The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 8, 1952, Page 8

“THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Friday, August 8, 1952 Page 8 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH HOWDY, TIGER !! Ff PULL UP A CHAIR AN’ PITCH IN ALL THOSE CALORIES ? TH’ SHIF'LESS T WOULDN'T SKONK {S IN YONDER EATIN' HIS WHO WRITES FROM THE SAHARHAR FEAST Your |= Bye NOW! I'VE GorTA EYES ON THAT! I ZOOM .’ HAVE TO GO SEE Pur MY BONUS MONBY } THE LOCAL LOVELIES IN INTHE BANK’ 1M, STHE BEAUTY PRACTICALLY RICH" *) REMEMBER ME 2? I'M THE GUY You HAD A DsTE ONLY THINK HOW IT MAKES A VETERAN FEEL ... THEM AIN'T CALORIES -- 1g Features Syndicate, Inc, World rights reserved. You'VE BEEN NEGLECTING ME LATELY! WHATS ALL THIS CAREER-GireL STUFF 2 How's ABouT MAKING ME Your CAREER?! To Picic uP VERA {SHE'S | contest! AFTER FIGHTING HIS WAY uP THROUGH TH MINORS AND INTO TH BIG SHOW, ALONG C A.KID WHOS PAID MORE BEFORE HE SWINGS A BAT THAN THE OLD PRO HAS J] MADE IN HIS ENTIRE CAREER? | to look like a magician HELL'S HORSEMAN AP Newsteotures a Chapter Four Ney miles away from the IMI little settlement almost under the bluff, where three men sat locked behind heavy log walls, a bell-stacked tekeeanecier engine roaned jerkily around a sharp t in the mountainous country, creeping along at a fifteen mile clip, its three cars swaying. In the second car back the pos- sengers were few. But up near the front of the coach two very pretty girls sat with two men. One of se men was obviously aman of affluence. He was about sixty or younger, with a short, neatly trimmed mustache that was shot with gray. He sat facing the two girls, and from the looks he bestowed upon the one with honey-colored hair and blue eyes it was obvious that she was his daughter. His name was Holland Forrest, buyer of King Ramson’s big ranch. Her name was Helen. His eyes caught her with lazy, fatherly pride and he grinned. “Tired, kitten?” She shook her head, stifling a pretty yawn. Everything about her bespoke the woman of educa- tion and culture-and wealth. She was about twenty and every movement of her slim body and toss of her head said that she was an aristocrat, a trifle spoiled _perhaps, and used to having her ) way. rankly, Dad, I’m bored,” she said, yawning again with a hand * over her mouth. “All I've heard you and Belle and Mr. Ramson talk about is this wonderful West and its big ranches and scads of cowboys and outlaws. It’s been a good twelve hours since we boarded this train and there hasn’t been a single hold-up or murder yet.” The woman Belle, about twen- ty-three, let go a peal of laugh- ter. She too was tall and not quite so pretty, but indelibl: upon her was branded the mar! of the outdoor Western woman. She glanced with mischievous eyes at the second man, sitting beside Helen’s father. . ‘I’m a little disappointed in you, Ro,” she said, and there was irony in her tones. “Why?” he grunted. Belle Ramson, daughter of King Ramson, grinned at him. Malice BY WILLIAM HOPSON crept into her mirth. She looked] soon followed and found him in! over his big frame, the fancy|a poker game with three other clothes he wore, the too long hair} men. They settled down to cards that was swept back over his ears| and time’ passed. Presently the under the big white hat. This was Ro Rundert, right-hand man to King Ramson, and whispers went througn the bad country that he was slated to become the King’s son-in-law. “Why?” she asked mockingly. “Because Dad sent you four hun- dred miles to meet us and ride in, just to be sure nothing happens. And nothing does happen. You aren’t even packing a gun.” His darkly handsome face broke into a scowl. “I see that a few months visit back East hasn’t changed you, Belle,” he growled. “He’s a regular bear, Ro is, Helen,” Belle Ramson went on maliciously. “You wouldn’t think, now would you, that this is the great Ro Rundert who's reported to have killed a number of men?” Helen Forrest's eyes widened with renewed interest, but Run- dert, his lips thinning in exasper- ation, refused to rise to the bait. “Yes, darling,” Belle went on, “he’s got quite a reputation as a badman with a gun. Almost as bad as Black Jack Caswell or even Montana.” She was deliberately needling the man and Holland Forrest realized it. member the King saying some- thing akout him back East a few home. Something of a mystery, I believe. Nobody knows who he is.” “Buckner—that’s a squawman who has a small place four miles south from the ranch—saw him once, the night he fought it out with some of Black Jack’s men,” Belle said. “Montana killed four, of them and wounded the fifth. Dad said Buckner told him he'd) never seen anything like it. And| of course, Helen, Ro is very jealous.” snapped Ro Rundert; and Helen Forrest: “You mustn’t poy any attention to her, Helen, She’ ae trying to hoo-raw me.” NVERSATION lapsed. Run- dert got up presently and NOTES / By BOB THOMAS see it; now you don’t.” 1 must admit that I had to stifle | a yawn when Tony Curtis started displaying his bag of magic tricks. Amateur magicians and people who do card tricks at parties have always bored me. But my interest started to quicken when Curtis went into his act. “Now I take this red ball, and suddenly, it disappears. Oops, here it is.” And so he made a red ball come and go and then multinly into many | red balls. Not bad. Then he did a routine with some steel rings, mak ing them engage and disengage. Pretty good. Then he seemingly picked some