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Page & THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, September 2, 1952 GIT TH’ GOURD AN’ HELP YORESE'F, MISTOFER SID I NEVER DRANK No WATER OUT OF @ WELL BEFORE MAS, SMITH--T SEE AH! THIS i = YES-MRS. GLADYS KANBY!/ YOU'RE NEW NEIGHBOR -YES- WE YELLOW TIE SHOULD GET ACQUAINTED- WHAT ? I'D GOES WELL LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER TO WITH. THIS CALL ON US = TELL BLUE suit! | FEEL THAT WE HAVE PASSED Him BY ONCE CURIOSIKY SEEKERS ! : THEY ARE GOIN'-AN' GOOD J~=, iO “THe LOOKS LIKE A FEW DAYS AFTER UNCLE EZRA'S DiS- APPEARANCE, HIS HAT AND COAT WERE OZARK IKE AND TH EAGLES ARE TIED WITH BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH . Zy opr. 1952, King Features Syndicate, Inc., World rights reserved LATER IN| SF THE JUDGES CAN'T DECIDE.” ONE OF US IS PRACTICALLY SURE TOWN! O-HUM) ...ANTO BED AT NINE AN UP AT SEVEN, MISTUH THAT SURE (S GREAT WELL WATER YOU GOT THERE, J MR. SMITH-- LUM AND LISTEN TO THE: YE DON'T SAY BY DOGGIES ONE OF THESE DAYS ('M GOIN' TO SAMPLE IT, \\ MAYSE'F NOX COULD HELP BY MOVING NOW AND THEN!! By Paul Robinson COME ON OUT, BEAUTIFUL! BOYS OUTSIDE.’ ISN'T THAT MUSIC?! . ~—s U CLOSED By Roy Gotto NIGHT LONG J “EM OPEN TH NEXT NINE INNINGS F TAN “Chapter 24 BUCKNER closed the door back of him and called out in a low voice: “Ring! Ring!” _No answer in the form of run- ning feet, big and padded. Buck- ner's eyes went to the corral. He could tell by the attitude of the horses that it was pretty quiet out there; but the dog was usually always around and the squaw didn’t. imagine thi He didn’t like the looks of the place. He knew that somewhere out there the gun fighter who had killed a number of Black Jack’s_men was playing his own that game was Buckner didn’t pretend to know, but one. thing was certain: none of their lives would be safe until that man was dead. The squawman called again to the absent dog. He paused as though in uncertainty, glanced at the shed where Ben Carson had been bound, and then moved to- ward the corral. He went not as a white man walks, but like an Indian, low, crouched over, shot- gun cradled at his hip and keep- ing in the shadows. He reached the corner of the corral and then he saw the dog. He saw two other things too, almost simultaneously: the long feathered shaft sticking from its throat and: the man who crouched below the bank not far away. A splashing sound flicked his attention elsewhere and he recognized Ben Carson's figure stumbling through knee-deep water to the opposite shore of the creek and the timber beyond. Buckner looked down the bar- rel of the cocked Colt, his own gun, uncocked, lining ‘Montana’s middle—and he knew that if he tried to cock, the sawed-off it would be his death warrant. “T'm going to kill that damned squaw,” Buckner said in a low voice, “I'll get her ni her black hair and twist until her head comes off.” “I'm not interested in the squaw,” Montana replied tone- lessly. “Her father told me that bow and quiver of arrows were a good omen for us. Injun superstition, HAL | BOYLE : SAYS By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (#—Labor Day al- ways makes millions of Americans uneasy. They hate to have their work in- terrupted by another holiday, and their conscience bothers them. “TI feel guilty,” they tell them- selves, “I'd much rather be on the job.” (Editor’s note: Where does Boyle meet all these strange characters?) Such people need to be reminded that while the used key is always bright, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy indeed. Here are a few historic utter- ances by great minds of the past to justify to the average hf&rd- working employe the 24 hours he is forced to take off from his job because of a heartless boss’ edict that he must observe Labor Day: “Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutified’—Nathaniel Hawthorne. “A toiling dog comes halting home"—Thomas Fuller. “Ah, why should life all labor be?”’—Tennyson. “Those who always labor can | have no true judgment”—Edmund Burke. “What profit hath a man of all | his labor which he taketh under the sun?”