to lose weight? There is only one sure way to do it. Brag it off. You don’t have to go on a pro- longed starvation diet. You don’t have to gulp appetite-reducing pills or consult a psychiatrist. You don’t have to take sweat baths, life bartells, or go on 20-mile hikes. All you have to do is brag | . . .brag. . .brag. The pounds will | roll off you magically. | I consider this a million-dollar idea in the field of malnutrition. It is my own idea. And I give it | as a good will gesture to corpulent | mankind. | There are two kinds of people among perhaps 25,000,000 dieting Americans (1). The strong, silent type who |keep their weight-reducing project |to themselves. There are a lot of |these but you never hear about The talkative type that in n discussing diets with any- and everything, including Lird< on the bough. The first type gets a scientific diet from his doctor, chews his celer in melancholy solitude, s a few pounds in lonely si- lence, and then gets sick of the whale business because ‘Who cares?" Soon he is putting whipped cream on his pork chops again | a, special problem and ter tha ing fatter. . fatter. . .fat same way. But he doesn’t lose in- terest. After losing a few pounds, ts in to brag sed to be as plump as a sad roundhouse,” he says s ady I am beginning e the Eiffel Tower.” € e he brags the more he nts to lose: the more he loses the more he wants to brag. As I say, I feel I discovered myself. I hit the scales at tefore 1 decided to do t it. I got a diet): ctor, read all the bocks t subject, and hung a picture ft ate Mohandas Gandhi jn . be He was my ideal ng I guess I was mt type. I would become sick ness, and eat the in two days. I t my diet for talked to r about my diet croft. picked up her mother-of-' you—” She halted. ; screen is about two-thirds bi ever each car. Some The second type starts out the | with them in the By Williom Neubaver pearl and dipped it into the; inkwell. It made her sad to know that she was about to do what she could to put an end to all the pear : fo, she couldn't allow the girl} to do it. She couldn’t allow the! irl to live all her life with the} ht that she had wrecked an- other woman’s hopes, another wo- man’s home. No matter what the cost, she must stop Jane before} it was too late. The deed accomplished, she/ ited the letter and went to her nets bed in her lonely bedroom | and cried herself to sleep for the first time in years. R Leslie Poppleton the new week began horribly. A short, plump redhead who had never suspected that shé’d once had a serious rival for George's hand, she looked across the breakfast table and asked: “Who in the world is Aunt Hattie Bancroft, darling? I've just had the strang- 3 in a plan for getting~hold of some machinery upon which certain of his students could learn lens-grinding, scarce- hopes Jane had cherished for soy AP Nowsteatures | If reason to read more. Suddenly her husband’s face held a pinched expression. “I see.” She laughed shakily. “Am I supposed to gleeful or what? Your past, your wretched past. How is a woman supposed to react when she learns that her darling husband is an unmitigate@) liar?” Alarmed, he rushed around the table and pulled her up from the chair, pillowing her head on his shoulder, striving to comfort her, to reassure her. “Good heavens,” he wailed, “that certainly doesn't count. Why, she was hardly more than a flirtation! What's got into you?” “Read the letter," she said shakily, half laughing, half cry- ing. “Oh, read the wonderful, wonderful letter.” His jaw tightened and his blue eyes flashed. “i will do no such: thing. I have nothing to explain, and that is quite enough nonsense for one day.” He went back te-his chair, looking so angry with her that Leslie promptly ———— subject for the moment. . she said tersely. “Want some more toast? I can recommend th y heard. “Huh?” How the devil id I know? What about more coffee? It’s darned good coffee this and I'm you ever-loving searn these lessons that you think | hy She flushed with pleasure and triumph. It was seldom that he tt her coffee was fit to drink! She rose and hurried into the kitchen and came back with the pot. She poured, kissed the crown of his prematurely balding head, and returned to her chair. “Aunt Hattie Bancroft, who lives in Pittsfield, Long Island,” she said, her eyes speculative. “She writes about her niece, Jane, who is supposed to have known overseas, and who is supposed to have upon you now.” “Jane croft?” He stared, frankly bewildered. “Never