The Key West Citizen Newspaper, September 30, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, September 30, 1952 WESTPORT a LANDIN G ‘AP Newsteatures By Fred Lesswell THAT'S BALLS 0’ FIRE mm TH CRITTER TH LEDBETTERS AIN' ‘ 2 HAD A YOUNG-UN IN (M TALKIN SSS = TWENTY- ODD > Chapter 18 the trail. When be, looked back] the gatablishea compe. aeas the 2 Yr ;_| her slim figure was already faintly cooking fires to the ac- YEARS !! BLS Se ae W seataeety speculated sheptle blurred in the white mist of moon: paniment of shouts and curses Ns cally as to oe er or not @ljicht. But her fareweli reached! {from the teamsters as the | oman, even such @ woman 8S) him like a clear ell chiming in| lashes of their w.1ips flashed Sally, could survive the ruthless] t). night. snapped above the ears of their competition of the older and more! «Good-by, darling! Good-by. I'l] mules and oxen. The ground fe benenee steumivoe onets roe be waiting when you come back|s!oped gently down to the bank ut it was a topic that soon lost} soain!” of the creek, and in an open its tang in the more important oniy a dozen yards from its posing sot ecuinping the pro ‘HEY had been two weeks on| Bur! directed the wagons into the ae a fae em on their! J the trail and Westport was 140) hollow circle that would serve as long trek to Santa Fe. miles behind them when they| both s corral and a fortress on ; | Clay and Burl were ready to] pulled into Council Grove. Like| the plains. leave. and, in anticipation of} an oasis in the desert, the Grove’s}_ Men drifted up as they estab- Clay's absence, Sally rented a/ heavy growth of maple and hick-| lished their camp, some old Cee few miles oe West-| ory, ‘oak, elm, and ash, offered! friends of Burl’s who were in- | port. There, with the help of Re-| welcome surcease from the blaz-| clined to reminiscence of storms | pete the noues sewer oe ae ing, scorching sunlight that had| and stampedes and Indian attacks, | taken over with the cabin, she/ drenched them on the plains. others who were still unattached | Be to wait for oe Se eiin There were men gathered there| to any party and were seeking pois she occupied . with] of every degree and every race:|companions for the long trail to ibe opera com of the Missouri) Mexican Senmnsters, strange and | Santa Fe. : exotic in wide-brimmed som- i here , Now, on the eve of Clay’s de-| breros and brilliant serapes; taci- ee Shere fee = be- parture, it was time to say good-/turn Indian hunters with shaved) Whiskered individual drawled by, here in the solitude that sur-| heads or with a coal-black| from his reclining position beside rounded Sally’s cabin, here in the} hair swinging in braids about/the fre that McQuitty had built. silence of the warm spring night.| their shoulders; American traders) «we got nigh onto a hundred | The too short hours had spun|and adventurers, hard, obstinate,| wagons gathered up here now H themselves away into nothing-| opinionated men, with tempers and the boys are fixin’ to hold an ness, leaving only this final mo-}held on hair-trigger ne HE'S RIGHT OVER YONDER, RIDDLES --CELEBRATIN' TH' NEW LEDBETTER YOUNG-UN ine, WORLD RIGHTS RESERVED BRINGING UP FATHER fr = (EVEN O'CLOCK AND = i NO SIGN OF JIGGS > YET! --BUT THANK SODNESS THE RAIN & ALMOST OVER! By George McManus é YOU'LL BE MORE LIMP WHEN IT GET THROUGH WHAT KEPT YOU\ / THE GAME SO LATE?I = WENT INTO THOUGHT YOU / EXTRA INNINGS! WERE GOING GOLLY- WHAT TO THE BALL J EXCITEMENT?--IM JUST LIMP/ YOU'D BETTER START HOME NOW - JIGGS -- THE GAME MUST BE OVER WHAT A NICE QuigT SPOT TO SPEND THE AFTERNOON!--AND IT TOLD MAGGIE I WAS TAKING A CUSTOMER TO THE GAME WAS CANCELLED | ON ACCOUNT OF | DEANS nu (NSS OLNE, MAY) ovRSe ASK JUST WHAT You WILL. DO WITH THE MONSTER 22 YES, ISS OLNE, RIGHT AWAY! ETTA KETT RUN FOR YouR LIFE!) HERE AE THE OLD GRADS.” WE'VE MET THE CUTEST BOYS.’ HERE COME OuR ISNT THIS OLD CLASS REUNION OF OUR DADS, FUN / bs HEY! WHATS yun DONE IT, *~f .. put AH. | ZiP..GOT YOSELF = STILL AINT YES. A SPLENDID HE'S TRYING TO SAVE ciSCO AND NICK, TELL YATH GIFT WED By Paul Robinson 7 OF ALL THE MOLDY TRICKS {/ TO THINK OUR OWN FATHERS WOULD DO THAT CISCO TAUGHT ME TO THROW A LASSO, T PRAY T DO ITRIGHT. CAUSE ALL US BUGS ARE ment that could hold nothing but farewell. little as he tightened the turned back to Sally. ture in his pack. woman of property now—and I'll always be all right.” arms, smiling up at him. “Don’t worry about me, Clay. Just take treasure to find.” “T’'ve got a fine treasure here.” Then he turned away and swun: himself into the saddle. He lift a hand in farewell and pulled Kentucky’s head around toward HOLLYWOOD NOTES By BOB THOMAS HOLLYWOOD (#—Picture post- |eards to picture people: Having collected the last leg of my vacation on the sunny sands | of Balboa, I am catching up with | the movie news again. I think I'll | exercise the vacationist’s privilege | and toss a few postcards to people |who have been making the head- lines. | Howard Hugheg¢—So you've sold | out your interest in RKO, eh? Weil, |1 hope this doesn’t mean that you |and your sneakers are walking off the Hollywood scene. We need you. | Not that you have contributed any- thing to the art of the cinema, but columnists must have colorful characters to write about. Humphrey Bogart—I saw you on television last week. You were pre- senting a tennis award to Maureen | Connolly. What is this? Are you harking back te the days when you used to romp onstage and re- mark, “Tennis, anyone?” Does this mean you are going in for outdoor sports? Maybe you'd better stick to being an indoor sport. Mary Pickford—Gee, the saddest news I’ve seen recently was your bow-out on the movie you were buckle on Kentucky’s saddle and “T hate to leave you here alone.” : He hesitated. “If you need any-|¢°me pouring into the West to thing, there’s always Bingham.” She laughed softly, reassuring-| ries and sheer-walled canyons of Aste heaieaun eo many, Bee this new, unpredictable, magically know that the traveler lags who| “granted lan carries both the past and the fu-| ahead of the double line of wag- lighthearted French - Canadians; an occasional lady of quality trav- It was no time for tears, and in| eling west with her husbanc in a any event they were not made for| well-sprung, carefull tears. But Clay was prowening a|carriage; laughing ast curtained 'rench and Mexican women; squaws, trap- pers, Negroes, soldiers—all in a boiling, bubbling, dream-driven melange of humanity that had find fame or fortune or, perhaps, forgetfulness in the empty prai- Clay and Burl rode a little ons they had brought from West- “Don’t forget the Missouri Maid,| port, and as they came into the darling,” she said lightly. “I’m a|shadows of the Grove men stopped their work or their end- less discussion to call friendly She moved forward into his greckings and rough warnings to e train that was pulling in. “We'll get down near the cen- care of yourself. You’ve got a/ter of the Grove and near the creek,” said Burl. “Handy to wood and water and more protection against the rain if it happens a storm whips oe : The wagons followed them in a Jong, curving line, moving between By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (#—You don't have to be unknown to be an unsuccess- ful song writer-although of course it is a great big help. But the 1,000,000 or more obscure yearning Americans to whose dit- ties Tin Pan Alley has turned a deaf ear can take some consola- tion( Their plight is shared by one of the most glamorous stars of the entertainment industry. his grandchildren and the touring company of ‘South Pacific.” I asked him about his two widely separated acting chores “The first was when I was a young man,” he related. “I was stage manager for one of my |uncle’s plays, and the script called for the stage manager to come onstage and say a few lines. So I played myself. But the play only lasted three weeks. I don't know \if my performance had anything \to do with that, but it certainly | didn't help }to be an actor. I did a lot of it in college, where I could write my own material and direct and produce myself in it. But after- wards nobody would give me a chance to act. I guess my family, going to do. I wish you'd find an- other script you like and go through with it. That might be just the thing to get the over-35 audience back in the movie theaters. Betty Grable—How come you take another suspension after tell- jing me you'd do a “Smoky” re- make before you'd be suspended? And just because the studio wanted the queen of the musicals to play a former B girl who is duped into carrying secrets for the Commu- nists. Now is that a good reason? Mario Lanza—I have a new theme song for you, slim. It’s that vid spiritual, “‘Nobody Knows the I've Seen.” _¥ u too like d dig will soon be r top honors hirpers. But puh besides that n and Lewis—I am send- cover one pound being so close to the theater, didn't want me to become an actor.” The man who wrote the words for such shows as “Show Boat” and “Oklahoma!” will again be playing himself in ‘‘Main Street to Broadway.”’ He will do a theater lobby scene with his partner, Rich | ard Rodgers, and their wives “The script calls for me to ask someone for a match,” Hammer- | stein mentioned. “Which is very | interesting because neither Dick nor I smokes.” Speaking about his favorite topie the theater, Hammerstein admitted that the last season on Broadway was a bad one. “But I suspect there have been worse ones,” he said “Back in the ‘20s there were some good plays. But there were lots of others running that were pretty bad *“That'’s the trouble with the stage today: there is no margin for error. A show h be a ritca st. You ge some mendou: used to be able to 5. money out of a show that wasn't a smash B now that isn’t acclaimed can tensions; | election tonight and elect a train captain and a commander of the guard. Once we git that out of the sha hi I figger we'll be movin’ right along.” Clay had fallen into conversa- tion with another group that had wandered across from a nearby camping spot to sample the jug of whiskey that Burl had hospttably produced. “T seen you clean Buck Royle’s plow over to Westport,” one of them volunteered. “As nice a way of layin’ a feller out as I ever see, but I'd not stand there like you done while he run at me with that knife.” “It’s not as bad as it looks,” Clay explained. “Actually, the whole thing’s a matter of prac- tice. It took me a long time to learn how to do it.” “Reckon so,” agreed the other. “Only trouble is a man’s likely to git kilt a half dozen times afore he gits it learnt.” He paused, re- garding Clay speculatively. “Buck and his two brothers are over on t’other side o’ the grove,” he said noncommittally. (Te be continaed) HAL BOYLE SAYS She is Irene Manning, Ohio's blonde warbler. After singing thousands of other people’s songs, Irene decided to scribble a few herself. “I have written the music and lyrics for a dozen songs, and have a lot more I'm working on,” she said. The number she has had pub- lished add up to a fat round zero. But like any other amateur she eats the bread of hope. “The song, publishing business is quite different today she re- marked. “The disk jockeys are the kings now. You have to get a rec- ord made and played before a pub- lisher will ever hello to you.” But she is determined to popu- larize her songs even if she has to | become a lady disk jockey herself. Her output ranges from children's chants to love ballads like ‘I Want To ‘Break Even With You,” and a spiritual called “The Long Road Home.” “Funny thing, I always wanted | “Some of them are corny,” |frankly admitted Irene, but | pointed out that corn is a valuable product in any form. Song composing is just another string in the bow of this talented | gal who is at home in dramatic or comedy roles as well as in radio, stage or screne musicals. She returned recently from four years in London, where she had her own television show, and one of her goals now is a network | show here. | Irene feels that America has overcome the early British lead in video technique, but says there is still one advantage in performing on TV over there | “Since they don’t haves commer- cials, they aren't so tense about making a program end exactly os time. If it runs over a bit, no body minds-and that gives every- one a more relaxed feeling The thing that fascinates her British friends most about Amert- can television, she said, is the commercials “They think they are wonder- fully strange and amusing.” Five Die In Frame House Fire SOUTH CHARLESTON, W. Va. #—Flames which roared through APPRECIATE MOST, OZARK ... FOUR STRAIGHT WORLD , SERIES VICTORIES, > SO JERRY AND! f CAN GET GOING ON ‘OUR HONEYMOON J J 7!) ee < WULL START SHO’ GONNA BE IN THAR A-SWINGIN’ FER A FAST FINISH? e house in a lonely ea wiped out the lives old mother and four hildren ] her escaped but was J burned in the blaze Sum- ing. The other child with his great-grané- MARRIED AS HAD A CHANCE SOON AS WE > TBUY YUH. WON TH + “~{ NO WEDDIN PENNANT A, PRESENT.” } play is the theater. one. There doesn’t seem to be r s most successful writer | design to the era we are | ays will in. No r it is So PACKIN, # ent eee aces > as 7 PAL... . 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