The Key West Citizen Newspaper, July 7, 1952, Page 6

Pape 6 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH I WROPPED UP Miz R'S THUMB, AN'SHE DRESSED THIS FRYER FER ME-- ICALES GIVE ME A MESS 0’ COLLARDS FER FIXIN’ HIS ‘THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Monday, July 7, 1952 (S STILL ON TH! RAMPAGE, AN’ 1 BEEN PATCHIN' UP HIS HOOTIN' HOLLER JAM FER A SKINT SHINBONE AN’--UH I'M FROM MRS. WILL. TELLYU -SHE'S SO SORRY YOUR iO 006 IS LONE: By Tom Sims and B. Zaboly MAW 1 DARE SAY You WERE DA aL UUST CONTINUE CONSUMI “THE OATS, MY DEAR----DELICIOUS * YOUNG MILLIONAIRE INHERITS BIG-LEAGUE BALL CLUB ON HIS JWENTY-FIEST BieTH- DAy’ ” He'S THE Guy.’ THE ONE WHO WAS IN HERE FILES —L KEPT A FEW MINUTES TRYIN' TO THINKIE WHO HE WAS./ FRY UP MIZ LEDBETTER’ SPRAINT THUMB -6O SHE WANTS YOU TO \ HAVE HIS BROTHER AND SISTER-AND OF COURSE THE PUPPIES DO B= EN BYAWILD OAT! BUT THAT'S Fore THE SPORTS EDITOR ~I WeiT= A TEEN WELL, WE HAD TO ')\ THEN YOURE JU ABOUT DOOMED! UH--JUS TOSS YO GLOVE OUT THAR , Zi?, AN IT'S ALL WOT 1f SELMER CAN HELP ITP Chapter Seven At™ THE southern end of the playground, beyond the high wire fence there is a cavity in the earth called Wade's Hole and no one has ever thought to fill in this great hole and bring it level with e ground. It is fully two hun. dred feet as di as the foundations the idge ap- proaches—of which it was appar- ently a part—and the diameter at the top is a matter of thirty yards, It is an ugly, gaping useless hole, down Wik cutee o eae jown e ai = tom, and this is So in the years of th ground Wade's Hole has been a potential death-trap. Tonight Wade's Hole was desert- | i; figure ed save for the of Paul Gardiner, who came down nightfall and sat on the ledge, his legs dangling into the cavity and cool against the damp clay of the walls and his face upturned to a southerly breeze. Chain lightning bit into the black void and_wrenched out great pieces of it. Presently, flakey spats of rain pattered down but ceased before the grey surface dust had even moistened its parched lips. It was a night for storm and thinking. It was important to remember as you sat here on the edge of + death that since Melisande and the marriage everything that had gone before was null and void: that the past was Bad and only the present and the future were Very Good. Ate nae to cae on the proto- plasms of yourself—when—young walking back again and again through the same door wherein you went the first time and not caring much about where the door led to, _ It was two o’clock in the morn- ing by the College clock and the dormitory was deadly quiet The diminutive figure detached itself from the floor s} ws and stole into the locker room. Within ten minutes the College was but a grey blur behind the pattering, urgent feet—a grey blur perche high on a wind-swept hill, He plodded out towards the town, and towards noon he came to the cherry orchard and a lady came towards him smiling and after a little talk she took .him into the house and fed him on oatmeal fried eggs and tea, and that extra good. It was “the sea- then and they gave him a @ bucket and told vit and pick cherries a a bucket. and silver ae oe rough t of fresh leaves and dry leaves burn- t FECHA! ri Hi Fil to trace, segment by fragment, the pattern of circumstances that had foreshadowed every Se event of his youth—beg’ orphanage and the smug, ignorance and _ bovine stupidity of the Child Welfare Department—and the permanent irritant knqwn as “boarding out.” Mr. Grey was a returned soldier and he broke horses for a living. On the days when there were no horses to break he usually worked in the barn with the boarded-out boy. Mr. suffered from shell- shock, and there were days when it was good for his nerves to go into the barn and cut chaff for a few hours, The thing was for the ded-out boy to stay outside the barn and walk behind the horse with a stick so that the horse would keep walking around in a circle at the end of the pole that drove the chaff-cutter, whilst Mr. Grey stayed inside the barn and fed the chaff into the cutter, which was the thing that was good for his shell-shock. One day while the boarded-out boy was {oiowing the horse around, the e suddenly began to jog-trot, and before he could get it back toa slow walk ihe driving-shajt Forty One Years Of Experience ostinato broke into three pieces and Mr.