heard Fes her. Say, let me see that let- ri” © toast. I scarcely ever burn the toast.” Her reward was a smile thet went straight to her heart. But after he had kissed her good-bye in his rough and tumble way, she went back to the table in the sunlit dinette and re-read the letter. And a fear gzipped her heart. * “How did the likes of you ever get the likes of him?” she remem- bered her younger sister saying one day shortly after the mar- riage. “Coo, but you wouldn't never get no fie for your bloom- ing beauty. I'll tell you that.” She went to mirror in the living room. She looked at her- self, at her long nose and bad teeth. A rival. After all these years, a ghost from the past! She sat down, feeling terribly alone in the vast land of the “It says here,” Leslie read_on, “that she was a nurse ip a field hospital in France and that There was no HOLLYWOOD NOTES By BOB THOMAS HOLLYWOOD \#—It’s time we} took a look into the operation of | a drive-in theater. The drive-ins are getting to be | a big factor in the movie busi- ness. There are 3,323 of them in| the U. S. and more a-building | every month. This compares to | 16,000 indoor film theaters, a fig- ure which has been shrinking | yearly. i I dropped in on my neighbor- hood drive-in in Van Nuys to learn about. how it is run. It’s called | the Victory Drive-in and the man- ager is a young fellow named Joe | Pretreforte. He used to manage | |indoor theaters and has been at | the Victory since it started three | vears ago. Here are some of the | free to a calorie-conscious world | questions I tossed at him Q. Which kind of theater opera tion do you like best? A. The drive-in by far. I like outdoor work anyway. And I don’t have the kiddie matinees to drive me crazy. Q. What are the details on the Victory? A. It’s an all-steel construction at a cost of about 00,000. The theater cover and can park 850 cars at one time. The tham those in normal theaters, re quiring brighter projection Q. Do you have any unusual discipline problems? A. No more than in any theater You get the same amount of ho lums and trouble-makers. We hav ith the sound speakers, which are attached to drive off 4 other: usly. They alice anyone J kn uced to you to lose y 1 bragged to an | as your excess w for another realiy loves a fat they say United States of America, ter~ ribly afraid. (To be continued), 100 Key West Man Cited By College John K. Clemmer, Southernmost City Pharmacy, Key West, was one of 41 surviving members of the Class of 1902 of the Philadelphia College of Pharmacy and Science to be granted a Semi-Centennial Certificate by the Alumni Associa- tion of that College on May 27. It is the annual custom of the Phila- Gelphia College to so honor those who graduated fifty years before. HOUND ADOPTS THREE COUGARS PORT ALBERNI, Canada (#) —tThree cougar kittens orphaned by the gun of hunter Harry Brown have a new mother — one of the hounds which led him to the kill of a female cou- gar. Brown took the kittens home and of his trained hounds has adopted them. cost $15 apiece, so that cuts into the profit Q. Do you have any trouble with romar s? A as much as you'd get in the balcony of a normal thea- ter. Neat door to’ the theater is a Catholic Church, and one of the pri was commenting to me that eins were called “pas- sion fF I-invited him to stand by the entrance and see the kinds mle who drove in. He was ed to learn that 90 per cent of the patrons were people with families or older folks. Q. Is business seasonal? A. Very much so. We lose money in the wintertime and make it back in the summer. Often we can make enough profit in the snack bar to offset the loss on ad- ns. The snack bar is the other half of this business, Q. Have you ever closed? A. Only twice. That was last n we had flocds in the ernando Valley. The only rescon we Closed was because no e to the theater. Some the fog comes in during a ve to issue fog the same as of pictures get t pic res get differ When we have an ac- or Western, we get ith kids. But figure the audience, mes Fl play a couple of f and the place will fill Cadillacs. The only thing kes are the little B ple- Q Has television hurt business? It did at first. And it stfil hen a big event is on TV, a ty has worn off. Peo- ti: want to get out of the 2. Are the audiences particular? olutely. You can't please en with the best of complaints. The eth- 2 drove out because word “damn” in a don’t you censor pictures he demanded, two kids in my ear.” ¥ e-him his motley’ back,