The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 31, 1952, Page 6

, Page 6 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Friday, Uctober oi, 1792 BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH rMiz PRIcHART > RIDDLES T RUN OVER AS FAST AS: CRICKET SAID--UH--SHE- SAKES ALIVE--un-- DOC! « 3 KS \e 1 el ORLD RIGHTS RESERVED ETTA KETT ese) | SHE WANTS -ETTA SURE IS US TO HELP HER THINK UP AN “DAD'S POLITICAL | ADVERTISING CAMPAIGN OVER ” O21 PAW--FETcH A HANDFUL OF THEM YALLER NARVOUS “Hy, LooK.’/— A TRAFFIC LING MARKER MACHING.’ ~AND NOBODY AROUND.” UH-- CRICKET DON'T Aer. NO PRITCHART PILLS, MIZ NARVOUS--UH-- THEN THE BOWS BLEW A HOLE Ws THe OF THE HQ 7 By George McManus 0 Chapter 13 ee he began after a while, taking himself in hand. “You've got an appeal for me, and I concede that. And it would take just a little push for me to horse | Pers myself into believing I'm a boy again.” Devereaux smiled weak- ly. “I guess even Grandpa has a touch of the juvenile somewhere in him.” A lecturing note came into his voice. “But that’s not going to happen. I won't let it happen, and you're not to let it happen. I’ll back out.of Pend rob- lem, and boot you out of my think ~ ing, if that’s the only way we can keep from getting silly.” He looked — = room and held her eyes. “Okay Her eyes looked misty, and her mouth seemed to tremble. She nodded and said, “Okay.” “Good.” Devereaux’s tones be- came_ businesslike. “Now, what was Phillips like when I left him yesterday?” “He was strange. I'd never seen him in such a mood.” “Worried over my ‘visit, what Td said to him?” She nodded. “And more than worried — frightened.” She re- peated, “Frightened.” “What did he do?” “He made a hurried phone call.” “Do you know to whom?” eed — geben me “Overhear ai ig “Not He has a private wire in his study. Besides, I wouldn't dare —overhear.” Devereaux said, “The number I reached you at—is it a house phone?” She nodded. “Is there a party wire hooked up to it?” “No, And you needn’t worry.” tive would. I took précautions against being overheard, And when I came here, I looked to see if I was being followed.” “Smart girl,” Devereaux said balls “I like you better as alert as this.” * “Better than what?” she asked, wrinkling her forehead. “Better than the panicky little jackrabbit you were that first night.” He smiled. “Or is it jill- rabbit?” “Am I in danger?” she asked unexpectedly, “Why do you ask that?” “I don’t know. It’s just a feelii I have.” She hesitated, then add quietly, “I know about Cora Jen- nings. I saw it in the papers.” Her eyes sought Devereaux’s, “The pa- said heart attack, but could it have been murder?’ “No. I thought so for a while, but no. There was a prowler in her room when she ,, but she died of natural causes.” Devereaux thief named She shook her head. “What does he look like?” “Medium height and weight. UGH COP __ By JOHN ROEBURT. “Cut.” Devereaux forced a ‘ “Better start and : like a detective, huh? What's new on Philllips?” Swart suenplexioded. Has a long | $@2l scar under his chin running up to She roe her head positively. “Was he the prowler in Cora Jen- nings’ room? ‘ Devereaux nodded. “Ever hear of a Maxim Buloff? Or the Old New York Mission?” is Frederick J. Castle, Mepis fun oot 8 “No, never.” She was as ab-|i rbed as a child in a puzzle. “What does he have to do with Cora Jennings?” “He has to do with Longo. Buloff sponsored Longo’s recent parole from prison. Longo lives in Bu- loff’s Mission.” The puzzled look in her face, “I don’t understand. Free) ,men, do they mean some- iL “[ don’t know,” Devereaux FBI for reprinting and cire Propaganda di frowned. “One thing, however. It| “8 looks like your suspicions about Phillips have more