The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 5, 1952, Page 10

Page 10 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN IT'S ALLL / Hows X OVER BUT. \ YOuR DAD? WORKING YOU ANSWER THE DOORBELL, MOM." ILL TAKE THE PHONE.” STAND ASIDE, MATILDA. I DON'T OUR COACH JUS GOT UNFIRED AN’ REHIRED, DINAH THE DOCTOR \>_| SAYS HE CAN SS yo? ne \ MUST VE CHANGED, /> Wednesday, November 5, 1952 THANKS, LOTS, FOR Sa EVERYTHI Nicteaawh EVENING SITTING UP TO HEAR UP YET, MR. WALKER — ISN'T IT FABULOUS 2?— HIS GETTING ELECTED, I MEAN! - TLL TELL HIM YOU AN a | me YUH DONT SAY/, THAT VICTORY T’DAY MISS STORMY KNIGHTS MINO YUR THEY BEEN A-BEATIN’ EVUHBUDDY , WITH LONG TOUCH- < h, DOWN TOSSES-AN’ } waeic. v-*< 7 YUP. MISTUH || SCOWLUH GOT A BRAN-NEW ., CONTRACK..AN GUESS WHUT TH THE RETURNS / i #) WHAT A GOES ON DOWN CONGRAT= ULATIONS, so IN PLACE UF THEM SKI BOOTS, AHA GONNA \ GIT SOME FOOTBAWL Y SHOES THAT LL on THEY GOT A PA NAMED RAZ DAZ. “N > WHO KIN MITA BULLS- EYE FRUM SO vanns 4 A-STANDIN’ ON WIS HAID? THEN YUN "| sis isn’t as precise as these exam- Chapter 16 ‘HE Buick bumped over the Pulaski Skyway, gearing its 3] ea oe (grea of cars eat ey sat in silence, curj- ously untalkative, as if in fant from alien ground, as if even high up in the inky night sealed in a moving automobile, there were hostile ears eaves. dropping. Devereaux’s eyelid Seeping when Solowey's ‘Voles startled him. “Anders ‘told me where you were. Bullard had Phoned ‘him. Anders is ‘worried| to about what you're doing. Thinks my agency cover for you might better , not be legal enough. You cancel those retirement papers or ask for temporary reinstatement or apply for a private license.” Devereaux said nothing, and | di looked over to Solowey joes 2 “Hurt? coma ately. “Arm’s throbbing like crazy.” The painkiller was wearing of “Castle wanted “to kill you,” Solowey said quietly, “That means something. Devereaux said nothin, Solowey continued, “That ae) ash. Castle built a bonfire of pa- Pers before getting shot.” Pee the killer did,” Devereaux “There might be a clue in that ash. If we could get it, and get it & ar eins ; . a jallard won’ et , 80 for; pated work with peters as got. A mile later, Devereaux said, “It's finally become a murder case. “It has,” Solowey a sol- emnly, tooting the — car ahead. “And you didn’t have to go to Jersey to make it that.” It was slow filtering into Dey- ereaux’s consciousness. He real- ized it with a start. “Who?” “Longo. Someone shot him on Front Street this afternoon. “In broad daylight?” Devereaux asked incredulously. “Best place to do it. Fish mar- | kets, boat whistles, trucks back- firing. A small-caliber bullet gets lost in the general uproar. sat on a pacing case. near | wharf with a bullet hole in the orn to pass aj Dey (teniewwe _ By JOHN ROEBURT side of the head near the ear. He was siti for nearly an hour ae iy caught on that he “He shook your man?” “That was Also without her aplomb. She looked ressed. Sestomats , once Longo Imew he was being shadowed, | He tore There are office buildings down- town ay three-way exit each exit leading Dees : wearily, “It’ vereaux sighed ily, “It’s a a of surprises.” Solowey sounded a warning tgrech ‘Ti he ited almost a “Tt is,” he repea’ Limself. “Drive to the Old New York first, Solowey. You can tvp_me at Doc Freedley’s after ferent ley ‘Wey said, and Devereaux almost vined the rest by Solowey’s tone. “Buloff’s gone, bag and bag- . Disappeared. And that usekeeper of his, Anna. Jor- forte, swore she didn’t know whereabouts.” Solowey con- cluded wryly, “Sure, see Doc Freedley first.” 