The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 1, 1952, Page 6

Pageé = THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Wednesday, October 1, 1952 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFIY SMITH GLORY BE! HOW _TH' TIME my LEETLE EBENEEZER (S A-WALKIN’, SNUFFY !! HE! YE DON'T SAY, RIDDLES !! --UH- MAW TELLS ME YORE LEETLE EB (S FIXIN' TO GIT HISSE'F A PLAYMATE (™% ITS ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO LISTEN TO MY BROTHER BIMMY'S SNORING - IT'S SO MUSICAL /’ AFRAID THE POC? GUY MUST BE I un 3 FROM HIS ROCKY CHAIR “TO TH BEDSTID pet aaa YEP-- HE SHORE (5, SILAS--BUT TODAY (M LOOKIN' FER A PRESENT FER LEETLE EB-- SOMETHIN’ PURT FER HIM gg LIARNIN' tp e E 4 oes I MUST BE CAREFUL NOT TO WAKE UP THE DEAR BOY! HE NEEDS HIS REST-, I. COULD GO AND SEE HIM - || KNEW WHICH ONE - YEP--HE LT OuT AN' WALKED ALL TH’ WAY HOW FUR (S THAT, RIDDLES P WAAL--LOOK TILL YORE BLUE (N TH' FACE, RIDDLES--I GOT EVER'THING FROM CLOTHESPINS WAAL, GOODY !! NOW YE CAN GIT HIM A PAPER ROUTE ! WAKE LIP, YOU LOAFER! you. AROLISE THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH YOUR SNORING! HO VULGAR CAN YOU GET?! LST PAID AV HOSPITAL IS HE IN? S HE'S IN IN THE HOSPITAL -- WORRIED ABOUT THE POOR FELLOW! ie SLATE 1 NEVER /_ FORGET JusT HOW HE ny LOOKED." Chapter 19 Bas election of the train captain d been casually and infor- for that night, and after evening meal had been eaten over to a clearing at the western end of the Grove. Burl and Clay joined a grow s gathered around a § -bearded, cadaverous trader nably be nobody but Colonel er,” he howled. grinned at Clay. 1,” he commented, “I won't Palmer’s not a good man.” “There’s Lang Graydon over there,” went on Burl, nodding vard a heavy-bodied, quiet- man. “Personally, he’s my nows the trail like a book a good, level head on his . Like to go across and get acquainted with him?” rossed the circle and Clay nself shaking hands with don and looking into a pair appraising light blue e solid strength and steadi- of Graydon’s handclasp. of the men had rolled a of whisky into the center he clearing and knocked in its ome tin cups lined a stump it, and now a shout went tes to the center! AH * for captain come we go z He walked slowly across the clearing and joined two other men who had also stepped forward into the center. The lean, cadaverous man who had been haranguing the group in favor of Palmer step for- ward and faced the crowd. “Who's he?” asked Clay. Burl chuckled. “That's Windy Campbell. Fancies himself as a politician.” Now, then, gents,” Windy yelled, “all of you Just sashay over there to the west side and come By GLADYS JACKSON Travel may not be so broaden- ing, at least not to outward appear- ances, but it sure is nice. From the moment I boarded a big Pan Am- erican Clipper (such luxury) in Miami, to the last delicious mo- ment of arriving back in Key West by car, I was livin! Seven twenty in the A, M. seems like a very preposterous hour to be setting off for anywhere, but was compensated by the fact that I would then have more time on Sun- day to enjoy myself, and the glori- ousness of early morning high in over tropic seas. A color of wide scope could not justice to the view of a incomparable beauty. hy: of the ocean floor | from deepest brown | throv gold, green and azure to | midnight blue presented the love- liest textile design never made on en of the camp began to drift | ¢, seemed well matched |li; jever been aboard across here one at a time and cast your vote and then pass on across the clearin’ to the far side. There's a drink of licker waitin’ here for Son want nobody comin Usrough ion’t want comin’ or seconds.” VER and over the ceremony was repeated, a ritual that finally developed a sort of hyp- notic magnetism for Clay. At first Palmer sho’ a stead: lead, but then Graydon ran ahe: and a little later Link overtook and passed them both. After that it was a seesaw. “Elisha Link in th’ lead,” Windy shouted, “with ninety-nine votes! Pn a OM LANDIN G “Bennett,” he said harshly, “I don’t know who you were figurin’ on votin’ for. The votin’s come to greenhorn I picks the captain of this wagon train.” He lifted his gun and moved slightly forward. ‘ve a right smart score to settle with you,” he went on, “but I might just ‘ibly be 1 to overlook it providin’ you cast your vote for Mr. Link over there.’ Colonel Palmer second with nine- | do ty-eight votes! And Lang Graydon ird with ninety-seven votes!” Clay and Burl and two t! men who had been ing with them were the only ones who had not voted. Burl cast his vote Graydon. The m also cast a vote for Gi ing Graydon and Li 3 ninety-nine votes each, while Pal- mer was only one vote behind. Clay walked slowly forward, a little displeased allowed himself to be thrust into lime- ite had turned his back that the shouting “had stopped. tha yutin; Even as his mind regi sot fact of silence, Burl’s shout of warning broke upon him. “Clay! Clay! Watch out behind yu! Half crouching, he swun; around, the cup of whisky stil clutehed in his hand. Buck Royle had left the crowd and was ing slowly toward him. Buck’s Ti Trip To Jamaica pier through throngs of curious blacks who were peddling their wares to throngs of more curious Middies who couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw a white gal tripping along below them. Whistles, catcalls, and remarks grew quieter and quieter as they began to realize that I might possi- bly be ‘the wife, sister, mother or sweetheart of one of their number, Just at the gangway, a very plea- sant voice called “Are you Mrs. Jackson?” Oh sweet relief! Sweet voice too! I was guided aboard, set down at a white linen covered table, and served a delicious tur- key dinner, all by the time that Ronnie appeared from some mys- terious place inside the great ship. Well, if the Navy eats like that, I like it! Back to the hotel after an inter- esting tour of the biggest ship I’ve where I was | treated with courtesy and kindness stop in Camagueya only the prospect of the next <ingston which was athtaking roller e ride over the seventy tains that rim the e 1 was sure able to tear off a few trees atop the meone would open beside me, circled the i came down into what tage point looked like However d we bounced a little runway @ p edge of said that passen- d inside. #s of quaran- s etc. was dis- Ob yes, an of a pretty eps of des th a big tray compliments of finery. With five of us set off } m wagon for me-half hours from. a plane nm three and three to bring os 830 he States. Oh well, yw there except ¢ so despera 4 make your | it mate too. Another lightning change - to another room too, this time a cor- ner one where there was a better | view and more breezes, and then off to explore the hotel and grounds first Weill, the outside of the hotel and grounds are a lot like our own Casa Marina. Here the comparison stops. It is not nearly so luxurious or | beautiful as the Casa Marina. How- ever it has a charm all its own that grows on you, and what it lacks io brash American Luxury p for in old world charm, s and genuine service guests. They have little wing around all over. gracicu to all i people They most hide under the carpets | and in tse cracks of the walls. The | minute you leave your room, they creep in and take care of every- | thing the way you really should do jit yourscif, and creep out again with never a sound. I tried hiding on the fire escape and bursting in at an odd moment to catch them at it, but newer succeeded. The near- est | came to it was a sest in the big beautiful Marine Bar by the swimming pool across the big lawn where IT had a clear view of our rooms, rod I saw one ing our lights flash om and off several times. When we got back, lo' The big tile tub was spotless, and we’ left it a lot less than that, the big bath towels were foided fresh and dry on the racks, the beds were smooth and neatly turned beck, our night clothes laid out on them The blinds adjusted just so. and the fans swinging slowiy back and forth. After that, I gave up trying to catch them at it and just sat back and enjoyed it. Calypso music, dinner consist- ing of course after endless course | of delicious food served im silence by white coated waiters, fine lof the Briareus, and an rogue room 1 guess) wooden a quicker tiring were my first ing that makes every bit as | much raucous noise as the one tres Office that rings w per- n ome this man who had presumed to threaten am pana and attempt to dictate control his acti He lifted the cup of whisky in mock sehute to hayes », Mr. Royle, ea feel Z ¥ i g # 4 Pele Ht & & savagely. It was pain no man could endure, and Buck dropped to his knees, but it brought him no sur- cease. Clay’s hands were grap-: ii of steel, t ng, wanted most out ‘jour windows. Well, sleep was gone and time going people appeared with menus. Here we were served a five course breakfast, from big dishes of trop- ical fruits through broiled fish, cereals, wheatcakes, eggs and meat with a delicious concoction they call Blyé Mountain Coffee. No matter that all three of us were dripping salt water all over the place, a beautiful white linen cloth was laid and a “serviette” laid across our soggy laps. Ab luxury! Ab Myrtle Bank! After a leisurely breakfast, only ended when the sugar company a- gain intervened with another plant- er’s punch, we decided that shopp- ing should take place immediately, With no thought to the fact that only “Mad Dogs and Englishmen” go out in the Noonday sun, we dressed and proceeded out into the street where at least two dozen taxi drivers, owners of antiquated Cadillacs, Packards and Lincolns, all vintage limousines insisted that we shouldn’t walk the single block up Harbor Street to the shops. We walked anyhow, followed by as mottley a crew as you could dig up in any foreign port. It made us feel pretty important though, and more so when as many fantasti- cally dressed women, old and young, and little kids too, all earry- ing baskets and bundles conta! purses, straw hats, dolls, and a the stuff the innocent tourist goes | for, all followed us down the street in an ever growing stream of people. So we arrived at the door- | way of an English shop specializ- | wary | awaited us in the outdoor | room, and after # | we ate that too, and | that siesta south of the border was | just our dish, and siesta it was four when we dicided to shop a i | close st four and everyone goes | home! That, friends, is cocktail and | tea time. So when you are in Rome, j (To be Continued) j i } j