The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 11, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 Vik Ker Weal wiiicen FLASH GORDON WUCatas, HeGeermer By Dan Barry By Lee Falk and Phil Davis. | HAL BOYLE SAYS] By HAL BOYLE | ROME \fEveryone dreams of | |a famous street he would like to walk er a hotel he would like to | sleep in—from Broadway in New York to the Raffles in Singapore, | home of the gin sling. | In wartime there was a period |when nobody thought of a hotel, |but there was a frustrating high- | way that was the goal of an army It was highway No. 6, a pleasant- ly meandering macadam roadway | between Naples and Rome. Mark Clark was trying by brute strength to bust along it from the _ _. By JOHN ROEBURT AP Nowstectures Chapter 21 | T= official was a fat man with | McGuire can answer that. He's puzzled. a fleshy face that looked mauled. He had the sedentary air of a man who had spent his best years in the narrow corner be-| hind a desk. Soon the general outline of Devereaux's story was told, and the official looked mystified. “Sounds to me like a long ride for very little, Why didn’t you just telephone?” “T like everything firsthand and Personal. Even failure.” _ “But I still can’t see anything in our files here on Longo werth a minute of your time. He served until his parole, and that’s all.” He looked at Devereaux’s The official lifted a shoulder.| head guard over in C-4.” “Get McGuire.” The official) looked dubious “Don't want to be a wet towel, but is it worth it? McGuire's long on memory, but a regiment of} prisoners come and go, and it’s been a long time since Longo.” Five minutes passed, and a spare man with a deep pallor came in. Devereaux sailed his acknowl-| edgment on being introduced. | “The Warden says you're long on| memory, McGuire,” the detective said. “Remember Nick Longo?” he asked. McGuire's face lighted, and his head went up and down. “Mousy | “Incidents?” The @guard was “Something Longo| might have been implicated in, bist behind the scenes. Some outbreak. A row, maybe.” The detective’s etyelids were rooping when McGifire returned. He was carrying two large thick books, like ledgers. ‘The date by year was lettered actoss them. “Nothing,” the guaad said, shak- ing his head. “I went through the section record, wage by page, day by day, for the period Longe served. No outbreak, no assault, no nothing. The recprd’s clean, Devereaux leafed| through the ledger pages mectaanically, his mind busily turniag ideas face, then flicked a button of the intercommunication system, eaux waited through the U's instructions to the Sing g record room. “My idea is t Longo wanted to be arrested, d, and sent up. The way ned has me convinced he d for it.” discarding them ass quickly. ledgers were a carefully detailed greengrocer’s accomnt of every great and small agtivity in the | prison section. | Devereaux looke@ up thought- fully. “Deaths.” little fellow, In on a Sullivan Law conviction.” Devereaux said eagerly, “Re-| member him as clearly as that?” McGuire savored his moment “Sure do,” he said, wearing figura- | tive thumbs in his vest. “What were your impressions of Longo?” | pleasant vale of sin, Napoli—called |by Mussolini “The Sewer of Italy” | -to Rome, where I] Duce and the | Pope lived as uneasy neighbors. Like any roadway an army needs | in wartime, Highway 6 was bor. dered by hills. We didn't name |them then, as they sometimes do FARTHER ALONG THE ROAD-- NATIVE WARRIORS -- UNDER MANORAKE’S HYPNOTIC spa THEY MERELY SKIRT THE OAD BLOCK, ANO ORIVE ON: THE REAL IMPOSTOR | ME PRETEND- WORD THAT YOUARE| MYSELF THis THE IMPOSTOR. CONFUSING. iat THE IMPOSTOR : THE PHANTOM ENTITLED To PRIVACY IF YOU MEAN YOU WANT T SHOVLO MUSS UP DOL FACE ? NOTHIN’ WOULD GIVE ME GREATER PLEASURE, PAL! AREY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH AW--THaT's] [LisseN--HE », JES' HIS HONGRY CRY," SNUFFY 56.3 eal WHAT ON AIRTH AILS YORE YOUNG-UN, RIDDLES ? I NEVER HEERED SICH SQUAWLIN' !! 'S DONE STOPPED--CRICKET MUST BE FEEDIN' g TH! LEETLE — BRINGING UP FATHER = Seen SR THERE HE GORS+ INTO HiS CABIN< \VE GOT A PASSKEV. | COULD OPEN THE DOOR" BY MISTAKE” ‘con ms bing Peatutas spare. WHAT'S THE MATTER, GOLDEN By Fred Lasswell BY JEEPERS!! THAT CRITTER SHORE KNOWS HOW TO GIT HIS SUPPER INA HURRY By George McManus REMEMBE®.'— YO | jin Korea now, after the bosoms of movie stars | The army hadn’t taken so many hills in those far away ~imple days |that every bump it traversed on | the landscape received a special | renown. No one was sophisticated | enough to christen all the spines in the Apennines. As a matter of fact. if the troops of “the forgotten Fifth Army” ! knew how many hills they would | actually have to assault after land- | ing at Salerno in the fall of 1943, | they probably would have tossed coins with the Germans for the | | whole Italian peninsula. And prob- ably both sfdes would have ac- | cepted the decision on a ‘‘Heads you lose, tails I win’’ basis. A few peaks along that highway, of course, will always remain memorable. Such as “Million Dol- |lar Hill,"” named wryly by dough boys by their estimate of the ar- | tillery cost of a single bombard- | ment. And Cairo, that towering erag of death, And Mt. Cassino, the German bulwark topped by an ancient abbey whose bombing led Berlin to assail pilots from Keokuk