The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 5, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH Friday, September 5, 1952 WHAT ON AIRTH BOY!!-THEARE's A YE eo SNAZZY OUTFIT, _ ie SNUFEY !t HOW COME WE WEREN'T (INVITED TO TH’ COSTUME DOIN' SOMETHIN’ BESIDES EXERCISE IN TH’ ATTIC q FIXED MY CAR? I COULDN'T GET IT STARTED / ni naan} a i P< OC ia POPEYE, WHEN We cer BACK HOME | WILL START BUSINESS! THE BEAUTY CONTEST, WOW SILLY! — IT'S Fore MARLENE'S MARRIED.’ —THAT’S YOUR BIG BREAK Y , By Fred Lasswell (aly HELL'S H - THAT HAIN'T NO COSTUME, COUSIN’ !! By George McManus DON'T YOu DARE BREATHE A WORD! I WANT~TO WIN, NATCH /— BUT NOT THAT THAT IENOCKS HER Our.” You're A i SY LOOKS... IT BOUNCED < STRAIGHT ~ HOW ‘BOUT THAT?.. \, TH LUCKIEST KETCH {had shown that Mrs. McClelland , tooth structures and other factors | be called marked or not, I don't | each other. We had been corre- | | sponding and it wasn't like meet- OND ‘HREE of the riders—Buckner, Black Jack Caswell, and the Dutchman—apparently had other ideas. They rode on up the lane and pulled up in front of the steps leading up eight feet to the veranda. “Hey,” called Buckner. “Any- body at home?” There was no answer. 2 “Probably took the squaws with dem,” et the Dutchman dis- appointedly. He twisted his huge girth and saddle leather creaked as they swung down. Buckner was first up the ste; still carrying his sawed-off. Stuck into the waist- band of his pants was a short- barrelled pistol whose front sight had been freshly filed away to peerent snagging. Black Jack and ie bigger man followed. - The: were halfway to the top, wit! Buckner still in the lead, when the front door opened and Mon- tana stepped through with his father at his heels. The elder Thornton held a heavy six-shooter, barrel down, at his right side. A Res Ot alyrie ene af- fably, grinning through his glossy beard. “Nice mornin’ b his is the pay-off,” Montana sai He might have found something else to say. There might have been an eepienetion: as to how and why they had deeided to come. But in the silence that fol- lowed, the smashing roar of a Winchester broke out from down at the corral and to a man the three wheeled. It sang out again, back of the blacksmith shop, across from the bunk house, not thirty yards away. One rider was down in the doorway, and with the second shot a man yelled and leaned forward to drag him inside while another slammed the coor. It went shut with a ba and Austin, ay working the icver on his Winchester, put a third shot through one of the small windows of the box-shaped affair and effectively sealed in the men of the Buckner-Caswell-Saunders ang on horse thieves and cut- 0a! Meet Face To Face; Not Sure By BETTY PROSSER CHICAGO (—Mrs. Mary Mc- | Clelland, San Pablo, Calif., and Mrs. Catherine Moroney met face- to-face Thursday but neither could say for sure wheather the latter was the mother and the other her daughter wno was kidnaped 22 years ago. ! Mrs. McClelland, an attractive , 24 year old brunette, said: “IT probably will never know” if. she is Mary Agnes Moroney, who was abducted at the age of two in 1930, Evidence compiled by two news- Papers, the Chicago Daily News and the Oakland (Calif.) Tribune, could be the long-missing Mary Agnes Moroney. The evidence was based on blood tests, similarities in in Mrs. McClelland’s background. Today Mrs, McClelland said: “I just don’t know. I think it has gone about as far as it can go. They have done about all they can do, and I probably will never know for sure.” Mrs. Moroney, a thin, worn woman of 40 who has borne seven other children, concurred. “It is impossible to say,” Mrs. Moroney told newsmen who gath- ered at the Moroney home on the West Side to witness the meeting. “She does look similar to the other children, but there is a little bit of difference—whether it would kaow.