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

PAW'!#! piv ve WUZ OUT IN OUR BACK YARD A-PRACTICIN' HER THE KEY WEST CITIZEN UH--1 THINK TLL GO OUT IN TH’ BACK YARD AN'--UH--UH-- WOOD -- yas Bf THAT'S (eet(LLE CHOP SOME Thursday, Avayst 7, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH WILD AN’ SAVAGE-LIKE \, KINDLIN' WOOD JUNGLE HER RELATIVES COMIN! TO VISIT US-AN' BELIEVE ME~-ONE IS ENOUGH! = I KNEW IT- MY PASSES HIS EXAMINATIONS / ty! By Fred Lasswell T= TOWN didn’t come alive. Not a man appeared, There was only the distant, muffled slam of doors as men stayed inside. Blinds went down and the town went dead, “Men from down south,” Mon- tana said, moving toward the back of the store. The men were prob- ably Vgc by now. They hard! would be foolish enough to lay siege to the heavy walled store where two men could hold out indefinitely, i “T don’t see anything,” called from the front,” slantwise “They were Carson is face 7 lack Jack’s men, all right,” he grunted, “One of ‘em might have hightailed it back into the back country for help, but I doubt it, Not unless that horse thief and the Dutchman yebae to be somewhere close by. ‘And I don’t think so. They'll be up in the back country around Ramson’s section, stealing horses from the ranchers and for spring shipment.” “Did you ever believe those stories about Ramson buying stolen stock at water cheap prices and selling them under his own brand?” Carson turned. “Any time a man can ship enough stock e yeat,to have his own pens bi it y, the railroad and a shippi point named fo: him, he can sel stolen stock,” was his answer, It was getting dark now. Mon- tana went to the back, substituted a pair of moccasins for and ed out into the darkness, He circled the town, came to where the shots had been fired, but no sign of the men was evident, He finished a tour of the tor peering into the back window of! the deserted saloon. The Goan er sat at one end of the bar, read- ing a paper, and obviously in very plain sight, : “Friend,” Montana said, “who were they?” The bark tried to appear startled. He didn’t do a very good job of it, “Who?” he asked, HAL ainst the window.| fall. I “Did you ever see me before?” <Nope.” eo you bear ghee onl ani lion’t care a whoon” said the barkeep, “I'm a friend of Ben Carson's.” “Ben’s got a lot of friends.” 10 were they?” “eard gue of them mestioned s: one ment as McBain.” : “Where did they come from?” “I don’t know—I just heard McBain say somet! about a herd coming north dude named Forrest, who bought} nodded. Ramson’: out Ki now will you about that fight in Buckner’s last ain’t got no friends, I—” He turned, and found himself talking to an empty window. He got ono the back win- dow and . and the lights. Pic up a sawed-off ade hig way insough the dake made his way - across the street and knocked on the front door of Ben Carson's trading Post. “Hey, Ben. Psssst! Psssst!” A VOICE at his back said, “For ing ‘our here snd going” ‘pees out here and goi rei come on to the back. You shouldn’t be out walking in the night like this, It’s not safe.” Pete followed him around the oo of the gallery, toward the iC} “Man ain't got no privacy atall any more. People stickin’ their fool heads in a feller’s window. Woulda told him that McBain needed a bath. Knew it the first time the jackass come into my lace. Smelled worse’n yore hides. k his bath, That was good shootin’,’ I says. ‘W don’t you mind yore own business?’ he says, covering up the blue scars on arms and shoulders. ‘Never saw such a modest cuss,’ I says. Then I remembers that fight last fall. Montana got four of them. One didn’t kick off, He just gets shot all to pieces,” Carson’s face had taken on a queer look, visible even in the darkness, He stared at Pete. Manville Bride “So that’s it?” Ben Carson} whispered. “McBain, you s#@d?) No wonder he tried to drill Mone) tana on sight. I kinda there was something | about him. Figgered I was imag-' ining—” They had rounded the and come to the back door. Carson opened it and, followed by the barkeep, entered. From a stove over in one . Ray Sig inner stew on Decals the o and Carson set down the and nodded toward Pete wie eyed the food. is i across the at Buckner’s when them went down? Well, McBain, Pete here said he took a bath in the back room. Had some fresh scars on his carcass. It was lontana che’ lf. “But these men ae “é South. I'm positive, Ben. How do you account for that?” Ben Carson shrugged his shoul- ders. “I don’t know, Brand, but there can’t seem to be much doubt about it. And Pete's right. 