The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 12, 1952, Page 10

1 Page 10 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Wednesday, November 32, 952 FLASH GORDON MAYBE HE GOT’ *ORA.CORPGE! Whew! THE SOLDIERS THINK YOU ARE} aoe MPOSTOR SAND HAVE ORDERS By Dan Barry =-YOU'RE THE NEW KING LOTHAR, THE IMPOSTOR WHOM THEY HATE. LOTHAR. WE'LL KEEP YOU | DISGUISE--IN MY DISGUISED FORA | OWN HOMELAND. THIS TERRIBLE! > By John Cullen Murphy SO WATCH ME=I'M SWALLOWING A LOTTA AND SNUFFY SMITH ‘CHED IN TH’ 2? I GOT TO CHOP ARE YSOSTEGCSR Maen eer ne heTTERS eS WARM UP TH’ HOUSE--FETCH TH’ WATER--WARM TH' WATER-- 4 ELBOW-TEST IT--GIT TH’ TUB--LINE IT WIF A TOWEL- ONDRESS TH'CRITTER-DOB SOME WATER f ON HIS FACE WIF A WAD 0’ COTTON AN’ ‘ iM DER BRESH HIS HAIR-- ON HIS--UH-- f BEACON HILL! You SURE MY HAIR'S ALL RIGHT, CHIPS? BALLS O'FIRE!! YE SHOULD @-STARTED LAST WEEK !! By George McManus | HAL BOYLE SAYS By HAL BOYLE BOLOGNA, ‘Italy w — In the golden world of opera there is an old: fond saying: “All singers are crazy—and ten- ors are the worst.” Not being much of an opera fan myself, I always low-rated tenors, regarding them as a kind of high- barking he-soprano. That was before I met Giuseppe Di Stefano, who is built like a full- back and is rated by some to have the best voice to come out of Italy since Caruso used to pitch high notes that would break a window. At 31 Giuseppe — who doesn’t mind being called Joe or Beppo or Beppi or any other nickname—is a leading tenor in the Metropolitan Opera company in New York, a favorite here and in half a dozen other lands. It is hard to see how the movies have overlooked him, as the lady fans of long-hair music think he is as handsome as the late Rudolph Valentino. His swift and glittering rise from poverty has given Joe a gusty ap- preciation of the fruits of success, but left him ruggedly unspoiled. “Some people go through this world on a first class ticket, some on a second class ticket, but most get only a third class ticket,” he said. “I was born with a fourth class ticket in my mouth, and I have never forgotten it.” The son of a Sicilian policeman, Joe looked forward dismally to a life of obscure labor until at 17 someone discovered the big kid had a voice box the world needed. He worked like a draft horse through hungry years on that voice, tuning it like a violin. After he made his debut at La Scala, the Milan opera house that has been a springboard to greatness for so many singers, there were no more food problems for Joe. Frances and I and Dr, Anson Clark, a Lubbock, Texas, oilman, visited Joe in the new villa he is finishing at Marina Di Ravenna, a seashore resort. I decided right then that if I am ever born again, I want to be an opera tenor. He is a king in his world. When Joe lifts his head, his mama and his pretty young wife, Maria, come running on the double to see what the great man wants. So do his lawyer, his secretary, his gardener, his houseman—and all their families. A tenor, like a mata- dor or a ring champion, is always surrounded by a retinue of retain- ers, admirers, or strangers who just dropped in for a free meal. We attended the christening of little Giuseppe Jr., who was bap- tized in a small font near the tomb where Dante was buried. A bap- tism is a big thing in an Italian family, and some 60 of Joe’s friends drove hundreds of miles to see little Joe get off to a good start in life. There were buckets of champagne, trays loaded with refreshments, and it was a won- derful party for everybody but Joe Jr., who fell asleep. “Okay, I'll sing,” said Joe. He got in his new robin’s egg blue Cadillae and started for Bologna. He was speeding along a flat stretch of road when a dog ran out on the highway. Joe, who loves animals, swerved sharply. The car hit a soft shoulder, knocked over three stone road markers, then turned turtle and rested upside | down in a ditch, wheels spinning. Joe climbed out unhurt, took his wife to a hospital where her in- jured wrist was put in a east. Then they climbed into another car and rode on to Bologna. I was in the audience that night. The opera was La Boheme, one of Joe’s favorites. In the first act | during a duet he hit a high “C” | es OZARK IKE Chapter 22 Te speedometer climbed to fifty, fifty-five, spurted to sixty- five, then leveled off at sixty. Devereaux’s foot touched the brake lightly as he maneuvered the car into the abrupt and treacherous circle of a hairpin curve and he was conscious of a new and unfamiliar element that made the Buick strange to his reflexes. A aand flicked the ignition key off as the Buick angled helplessly into a corner of the bluft ther seemed to fold against it like an accordion telescoping. Deve- reaux’s head jerked forward and down, as if dealt a rabbit punch by an invisible puncher, He was alive, conscious, bent over the wheel like a man snatch- ing forty winks, with the moun- tain rock before him hangi from the sky like a stone curtain. He had an idiotic urge to laugh, 1& himself go in gales of laughter, WHEN. the tale was done, Solo- wey’s eyes glinted sympathet- ically and his face brooded complete identification with De- vereaux’s moments of near-dis- aster. : “The miracle was,” Deveraux said, “that I didn’t go crashing down into the river. The right front wheel fell off first, and that’s what saved me. I eased into the bluffs with a stiff neck and a sore jaw where the wheel met my chin.” “All four wheels were loosened, hmm,” Solowey said superfiuous- ly. “And the few nuts left securing the wheels were all on the last