playing cards out of the air and made them vanish, Remarkable. He also performed a card trick which was titled ‘out of this world.” It was. “How's that for a beginner?” Curtis asked proudly, riffling a | deck of cards through the air I had to admit that his per formance was plenty okay. This was part of his homework for his role in “Houdini,” in which he'll impersonate the famed magician It is his first. loan-out from Uni. versal-International and his big- gest film to date. No wonder he has been working like a beaver for it. “I've been practicing mag a week and a half alread, explained. “I come to the studio for three hours to learn under George London, then I work at home for four or five hours. And I’m not even on salary yet “That doesn’t matter. I'm so nuts about this part that I want I know the studio could show close-ups of some other guy doing the tricks, but I wouldn’t feel right about it It'll give the picture an® added value if people see me doing the tricks myself. “I know a lot of young actors who would slough it off and not | report to work until they get paid I don’t dig that. The main thing is to keep acting and learning your work, whether you're paid for | it or not. That’s the only way an | actor gets better.” George London, who was stage manager for Thurston, Blackstone | and other great magic acts, ex | pressed amazement at the ability of his pupil. “Why, Tony is doing tricks after 10 days that most new | Magicians would have to work on for 30 weeks,” he exclaimed | “I want to learn everything I can about Houdini,” said the eager | Curtis. “I even asked George to bring in some of Houdini’s diaries | that be owns. I want to know what kind of a man be was.” I asked London for the secret of | Houdini’s greatness. | “It was sh anship,” he re “His greatest trick was the se torture. He allowed o be shackled and i bead-down into water. We'll show Results In HOLLYWOOD — “Now you ‘Murder Char we PRINCE GEORGE, B. C. (B—A Pinchi Creek Indian is chaxged by he Royal Canadian Mounted Po- ice with murder by speedbiat. He is Francois Peter Dermis, 38, accused of killing a fellow tribes- man, William Austin, 54, Death last Saturday was witness- ed in Stuart Lake by the victim's wife and two children. Tlse police said that Dennis and Austin had argued. Austin started out on the lake in his boat and Demnis follow- oad in a speedboat. LEER SE SRSA AEE ok that in the picture, and Tony will do it himself.” Will magical secrets be exposed in the film? “Oh, no,” London assiared. “‘Hou- dini never believed in sgiving away | his secrets. The only thing he ex- posed was fake spiritualism. Curtis is co-starring ‘with his wife Janet Leigh, in “Houdi There have been reports that he will be sawing her in half for the film. | ndon denied this. “Sawing a woman in half was nvented by an English magician after Houdini died,” he reported. “Montana?” he asked. “I re-| a, weeks ago before he came on}; went up into the smoker. Forrest '¥ players became aware that the train was, slowing down. “What’s up, conductor?” Run= dert asked. “Flag. stop up ahead. Place called: Smeller-A-Mile.” Theytrain aropved and the con- ductor‘got off. Footsteps sounded without and boots clanked against metal. The door opened and a man came in. Holland Forrest looked: up to see a slender man in hisytwenties in a black alpaca coat that revealed beneath it the bulge of cartridge belts. He car ried # saddle over one shoulder and amother large bag. Rundert’s eyes too had seen the bulge of the guns. They flicked up from his cards, flicked back again. The ag went on. Montana went lown the swaying aisle as the traim got under way, passing into the coach where the two girls sat. He saw their quick look paid no heed. He settled down in his seat, aware that once or twice the pee of the two women had lodked his way with inereesng interest. He kept his gaze straight! ahead'and, after a half-hour, gave it up. He wanted a smoke any- hos. He got up and went into the smoker. As he sat down the train began its jerking motion in, presaging another stop. mtana saw the man with the lang hair pause card in hand, and laok up frowningly. The older an, well dressed and obviously Easterner, asked a question. “Now what are we stopping for, undert?” eclinivg see and Montana felt it move coldly along his midriff. Rundert! The Road Runner. His thoughts were interrupted by the train stopping. He heard the conductor's angry voice with- out, a curse in reply, and then a ed at the end of the man appear “Belle, will you shut up?” hall] coach. Hie too bore a saddle and to | slicker roll. Something struck hard at Mon- tana’s memory. A man, yelling hoarsely, going for his gun; the fire in S3uckner’s big stone fire- lace outlining his cr (To be continued) HOLLYWOOD Boat Ramming Dynamite Blast Ravages Town MAHONOY CITY, Pa. (®—A dy- namite-laden truck blew up in the tiny community of Craigs near | here, ravaging the entire town and injuring nine persons. Ten homes in Craigs—the entire | town—were damaged. The 50 resi- dents of the hamlet were thrown into a complete confusion. The truck driver, Frank Barn- hardt, 23, West Pittston, Pa., was running from the truck when the } blast bowled him over. He was in- jured by the concussion. Witnesses said the gruck caught fire near a brewery. Barnhardt | leaped from his cab and tried des- perately to extinguish the flames. Then he dashed away as the fire spread. 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