than fancied foundation. Your suspicions about his avowed relationship to you, I mean.” “You mean he’s not really my father?” she asked hopefully. She smiled. “I did it like a detec-| no any minute.” At door, she ’ “Thanks for ali you've done.” ‘OLOWEY stood posed just in- side the door, looking like an obese and laughing He said softly, | wha’ KEY BOOK. By A. de T. PETER HUNT’S HOW-TO-DO- | IT BOOK, non fiction, published by Prentice Hall, 70 Fifth Ave., New York City, 293 pages. A lot of men feel the United Nations, voodoo or wheat germ will save the world. Artist Hunt believes humanity will find answer to its doldfiims in recon- sicucting its old furniture and da- ing things to it with paint. For years he has had a studio in Provincetown on Cape Cod, and has been putting bright peasant decorations on everything from salt cellars to the walls of game rooms. A blithe spirit is the first ingre- dient for working on and with old furniture! After this fundamental recom- mendation, Mr. Hunt gives the reader basic strokes in bright il- lustrations. Then fruits, ladies, birds, horses, vegetables, men, and fish are constructed with these strokes. The colors are usually bright and blatant, or some com- bination of basic pink with lines in red, Materials from sandpaper to cobalt blue oil paint are sug- gested. Pictures are shown of dashing wastepaper baskets made from | scrub pails, lard tins, paint cans and nail kegs, all given the pro- per peasant treatment. And a won- derful array of table lamp bases is described, made of every- GINGRAS hoops, toss balls around and march with a baton and a tall red hat. The fellow might have been sat- isfied with his plush life of bring- ing down the house, and having all his fish bills taken care of, but iis read the titles.” “A rabble rouser, huh‘ Devereaux shook his vereaux bao se bead t his Summit astie J tate fifteen and tee knows. We toquirea 300m little checking, but for Like Phillips, Castle seome to have no past.’ (To be contihuedh © amt phants, ringmasters and baboons and ballerinas. around to potigeas ge «| island full of them is the FLY TO HAVANA ~ 45 MINUTES PLUS TAX Scheduled 3 FLIGHTS DAILY +293] DEPARTING KEY wesT 10:45 A.M. 1:45. PLM. 4:00 PLM, FOR RESERVATIONS AND TICKETS CONTACT YOUR NEAREST TRAVEL © AGENT OR “Q!' AIRWAYS MAIN OFFICE 522 SOUTHARD ST, PHONE KEY WEST Ne. 1033 i CISCO, DO YOU THINK GYPSY JOE WILL | FORTUNETELLERS ARE THE MOST thing from a leaking coffee pot | | TELL ME IM at TO <9 n | to a broken table leg, geo glass | r 4 <j Mm" ' jar to a tracked and splintering | s decoy. Old picture and mirror | |frames become a gorgeous array of trays which Mr. Hunt promises | will both add gaiety to a party | | and stimulate conversation. | The individual chapters on what | | can be done to the kitchen, a din- ing room, a living room and bed- | |Foom with the help of Mr. Hunt KEY WEST PUBLIC — We urge you | are fascinatingly unbelievable. e | miracies of trightases the author to order Cookies from a Girl Scout | purports can be perforta the reader are wonderful. It all seems | Benefit Girl Scout Camp Fund, | to be in the color of the paint, the ( ) jswish of the brush, and 2 little | | carpentry as an afterthought. | And of couse the chapters on | nurseries, children’s rooms and | game rooms permit even more By Roy Gotto! license in decor on the part of the | Space Courtesy Overseas Transportation Company Inc. reader who is determined that his | | household go Peter Hant. Immedi- ' lately after these the author pro- | ceeds chattily into the garden, turning with magic Hunt methods | | glamourous ice | All amazing f you can do it, land Hust says you can! | JUNIOR SELECTION | (THE GREAT OTHELLO by To-