| Grey came running out of the' barn yelling, And the boarded- out boy crouched ageinet the waili of the barn whilst Mr. Grey took* to him with the same stock-whip that he used for the! horses. It was at that moment that the fished a long jacke knife from his trouser exe et and! lunged forward with it and enone it into Mr. Grey’s stome acl They took the back to the; Children’s Court and charged him with stabbing Mr. Grey in thei stomach, and the M r served that the lad was obviously: uncontrollable, and. committed: him to an institution for five; years. On his card at the Department: there eventually appeared the, words “Stigmata of degeneracy” and he stayed in the institution) until he was eighteen years ef| d | age, i ee thing to keep on remem-, bering tonight was that you) were born last week, on the night) of your marriage to Me! le, and that there was no Past. Meli- sande would never know any- thing about what happened before! the thirty-ffth year, before this: year of Grace—Year Unless she caught a black} thread from the Present and: traced it back to something and: then to something else. : Very well, then, if the Iniqui-; tous Past had shifted up into the; Iniquitous Present there would be disaster for them both-—that | and worse, perhaps, So, perhaps, | it were best if the path were e1 tirely cleared of ail possible ob-: structions. It was the only way.) It was raining when Paul got/ up from the edge of Wade's Hole and began to walk slowly back to Number Thirteen. Melisande was there, waiting for him, and he took her gently into his arms ane caressed her eyes with his S. "You're all wet,” Melisande said. “You'd better get out of those things, Paul. re have you been?” in the rain,” smiled | “I've been walki Paul said, and Mel and said, “Obviously.” (Te be continued) Official U. S. Navy Phote WITH A COMBINED TOTAL of forty one years of submarine experience between the three of. ficers pictured above are, from left to right, Com mander J. H. Turner, Commander Division 122; Captain Walter P. Schoeni, Squadron Command er, Submarine Squadron Twelve; and Commander Frank N. Shamer, Commander PUI VOC CT CCT COLI FIV IS IIIS VV I IIS THIS ROCK Submarine Divis ion 121. 0 Attended OF OURS BILL GIBB 902400010004 044444422SEOaASSASSSELaSS Bill Myers, a taxi driver from meals, Such a procedure appears | up om the corner of Duval and Southard Streets, stopped by to) logical to this column also Regarding Liability Insurance but we still have the beautiful sight of posters stuck all over town; “Vote for Bla-bla-bla--,” And although the Shriners left Miami two weeks ago, many ef our businessmen have signs hang- ing out: “Welcome, Nobles. , look like tow complain of the term “feud with | While Bill was here, we brought | 4 T “a4 5 regard to the recent controversy | bout Greyhound buses and taxis. | Bill: “There is only one taxi driver who has complained with regard to the buses parking in * area. As far as I know, none he other drivers object and we | i that unnecessary resentment against taxis has been created by saying there is a feud.’ f Perhaps he is right. The trouble is that the word “feud” is mild to what could very easily have been said, even though it did not apply | to all taxi drivers or store owners | to seem to feel that the buses / should park at their own depot and | ket the passengers walk for their up the subject of liability insurance for the taxis. City Commissioners, through their refusal to force the issue, have condemned Key West taxi users to ride in the vehicles at their own risk “I don’t care what they, (taxis or commissioners), é0,” said Bill. “{ carry Wability. Wouldn't be with- out it.” The guy bas sense. He is safe guarding himself as well as the riding public in case of an acci- dent. Wish either the City Com- missioners or the other taxi driv- ers would show as much interest the public. Dated Signs Our local elections are over now in the morning. a8 soon a5 would make the local |look 2 lot more progressive, what you like, people judge a [by its appearance. Maybe I’m prejudiced on score. If I go into a store of taurent and see a calender has been allowed to run month or so, I that the proprietor’s products likely to be of inferior uneared for too. If we can't get action eo! ly im order to bring the | up to date, perhaps we can | Work at it individually and * some good. How about it? { s ig ile f a3 ; end