The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 16, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY Thursday, October 16, 1952 HE WUZ DRETFUL NARVOUS WHEN THEY HAD THEIR FUST YOUNG-UN, Mat BUT HE'S COOL AS A CUCUMBER ABOUT THIS-UN-- RUN FER DOC\ HE TOL’ ME SO, HISSE'F -- PRITCHART . ENNY SECONT (2/7 Now is ‘aa waa, Paw-- 1 RECKON MINNIE - WiLL YOU PLEASE GET A BROOM AND SWEEP UP THESE BROKEN DIGHES ? SMITH — YOU ARGUE WITH YOUR HUSBAND -MLIM- WOULD YOU KINDLY DO SO EARLIER IN THE NEXT TIME )__// WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE TO YOU_WHAT TIME T ARGUE WITH My HUSBAND ? THE EVENING ? SUTA KETT i a {hh HOME SO EARLY DEAR! HOW WAS Your DATE = HE WAS GIVING ME'THE BIG PITCH! } WANTS TO GET” ENGANEO ‘THINK IT OVER, DReAMDusT .’ VHEW! IT MAKES ME WEARY, JUST TO WATCH! Ue PEATTRES SYRIUCATT fee WORLD Rocsith, Ree ARK IKE “\P SOUNDED Like ONG OF DAD'S IF YOU'LL START THE ARGUMENT RIGHT AFTER DINNER -- IT'LL SAVE ME THE - TROUBLE OF WASHING THE — FULL OF CAMPAIGN — POLITICAL SPEECES ~ , By Jose Salinas and Rod Reed i Sar shook her head in be- fi BR Grate & ont barely s y jay,” ‘otes: “Just Becktisce Tve vee few high- binders working for me in Louis—” He lifted his hand to: stem the flow of words. “Darling,” he said lightly, “you're still civilized Fags a to believe in law and or- der. I-don’t, for I’ve just come back from a territory where every Now listen closely and I'll explain it to you. Shepley can’t prose- cute a charge against me unless he has witnesses who'll go into court and swear I’m guilty. Wit- nesses can be bribed—or it~ they can even be—removed. All it takes is scout money to do the job, and the right men on the job do it. As it happens, you have the men and I have the money. -4 the time we get through wit! stand on!” Sally studied his face thought- fully, her quick mind busy with the possibilities of the plan. “I believe you're right,” she Sheer slowly. “It will take time. They'll have to find the witnesses and—persuade them.” She stood up and walked slowly across the room, revolving the risks and the gains, the dangers and the precautions that must be taken. Suddenly she spun around and faced him as ano! entered her mind. “But you won't be'safe here!” she exclaimed. “You'll be in dan- ger every hour until the last wit- ness is out of the way. Clay, had you A sige mies that?” » yes,” he agreed easily. “The idea did cross my mind, and there’s only one thing I can see to do, I'll take.a little trip down to Sam Houston's Republic of Texas —like every other outlaw with a en on his head and a good horse ; tween his legs.” Alb the bright cour: died in her face and her clenc! unconsciously flew to her. trem- ling lips. man makes his own laws. |: er thought | &x¢e| hand | the “Texas!” she cried. “Oh, Clay, no! Not Texas!” % Texas! Texas—and the Alamo and Goliad and San Jacinto? Texas—and Santa Anna’s hordes sweeping up across the border in the savage raids that left the very earth seared and blackened. Texas —fiame against fiame and lance against saber, no law but anarchy, no peace but death, no safety ex- cept the momen’ bastion a man might build behind his own flam- ing guns. Texas! Perately. “Oh, Clay, you can’t!” ened—into havi: ay 5 memories. If they're too inate It was sundown before he was to go, There'd been Meisen- him Shepley won’t have a leg to| dors cache to bury beneath the Manbet. the. soft pulpy, clinging to Kentucky's hoofs ; mal progress slow and difficult. At dawn, exhausted and he spread hi: blankets ong B shell an oveth: iff and off into fitful, ibied= ne “You can’t!” she whispered des- | and floor of Sally’s cabin—such of it| had as he was not taking with him in one of his saddlebags and in the wide m« belt strapped around his waist. There'd been food to Prepare and boots to mend and flasks to be refilled and to mold. Bir mr Seer, ere pag in the doory: and the urgency of the day was finished and there was nothing left to say—nothing € good-by. No bright-bloom- ing flower of ion could stay it or conceal it. No vows, no. prom- ises, no tears or hopes or fears could turn back the bitter hours. “Til come back, Sally,” Clay said gently. bag always 2ome back to you.” “T know. Oh, darling---I know!” It was just a whisper f fhe night, a memory of hearoredis and destroyed and bright en- chantment shattered in the dusk. “And if you can’t—” She caught her breath and lifted her face to his. “If you can’t, darling, I'll find way to Texas, and I'll find 7a rode: oll :pight benenth a HOLLYWOOD NOTES By BOB THOMAS HOLLYWOOD # — The movie crowd has never been able to un- derstand Montgomery Clift. The quiet young actor from Omaha, Neb., flashed on the film horizon five years ago. He was an immediate sensation with movie audiences and-attracted a young following that was reminiscent of Frank Sinatta’s. But he made no effort to cash in on his new fame. He failed to feed his following with enough pictures to keep his name in lights. Instead, he turned down script after script. He acted in only five pictures'in his entire film career. After being away from the cameras for almost three years he is back for another picture, “I Confess.” Clift is noted for being able to elude an interviewer’s questions like a Notre Dame fialfback. But I persisted and pinned him down they see me in a picture. The only way to do that is to pick seripts as carefully as possible.” He admitted that by appearing in so few films he has neglected the clamorous young audience that greeted his film debut. “I'm sorry about that,” he said. “It's good to have those kids on your side. But to keep them I'd have to make two or three pic- tures every year. I don't want to make pictures just for the sake of making pictures. I want them to be good.” Clift ceported that he often turns on how he has managed his movie | look career, “T don’t want to appear overly choosy in the way I pick scripts,” he remarked. “But I feel an obliga- tion to those who want to see me on the screen. I want to be sure that they don't feel cheated when | MeN. 4h Omagh Clift declared that he will con- tinue his formula of picking and amara’s Mustache it was an old song, a adventurers from "Texas had ung the campfires on the Santa Fe trail. “Oh, you'll find a land that's wide and free, And a sky of blue above you, And a Texas girl in a Texas town, Waiting dewn there to love you, He leaned tecward and slapped. Kentucky ~?* Qnionably on the shoulder. rtnmine feing lightly to himself, he ightly mse! rode forward as men should WHEN CHIEF PETTY OFFICER BURT McHAMARA returned from » thee month ercke the Mediterranean aboard the submarine USS Corporal, yestentag, be wat specting a beauty of a mustache, Mra MeMamars, who met him ot the pier on the Neval Stalk, bolds bupection,