—Ecclesiastes. “The hours are long, the pay is | small, so take your time and buck | them all”—An old LW.W. poster. | “] like work; it fascinates me. I | ean sit and look at it for hours’—| Jerome K. Jerome. “A day’s work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man | who does it need’s a day's suste- | nance, a night’s repose, and due | leisure, whether he be painter or | | plowman”—Bernard Shaw. | “Work is not a good. Then what is a good? The scorning of work” —Senecy (This old Roman must have had a split personality, how- | ever, as he also wrote, “Work is | the sustenance of noble minds.”) “Be jdle, be very idle! habits of your mind are such that you will necessarily do much; but | be as idle as you can”—S. T. Col- | eridge. . | “Six hours are enough for work; | the others say to men, ‘Live’!”— | Lacian. “God loves an idle rainbow, no less than laboring seas’ —Ralph | Hodgson. | It is impossible to enjoy idling ; thoroughly unless one has plenty lof work to do”—Jerome K. Je jrome. (This guy was more con- sistent than Seneca.) “As peace is the end of war, $0 | to be idle is the ultimate purpose | of the bysy .. . We would all be | idle if we could” —Samuel Johnson. j “Life does not agree with phil-| |osophy: There is no happiness | without ideness, and only the use- | less is pleasurable”—Trhekhov, a | Russian who never met 5.alin. “The lary man gets round the sun as quickly as the busy one”— {R. T. Wombat. “1 could lve for months withoot 30) HEL fame. What | d. The | L'S HORSEMAN BY WILLIAM HOPSON mebbe, but he said never to let it out of the house. And then she got drunk and gave it to Leota one day. I'll kill her, I tell you!” he repeated. “I'm not interested,” Montana repeated. “We've got this place surrounded.” _Which was stretching things a bit, but then Buckner couldn’t know. He asked a question. “Where’s Ramson?” “Out there,” jerking his head back, his eyes never leaving the uncocked sawed-off. “With a Win- chester’s sights lined on the back i” Buckner let go a grim sound that ‘might have been a chuck- le. “Men live by guns in this country, Mister. That door and those.walls are bullet-proof. I’ve got a ‘piece of sheet steel bolted to it on the inside. Come again.” “The deal stands, Buckner. You've got the girls and we can’t close in. We're out here and you can’t get out alive—not one of you. It’s your move.” “You forget the Dutchman,” grinned the squawman, his eyes now the eyes of a rattler: opaque, unblinking. “The minute you open up he'll make for the bedroom with a knife. He was married ... once, you know. It’s your move.” ONTANA thought swiftly, eye- 4 ane that strangely calm man with the shotgun. He felt calm himself and yet he knew that that man five feet away was the calmer of the two; it was in Buck- ner’s words, his bearing. He had the upper hand and he knew it. | th Montana tried once more. was asleep not far away from the coach today when Rundert wel- comed his cronies. I overheard the whole deal—ransom and all. I've talked to my—to King Ram: son. He can’t afer what you're going to ask. He’s been cleaned out. He’s broke, through. He hasn’t got a dime. So the money vant of it is out. If you hold out for the Forrest girl’s ranch it would only be a matter of time ie | until we brought a "Jnited States | the marshal in here with plenty of men and that would mean a rope} for every man of you.” “Well?” whispered Buckner. “Let the girls walk out. Wel?! pull out. After that it’s any man’s: “I'd have to talk it over with] the others inside. And I might not come out again.” 