* Mrs. Moroney had said previ- ously she would rely on her feel- ings in trying to determine wheth- | er the California woman was her | long-lost daughter. What were her feelings? | “I felt warm toward the girl, | as far as that goes,” she told re- porters. “‘We put our arms about | ing a total stranger.” Mrs. Moroney’s husband, Mi- chael, 51, was nervous at meeting | | the young woman who might be | his eldest child. They were intro- duced by newsmen. Moroney, a small, gray-haired man in faded work jeans, approached Mrs. Mc- | Clelland shyly and asked: } “are you Mary McClelland?” | Newsmen who were busily inter- ; Viewing the young woman told ber: “This is Mr. Moroney.” seen pictures,” Later Moroney, speaking with an ‘The Dutchman wheeled, his face a mask of fury. From somewhere a_ gun flashed out and then the air over the steps seemed filled with flame spurts and a thin veil of black powdersmoke. Black Jack wheeled sideways, right hand al- ready inside his old coat, and short jets of flame lashed out from under his partly raised left arm. King Ramson fired only once, a wild shot that missed its target by five feet and slashed a long gash in a porch support before one of Black Jack’s shots drove him back against the wall and left him sagging. Fire caught the raider then. He was spun completely around and Montana shot him twice through the side as he turned and tum- bled down. Then Montana turned his guns on the Dutchman and. Buckner. Saunders’ bestial face turned a bursting red as the blood seemed driven to it by the shock- ing impact of the big bullets. But Montana, the terror of the panes ay upon him and making him shaky, had missed Buckner. He had missed him at not more than ten feet as Buckner, deadly cold and unperturbed, slapped the sawed-off into his left hand and snatched the pistol from his waistband. “Allus knew it!” he spat out triumphantly, probably meaning that a man with a waistband gun could come out victor in a pistol duel even with that flaming-faced rider on the porch above him. He might have attained his vic- tory, too, except that from a corner of the pes another man, his face swollen and blue, had stepped into view with a short saddle carbine in his big hands. It exploded once, snap shooting of the kind Carson had done on startled deer, and then a_ hot, empty shell went spinning over the rail of the porch as Ben Car- son jerked the lever. He gave only a cursory glance at the body rolling down the steps and then went over in a one-hand vault. He landed heavily eight feet below and began a lumbering run for the protection of the barn. From there he could cover the back of Mother, Daughter |Mob Attacks Indian Hospital BOMBAY, India @—A mob of students and others attacked the largest hospital in Hydedabad Indian state’s capital opened fire Three Flights Daily TO HAVANA Leave Arrive Flight Key West Havana 952 (10:15 A.M. 11:00 A.M, 954 1:45 P.M, 2:30 P.M. 956 4:00 PLM. 4:45 P.M, TO KEY WEST Leave Arrive Havane Key West 9:00 A.M. 9:45 A.M, 12:30 P.M, 1:15 P.M, 3:00 P.M. 3:45 P.M. Flight 951 953 55 the bunk house where Caswell's raiders were barred in. Ve turned slowly to look at his father. Thornton sagged against the wall beside the doorway, his gun gone, one hand clamped to his side. The fingers that had broken more than one man in physical combat but never mastered the use of a pistol were turning red against the spreading blotch on his shirt. A woman’s cry came from some- turned to Belle, who was slipping an arm around her father’s waist. “Better get him inside ick in case of shots from the bunk house,” he heard his voice saying almost wearily, and ran for the barn himself. of shells and gone to to get Sacknets sawed- ge; the nine pellets f load | poured into wii playing havoc with men back of the walls. were splintered sieves and all the windows were shot out when, less than an hour later, a bandana waved from the window, Montana sat there in the barn in the midst of a pile of scattered shells, watching as Austin and Carson took over the unarmed captives who came filing out with their hands in the air. He saw Helen on the porch, saw Belle come out and stand anxiously be- side her; he felt sick again and suddenly very lonely, It was while the other two men herded the prisoners toward the front porch that Montana made his decision. He picked up his saddle, cinched in on a long-legged claybank, led the animal out the opposite end of the barn, and mounted. A group of trees grew aver the west rim of the basin, south of the corrals, and inte these he disappeared, cane 4 (Te be continued) for the third time in 24 hours, Seven persons were wounded, The mob demanded delivery of the bodies of two persons killed Wednesday in a demonstration against the government of the state. Hyderabad is a center of Communist activity, - Early Egyptian methods of pre- | Thursday and police in the South| paring a body for preservation re- quired 70 days. Fly to Havana Also For Reservations Anywhere in the United States on Scheduled Airlines CALL AT 321 DUVAL ST. Next to Margaret Ann Store AEROVIAS “Q” S.A. 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