and Cambridge as savages, al though they also were — some of them — American Catholics, who knew what they were bombing and ;why, I remember the day two sailors tried serenely to drive from Saler- |no to Rome along Highway 6—and had to be rescued from their shot up vehicle by a disgusted infantry patrol. In those days the Germans were discouraging patrol. by plant- ing plastic mines that, if stepped on, would blow a man’s leg off | below the knee. If a fellow tripped on one, and fell on another with his hands or face, it was rather worse, The Germans also sat in rock |covered steel pill boxes from which they could rake Highway 6. This was true both at Cassino and, in the flank posts guarding the push from Anzio. The continuous stalemate lasted for weeks. | That stalemate never was brok | em until after I left Italy, returned jhome, and iater went into Nor | mandy. | All during the war — and the | years since—I wondered what it would be like to drive along High way 6 from Salerno through Naples into Rome. I had heard there was a great Allied cemetery at Anzio. | that the town and abbey of Cassino were rebuilt, and the road lay smooth again. As our plane landed in Rome my wife, Frances, who can't tell |a map of San Francisco from a | drawing of a dinosaur | ‘Now be sure to show me where you were in the war.” | But our time was so that I had to decide whether to drive down that lonely Highway 6, where lonely thousands perished, or show her something fresh and new to ‘OZARK IKE RAZ, OUR DE 1S ALL SET TH OZARK K/D- SO 1F YOUR LONG i THAT A HOT TEMPER! |) PGHT ~—— | NEDE The chin came forward out of its groove. “Maybe Longo asked to be arrested, as you say, but for a more likely reason. Not because | he wanted to do time here, but| just to be taken out of cirgula- tion.” “It's the more obvious erhaps, but I won't buy it for now,” Devereaux said. “The y Longo was sprung, and the char- er of his sponsor, Buloff, sug- gest a lot more than a penny- ante dip looking to Sing Sing for temporary cover from some per- sonal danger. There was a deep game going on, with quite impor- tant people mixed up in it, and Longo was an important pawn.” An aide entered unobtrusively, deposited a file on the official's desk, and left without a word. answer, EVEREAUX ssighed heavily. As the official had argued, the findings were worth exactly’ five minutes on the telephone. The night ride had been a gratuitous and whimsical act. “Ignoring the mechanical facts, what was the human story of Longo’s stay here? F’r instance, who did he bunk with? Who were his cronies here? Who did he seek out to chum with?” Devereaux added as a pointed afterthought, “And whe did he} war with?” \ News Briefs MANILA (®—Pagan head-hunters in wild Nueva Ecija Province de- capitated two Christians and offer. ed the heads as trophies to a young woman, the Philippines News Serv- ice reported The agency said the victims, who were hunting game, were speared to death, then beheaded The tribesmen then offered the heads as a dowry to a woman be ing wooed by one of them, the re port said SAN FRANCISCO # — Fifteen seamen have been awarded $1,000 each by the Union Oil Co. for their heroic efforts in battling a fire that swept two tankers at the Oleum refinery last July The tanker Kelly was destroyed and the Lompoc damaged. The Kelly's skipper, Capt. E. J. Fulton died of a heart attack during the blaze direction—Venice And so we saw Venice I'll always be a coward Let others speed in comfort and safety on Highway 6 between Na ples and Rome. So many | knew in wartime died to make it free Why should I finish the journey now that they can never make? It is enough that others ean, warry ing mildly about how much gaso- line it takes rather than how much blood it cost so terribly few re member years ago. 1 guess ‘ENSE TO HALT NNA FIRE PASSES D By Paul Robinson THE CISCO KID “Nothing special, Just another | fellow serving time.” | “Troublemaker?” “No, Short termers never are.” The guard paused, and his eyes looked vacant, as if sight was turned inward, on the past. “Mat- | ter of fact,” he resumed after a! few moments, “Longo Was 80 easy to handle we put him to use.” “How?” “Odd jobs. Inventory clerk in the work rooms. Messenger work in the library.” “As a trusty?” | ort of, but not officially. He} was too much of a short termer for that.” “I'm working on the that Longo wanted to be sent up the river. That he deliberately | maneuvered his way inte Sing Sing.” The guard looked incredulous, and Devereaux overleaped expla- nations impatiently. “Did _Longo| chum with anybody here? Who were his cronies?” he answer came slowly. “No- body specially, as far as I know. But I can check, ask around,” he volunteered. “Sure, do that." Devereaux ran teeth over his lower lip contem- platively. “Meanwhile, still off the top of your head. Were there any incidents during Longo’s time here?” l Crossword Puzzle ACROSS . Cheer |. Speedily eep bitterly Bustle |. Measure of Put out of order 37. Among 38. Showed the way ). Bow the head Growing out : Son of Seth 5. Stiteh 7. Depicted . Leisure English college . Flowering plant Blundering 7. Vandal 58. Rock . Billiard sticks Poultry product Meaning Insect Package . Coarse . Hire . Lachrymose drop . Coasted down hill Ocean The birds Nil Yale . 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