3 “You'll come out, all right, I've; got a small bottle of kerosene and some rags from the ranch to make: fire arrows. Thase walls might be bullet-proof, Buckner, but that ae oe you had Carson will’ urn like tinder, I'll you: five minutes.” sii UCKNER the turned, shung deadly double-barrel carelessly; over one arm, and started walk- ing toward the building. He saun- tered easily, confidence in the set of his shoulders, and Montana watched him go with mi emotions. Four men: Black tak, the Dutchman, Ro Rundert . . . and Buckner, Of them all he now’ feared Buckner the most. : They were a long five minutes. An owl hooted, somewhere out! across the creek among the trees. It hooted a second time. Montana’ gave back an answer to Austin, waiting over there with a broken Jim Thornton, If the bluff worked, in a matter of minutes Thornton would have back his daughter; a daughter going back to him with the knowledge that he was more than a buyer of stolen stock. He was a father who had swindled her best friends. | And Thornton, in turn, would have to break the news to her of his past; that the man with em was Beile’s half-brother, that her real name was not Ram- son but Thornton. Don’t do it, Brand, the voice began to whisper again. For my sake, don’t do it, don’t do it, don't do it... And he knew that the} strain of waiting was causing his’ imagination to play tricks wpon him. He threw off the thought and hurriedly waded back up the creek As he retui FU.N. Aids Yugoslavia in Vocational Training | Yugoslavia gets ready to open its first Center disabled persons who number about 500,000 in tha: of these are partisans, injured during the war. hands, some are industrial workers. This vocational training shop is the first of several and is planned as a demonstration aided by the United Nations Technical Assistance Board, Here director, Dr. Miroslav Zotorie (center), assisted by two por d examines plans for proper placing of machines supplied by the NEWS DALLAS (#—If you've got a low | IQ and it’s worrying you—don't let it. i That's the advice of a Southern | Methodist University psychology | professor. Dr. A. Q. Sartrain told a Dallas | business club here that: 1. Intelligence tests aren’t al- ways accurate, and 2. Their importance is probably | exaggerated, anyhow. Louisville, Ky., ®—A_ cut-rate; salesman began a 6-month jail | term today for knocking on the! John E. Dugan's esreer was cut | short after he stopped at the home | jof Police Sgt. Walter Jones and | offered to sell the officer's wife | a new pair of pants for a quarter. When there was no'‘sale, he de- | manded a cigarette and left Informed of what happened, the | | sergeant interrupted his bath and | arrested Dugan. ~ | In police court, he admitted tak- | ing the pants from a parked car. | 1 | VENICE, Italy, #—The licensed | | gondoliers of Venice threatened to- day to strike for higher fares or | move to lake cities elsewhere in Italy unless the City Council! performing any kind of labor, and | at the expiration of that time 1} should feel fresh ‘and vigorous enough to go right on in the same way for numerous more months” —Artemus Ward. - | “Tt is well to lie fallow for a) while"—M. F. Tupper. j “I loaf and invite my soul, 1) Jean and loafe at my ease observ- | \ing a spear of summer grass”—/ | Walt Whitman. 4 | | “The more Ameri. | | cam hero in the carlier day, and | the more beloved type at all times, was not the hustler but the whittier”—Mark Sullivan. ‘ ets. BRIEFS | grants them protection against motorboat competion. Angelo Maddaleno, the gondo- liers’ spokesman for 40 years, told Council members the man who pole the famous eraft are going broke. Motorboats are taking many of their customers, he com- plained, and wakes thrown off by the speeding boats are spoiling the romance of gondola rides, WASHINGTON # — The new F-89D Scorpion jet interceptor planes will carry a stronger bite now: The Air Force says it is arm- ing them with rockets ad of convention 20-millimeter cannon. The Scorpion, with a speed of over 600 miles an hour, is the third |type of jet fighter in which the Air Force has abandoned standar@ | guns for the harder - hitting rock- NARROWSBURG, N. Y. @—In- creased juvenile delinquency ig confronting American communt- ties with an alarming situation, says the chief of the Children’s Bureau of the Federal Security Agency. of the National Jewish Youth Com dference said in part: on a community - by - community basis, all over the nation.” STRONG ARM BRAD COPFE: Triumph Coffee Mill at all GROCERS enter eer sccarraeess f *

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