5 Devereaux closed his eyes and egan to doze off. “here were elec- tric needles racing from his hand to his shoulder, and a paste was forming on his forehead, as_his temperature rose. Sleep, he whis- Pered to himself feverishly, was a blessed painkiller. T= Attic Circus sign was in wavering view when Dever- eaux crossed the street and de- scended a few cellar steps. His and} ture f e auto horn. “It is,” he | La‘ She went to the rear, motioning Piety to follow. “And I'm out e picture-taking business,” door open. “See for yourself.” Devereaux looked into the de- veloping room. The modest equi ment was a sca’ of j 4 wrecker had come gone. Dev- ereaux —— a crushed camera off the floor and set it down on a long wooden table. “Latimer?” he asked tonelessly, feeling an anger even more than his signal against the door went un- | “! answered, and he was turning to leave when he’saw the Venetian blind move. : The door opened, admitting vereaux. said sullenly. “Just got your message this morning. Sorry.” Devereaux indi- cated his limp arm. “I’ve been on the inactive list for the last forty- eight hours.” ey faced each other. in the center of the room for a silent moment, and Devereaux won- dered about her strained look, the dead, unnatural whiteness of her skin that looked macabre under the fluorescent lights. She was without her customary rouge. Clothes Can Indicate Your True Nature Says Designer By BOB THOMAS HOLLYWOOD (#—Found: a new ; Way to analyze your friends. Take a gander at their clothes. Does he wear spats? He could be a manic-depressive. Does she sport a feather boa and a diamond tiara? She could be a schizo- Phrenic. 954 Of course, this system tf analy- ples. But Hollywood designer Clin- ;ton Stoner claims you can learn much about a person’s true nature by what he wears, Stoner designs and makes sports wear for such stars as Cary Grant, Van Johnson, Joan Crawford, Betty Hutton, Dick Powell, Fred Astaire, Barbara Stanwyck and heaven | the car when field try | Being released and taken to 2 well as his noncustomers by what they wear. “Take Van Johnson,” he sug- gested. “We make him hand-knit red socks which he wears with formal evening attire. He also wears a shoe-string bow tie and now he’s taken to bright red gait- ers for formal occasion. He can’t ‘think it’s good taste. It's a gag with him and shows his whimsical nature and defiance of tradition. “Then there’s Gary Cooper. On business occasions he dresses with utmost care—strictly Bond Street. But for the outdoors he goes wild with coral slacks, fancy shirts and | moccasins. This would indicate a split personality. “Joan Crawford always dresses knows who else. He remarked that | as the-elegant lady. She is strictly “You took your time,” Peari| “Y! prompted. “You don't see that. You're jus) looking at his eyes.” “How much to. replace thet uit ent?” a, Foy, Th find a job.” (Fe be contineed) in public. Her elegance has been carefully acquired and is a reag- tion from her original backgrouné, “Marilyn Monroe wears low necklines and tight skirts because she is merchandising her assets, She would be silly not to, Her at- tire tabs her as a girl who Is am- bitious to be well known,” Stoner volunteered to name the best and worst-dressed males ir the movie business. “I would have to name Cary Grant as the best-dressed;” he ob served. “His taste is impeccable Not only does’ he always wear good-looking clothes, he also» hat something that few men possess ~ flair. Cary can put on. a- $15 spor shirt from a mail-orderhouse turn the collar up and make it look terrific. “Orson Welles takes the worst dressed honors. I understand he has now taken to wearing white linen suits that are deliberately dirty. This, of course, is a pose and reveals him as a person whe he can judge his. customers as {feminine and never wears slacks Pinned By Auto And Tree hospital un sersous condition dresses for theatrical effect.” Associated Press Wirephote PUENTE, Calif—William D. Morlan, 20, grimaces in peln as he hangs suspended between an saute, in which he wes © passenger, and ao tree here Monday. Gersld Pennington, who wes driving 1 failed to make a sharp turn, holds Morlan’s head while workers from » nearby of to relieve pressure with a piece of timber. Morlan was pinned for 20-minutes before