thread of the bolts on the drum. The idea was specially tailored for these curves on the Ossini approaches.” Devereaux grinn¢ humorlessly. “A smart stunt, even if it has whiskers on it.” “It was done up there, in Os- sining,” Solowey said. “You were trailed driving up.” Devereaux nodded and went to the window. “I go nowhere unes- corted now.” Solowey joined him at the window curiously, and De- vereaux pointed into the street. “That blue sedan parallel with that must mean that you are close to an important discovery.” News Briefs PALM BEACH SHORES #—The Florida Pediatric Society closed its 17th annual fall conference here Sunday with election and installa- tion of officers. Dr. Charlotte C. Maguire, Or- lando, was named president Dr. C. Jennings Derrick, West Palm Beach, president-elect to take office next fall; and Dr. Wesley S. Nock, Coral Gables, . secretary- treasurer. Dr. Ernest W. Ekermeyer, Tal- lahassee, and Dr. Lewis T. Corum, Tampa, were named to the execu- tive committee, MIAMI \® — The Southern Med- ieal Association, which opened its annual convention here Monday, will meet in St. Louis in 1954. The 1953 convention will be held in At- lanta, Ga. SPRY AT 102 NEW YORK — Isaac Harris had planned to spend his 102nd | birthday yesterday working on a stone wall he’s building in front of his Staten Island home. But he was disappointed. It rained. jor a middle “C”’—or what ever |“C” it is a good tenor hits—and |the opera fans became absolutely | delirious. It was like Babe Ruth | knocking his third home run in a | game. At the end of the opera, Joe jhad to take a dozen curtain calls. | TH RUSTLERS WON TH’ } TOSS ANO CHOSE TO RECEIVE .. SO BE ON in| referred to a TOUGH COP By JOHN ROEBURT bow, tp. our Own srelaen not bow our own applai huh? Let’s have the research” “The operative who looked into Latimer’s ba und got one possible break. A sports writer on a San Francisco newspaper, a reg- ular old-timer, was re: to swear that Lippy Latimer was originally aB lyn boy.” “On what did he base his be- lief?” “An amateur tournament in the middle twenties. The sports writ- nj er, Was there as a guest of the referee, He said Lippy was the semi-finalist, fighting under the name of Kid hg = ee “What. about Bi Solowey beamed. “A pedigree more than a yard long, and an illuminating ‘one. Buloff has more sides to his personality than a chamleon. He’s used the following aliases.” He - sized note- book. “Werner er, Matthieu Kober, and Erik Jagendorf. Be- fore his present impersonation of salvationist and missionary, he was, successively, a director of a nudist colony in Ulster County, in|a chiropractor with a mail-order fied obtained which the federal ve since closed diploma in from a colle; authorities “An imsurance-company detec- tive. The Centralia Underwriters, a Delaware corporation.” “I want a complete story,” De- vereaux said seriously. “A de- tailed record of every operation Buloff, or Jagendorf, was involved in for the company. I want the history of every case, naming yey Diacee. ~ — I want it in chronological order, covering the whole term of Buloff’s em- ployment.” “Coulter, our operative, was in MacManus’s Bowery Tavern. The tavern is a block or two from the Old New York Mission. Coulter joined a city editor in a_beer, Hier etpeiing coullng and be idly, expe: n tained a windfall. The newspaper- man remembered an incident long in peer involving Buloff—alias Dr. Matthieu Kober, , with a mal vee eo rom a purported ley- Polk College of Evansville, In- diana.” criminal complaint lodged against Buloff in New York Coun- in 1936 by an Eva Wolfast. Eva olfast charged that Buloff, as Kober, representing himself as a doctor, had performed a_chiro- practic abortion on her in Dayton, Ohio, in 1931; that in tamperii with her spine, he had her with a partial disability of one of her limbs.” “What happened to her com- plaint?” “First Buloff denied everything, then f t extradition, and final- ly a bond with the Ohio court. Our man, Coulter, acting on the tip obtained over Mac- Manus’s bar, did his research on Buloff by telephone, from the Ohio court files, They had done an in- each go?’ “Werner Bacher, nudist colony, Matthieu Kober, Doctor of Chi ractics. Erik Jagendorf, detec- ve.’ “Erik Jagendorf, then, came after the other two.’ Rann thing,” D evereaux mused aloud a moment later. “Bue loff, with his aliases shady background, getting by the parole as custodian of Longo’'s freedom!” “A blunder, Devereaux. And an honest one, probably.” Devereaux went to the door. “How long until a report on that spot check of Buloff's work with insurance company?” “An hour, if the operative is diligent. It is merely a matter of getting a transcript.’ “If it’s an hour, get it to me at Sind oe Circus. ¢ ru PD! sein Pow Solowey nodded. “Why not ar- rest. Brio?” “On what charge?” “Material witness to the mure der of Longo. Falsification of affi- davits representing himself to. the board as a citizen of un- achable standing.” it’s an idea,” Devereaux said “It is safety against a repetition of some attempt on you.” Devereaux led A “Thanks for the concern, But just between us, I don’t think it’s my ds to be snuffed out by Bu~ loff. I knew that when my Soe had that right front w! off first last night.” (Te be continued) SLICE OF HAM _. " WHATSAMATTER # CANT YA READ ¢ > 4 90 PER CENT OF THEIR OFFENSE BY RUSHING [HW PASSER AND KEEPING HIS RECEIVERS COVEREDS wwe By Paul Robinson RICH AIN'T HARDLY THE TWO MEN SEEK THE RAND OF THE CUTE ATILDA, EXT 1S iE TRULY RICHES WORD. ad the Classified Ads in The Citizen