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

Page 6 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Thursday, July 3, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH KETCH HIM? BALLS oO’ FIRE 'M TRYIN TO PASS HIM! THIS DOG ISN'T A _PET- HE'S A PEST ANGE AN! JUICE ARE SPLENDID APPETIZERS--- 1 AM STARVING It ==THEN, AFTER THE Bye,MOM /— 1M ENGAGEMENT PARTY, GONNA RUN DOWN DAD'S GIVING ME A TOWN AND PICK UP [ GooD \ CANCE AT THE SOME NEWS, For CLUB, ( BUT I DONT TRUST YOU By Fred Lasswell FFERIN’ CATS! Sul 'M GLAD I_DION'T TIE HIM TO THE GARAGE / FAR ! TIE HER UP, BOYS, AND THE OLD GEEZER TOO’ A )/ GREET! » Y LITTLE HAMBURGER ON THE HOOF !t SPEAKING OF News.! AT THIS VERY MOMENT A HAND IS DIALING &1Ta'S NUMBER WITH SOMETHING REALLY I FLOPPED, DOC. YOU'VE GOT TO THINK OF SOMETHING ! By Roy Gotto Chapter Five “OBVIOUSLY,” he said, “you've ie been talking to John Tay- “Yes. But how—?” “John has a gift of leaving an expression of heavenly rapture on the face of his interviewers. He deals in black magic.” “Do I really look like that?” The other nodded. “I found John Taylor quite sweet.” “It’s a wonder he didn’t try to rope you in, Melisande.” “He did.” Paul frowned. “And what hap- pened?” “I told him I'd see.” “From what I see of it,” Paul went on, “it’s the kind of work that makes ridiculous demands something to show you.” He led the way upstairs, to the studio. : “Aren’t we going to watch the sunset tonight, Paul?” ,, “No. Unless you, want to watch t alone. I have a visitor after dinner.” “Who is it?” “Sathleen Sale. -I understand she’s much better known as Five Ways Kate.” F “What a peculiar nickname!” They entered the ‘studio and Paul indicated a chair, “Kathleen is modelling for me,” Paul was saying. ere is the first rough sketch. .Melisande took the drawing in her both hands and slanted it to- wards the light. There was — enough to go on, merely a few bold outlines of her body. “She’s void of , expression,” Paul said. “But there’s no mis- taking the expression of her body. It speaks every known lan- guage—” elisande put the picture away. Paul lounged in his favoril position against the half-shut window. She left his scrutiny, se- vere and amusing in turn, wy her. She supposed he was alter- nately and at her. “ “You know, Melisande,” he said, “all this confuses you, doesn’t it? You ran off from home By George McManus | on its followers. But come, I've because something inside you re- belled at supression. You wanted to discover things for yourself. So you came here. But right now Keeping Cool son's Ice Plant. PIV IVT TIT IV IIIS IIIS II CSOT ITT I TITS | you’re wondering about what you've done, But that’s only be- cause this new freedom is so un- familiar that you’re just a little sae of it I can understand that somehow, somewhere, and for a \ quite unknown reason, the two of you are to get all horribly tied up? No—I don't mean love—I mean something a little different—” Paul smiled. “T can’t say I've anal; it that 9way- But maybe have, “I had that feeling yesterday, when I first saw you.” ELISANDE remembered that Paul's visitor would be here soon. She hurried downstairs. As she reached her apartment the door was open and Paul stood framed in the doorway— Kate® I want you to meet Kate shot out a gloved hand. Melisande took it ply. She fumbled for words. a s “I understand Paul is doing your portrait. I wish he'd do mine.” “May! ie wil some * honey,” Kate said. ide daren’t look towards Paul, but from occasional covert glances she gathered that he was more than usually thoughtful. Presently, as though aware of her embarrassment, he said some- thing in an undertone and went upstairs to his studio. “So you're Melisande.” “Yes.” ‘The visitor trod curiously round the apartment, inspecting the evi- dence of Melisande’s attack upon the bare, stone, unlined walls, a tentative concession to taste stub- bornly execut with a ha er and six wire nails. The pictures were mainly woodland , scenes, centred round the proposition that all shapeless, gnarled gum- trees were forever mystic and wonderful in any condition of light and shadow, decay, decrepi- tude or disaccord. For the rest there were a square, wooden table, two plush-lined chairs, @ settee that served also as a bed, a dressing table and, in the cor- ner of the room, a gas ring and a hand-basin. Kate contemplated each item at length. It may well be that she was not able to germi- nate a reliable impression from the room accoutrements, for sud- denly she swerved towards Meli- sande and said with vigor: : “So, you wish Paul would paint you, eh?” Melisande nodded. “Have you ever seen the things that he draws?” _Melisande told Kate about the picture of Snowball and how much apathy and misery were concentrated in the portrait of the blackboy. “I couldn't believe that it was possible!” Melisande “Paul Saw much more than I did.” “Or anyone else, either. I don't know nothin’ about art, honey, but Paul—he sees things. He's got the all-seein’ eye. In fact, he sees oe that ain’t there at all, bless um! “Do you know Paul very well, Kate?” Kate who still wore her hat and swung her bag round her wrist in a nervous, restless little arc, finally sat down on a tin trunk, ontMaybe honey.'She_squinted “May! ey.” puin' her eyes upwards at Melisande and smiled. “I knew your boy friend upstairs ten-eleven years ago when you were goin’ to school. He was goin’ to Tech. in Darlinghurst and I was goin’ to school, too, kind of. But I never made any headway, honey. An’ neither will you. He can be nice when the mood’s on him.” She paused and critically her her gaze along Melisand slim lines. “Now he wants to paint me, That’s funny!” Melisande was sure, now, that Kate was over-drawing the out- line of Paul's character and she rebelled. “I’m sure you're wrong,, Kate. Paul is stern and severe, and per- haps a little brutal, too. I_ don't know. But I'll find out. I like Kate. I like him.” ’s O.K. honey. If that’s the way you feel about him, then: go after him.” (Te be continued) ONE WAY of beating the heat has been discovered by Bruce Berta, 715 Caroline St. He is shown | above standing beneath the ice shavings that fly in the air when blocks of ice are cut at Thomp- } McGuane Reports THIS ROCK OF OURS to \aui secon’ BILL GisB AAA 44D DASDSEAALEDAALAAAADAMMADAS The following landed up On my, desk from somewhere and I've saved it for just such ab occasion | as tomorrow's 4th of July. In case you have to make a speech tomor- j row, this will get you by—wheth- jer you're Democrat, Republican, revolutionists, or conservative. It was written by the late A. Parker | Nevin as an address to end all add. | resses, over a quarter of a century | ago. | Mr. CHAIRMAN, Ladies and Gentlemen: It is indeed @ great} and undeserved privilege to add- | ress such an audience as I see ifore me. At no previous time in| }the bistory of human civilization | I have just alluded, is the sheer and forceful application of those immutable laws which, down the corridors of time, have always guided the hand of man, groping as it were, for some faint beacon light for his hopes and aspirations. | Without these great vital princi- ples, we are but puppets, respond ing to whim and fancy, failing en tirely to grasp iden meaning of it all. We must © selves to these questions which press for answer and solution. ‘ihe issues cannot be avoided. There they stand. It is upon you-and you be-' and yes, even upon me, that the yoke of responsibility falls What then, is our duty? Shall we paddress our- | |have greater problems confronted | continue to drift? No! with ali the and challenged the ingenuity of emphasis of my being I hurl back man's intellect than now. Let us ithe message: No! Drifting must kok around us. What do we see on | stop. We must preas onward and the horizon? 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