'd better pull out of here for a while, He can run the store.” “Coming ee with me?” the younger man asked. cake a as head. ah every trail in this country, Brand, I'll es in by horse and hig north for rough Ceo 9 and lay low for a while until this blows over. I malt run into uD, north sna 7 Bockness, _ got a couple of accounts to sett personal Pith that imeaieayed Squawman anyhow.” ~ (Te be continued) i in a a Rains Rocks WHEN “TH! CLOUD GETS NER A PLACE “THA'S TOO HOT, TH EVANSVILLE, Ind. — For | seven successive nights, lime- Getting Divorce BOYLE WIMPY, WHERE 1S WATER RAIN-2( ie Yorcye's2 J CLOUD ?? I HAVENT TOLD DAD “MON THIS BEAUTY CONTEST, YET.” HE'D BE SIMPLY STEAM ac ING! PARENTS CAN BE SUCH A PROBLEM AT TIMES /—You KKNow, How IT IS / FWAL TEST 22 IS QUITE Witt IT BE SIMPLE, MISS = HE THINKS ALL THE 0 SR ae PUBLICITY AND APPLAUSE) ,SUTI SIMPLY Courrn PrRiZES ARE UTTERLY LUSH— FUR COATS — A CONVERTIBLE ~ AND STUFF MAY Go TO AGIRLS HEAD./— By Jose Salinas and Rod Reed WERE RIGHT, PANCHO. EVERYTHING 6 PERFECTLY SANE...EXCEPT THAT LIVESTOCK ARE IN THE HOUSE AND PEOPLE ARE IN THE CORRAL. ICE MELTS AN DOWN MADRE MIA. PANCHO THINKS THE ONLY ONE HERE WITH ANY HORSE SAYS By RELMAN MORIN (For Hal boyle) NEW YORK # — It was a steamy summer day, hot and sticky, and not the best time in the world to take a little girl to Washington, sight-seeing. But, I thought, Mary isn’t ex- actly a little girl any more... She’s nearly 13 ... Pretty soon she will be studying American his- tory in school ... and then gov- ernment ... How much did you know about government when you | were 12-going-on-13? ... Practical- | ly nothing except Bunker Hill and ! that picture of Washington cross- ing the Delaware ... That’s about all any kid knows at that age — | So show Mary the Declaration ; of Independence and the White | House and a few things she can understand ... Maybe it will help | when they start cramming history | down her throat ... But make it | simple. In the plane, Mary suddenly looked up from the airlines map and said: “Dad, did you like Mr. Steven- son’s speech better than Gen. Ei- senhower’s?”” “What speeches do you mean?” “At the conventions,” she said, patiently. “I don’t know which one I liked best.” I asked her how she knew about them. “On' the TV, of course,” she| said. “I saw them on TV. And I saw Mrs. Roosevelt and President Truman and just about the whole convention. It was pretty good, too.” Well, of course, there is tele- vision nowadays. But you think of kids looking at nothing but West- | terns. “I bet you don’t know what Mr. Stevenson's middle name is,” said Mary. “Certainly I do. It’s -~-.” “Ewing,” she said. “I heard a | man win some money on a radio quiz program when he knew that. But he didn't know how many Republican governors there have been in Illinois since Lincoln. It’s four, I think. Or three. No, I think they said four when they told the man” circling over Alexandria for the run - in toward Washington. I started pointing out the landmarks, the Capitol, the Washington Mon- ument, the Senate Office Building. “And there’s the Jefferson Me- NEW YORK (#—The ninth Mrs. Tommy Manville, a bride of 27 days, left by plane for Mexico yes- terday to obtain a divorce from the 58-year-old asbesios heir. Mrs. Manville, the former Anita Eden, said Manville had made a “quite satisfactory” financial ar- rangement. } “He gave me $50,000 to get the divorce and a $50,000 bonus,” she said. “What was the bonus for?” asked a reporter. “That’s just his way of fooling around,” she said. “‘What a sense of humor the man has!” Furthermore, the $100,000 was tax free, she said, because “Tom- my paid all the taxes.” sheethed in glass, with the warm light glowing around the edges. “Gee,” she said at last, “there must be some way of fixing it.” In the Capitol, beneath the great central dome, crowds of languid tourists were moving about, peer- ing at the portraits of generals and statesmen. Mary said, “It would have been pretty awful if both sides had the A-bomb in the Civil War.” Mary stood on the lawn in front of Washington’s home at Mount! Vernon. “It's such a nice house,” she said. “I wonder why he didn't have a swimming pool.” stone rocks about the size of a fist have rained down from some- where onto the roof of Lewis Schattin’s farmhouse. The Schattin farm, five miles north of Evansville, is on level ground, and stands in the Neighbors and curiosity » have stood guard at the heuse and in surrounding fields, yet the rockfall continues from an as yet just as mystified as the next ene. Deputy Sheriff Leonard Denton went out Tuesday night and was just as mystified as the nextene. David M. Bigelow, director of education at the Evansville Pub- lic Museum, suggested that lime- stone layers under incinerators sometimes ex; Lewis thought that Interesting, but he hes had no fires on the premises. Circus Performer Injured In Act LAFAYETTE, Ind. — “Tron Jaw” Roberto Rolan, 17, fell 40 feet when he slipped from his mouthpiece while performing with Barnes Bros. Circus. He suffered possible fractures of both arms, one hip, one wrist and injured if rl pit ey ameen