The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 15, 1952, Page 9

Page!0 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN FLASH GORDON THIS ONE HASN'T MANY EVIL 'ERGS'/... Bao! BLACK MAGIC! THE STATUE REMOVED THE SPEAR FROM ITSELF -- “Saturday, November 15, 1952 By Dan Barry US INTO YOUR CITY—AND WE LL SEE WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO HIDE! THE KING ON THE THRONE 1S AN IMPOSTOR, a 1 THREW YOU OFF THE SHIP, AT HISHORE # YOU CAME BACKS | SENT WITH THE PILOT SHIP» BACK**WHY 2 J>= RIDDLES AN’ CRICKET WANT TO TRAIPSE AROUND ITH’ KENTRY AN' SHOW OFF THEIR NEW BABY, SO T TOLD ‘EM TO FETCH LEETLE EBENEEZER OVER HERE-- A\J WED LOOK AFTER By Lee Falk and Wilson McCoy A FEW MILES AWAY, ON A LONELY REEF THE MYSTERIOUS TOADMEN PIRATES: ARE READY TO ATTACKS TOO MUCH EDUCATION, I TELL YOU, AIN’T GOOD FOR THE BRAIN ! IMAGINE HIM ASKIN’ IF RAILS OUGHTA LOSE T’BLON! GIT THAT VARMINT AWAY FROM HERE! YES - T PACKED 6 AuMosr |\ a FEW NEED MAQSIE 18 GOIN’ TO THE COUNTRY FOR WEEK END - AND T HOSE GHE DOESNT CHANGE HER MINO! T'VE MADE be PLANS = MYSELF! Dav IN COU BIG CASE TO EXCUSE THINGS TLL} FOR THE By George MeMenus HAL SAYS By HAL BOYLE TE FROM EUROPE ® from a travel diary: Going through Europe builds you i tears you up. It confuses -towner. a visitor, your duty is al-| » go and loyally inspect the | shake your | d ponder aloud how such } Jocal ruins, ful civilization could per- the next thing is to admire the rt works, For some reason beyond his own | 1 desires the tourist is sup- | ed to be panting to creak his ‘d at the famous top--of- wings of Michelangelo e fact, of course, is that visitors are more interested present day-to-day life of ans than in inspecting some y ntings of centuries ago e already had to study e they quit chasing fireflies. Culture is a grand thing, and 2ven knows we all admire it, it there is no particular reason pt tradition for a_ visiting verican to think the faded gran- r of a Renaissance wall is su- r to the clean splendor of a litarian Rockefeller Center sky- | scraper. | To me, no matter how many | guide books I study, the Sistine apel is no more inspiring than | the cathedral reach of the Empire | State Building at dawn or dusk, | ‘They have their inferiority eom- plexes about us and we have ours about them. I say our towering | group art, just because it reflects roup genius, isn’t therefore less y than the lofty grope of in- ual genius that they admire. ake the painting of “The Last | Supper,” a famous relic from the | brush of Leonardo Da Vinci that | was fortunately spared—and acci- lly spared—by Allied bomb- that crumbled three convent around it. ime has been less kind to the forts of the bold and wistful sh of long ago., An Italian nd said: | ‘o and see it--The Last Supper. All that is left is crumbs.” | I went. They were trying to re- | store the flaking strokes of the v hed master. Throughout Eu- rope you find this often—the at- j tempt to restore a fading color | opus of some heralded maestro of |the brush, | But in many cases the reproduc- tions we studied in childhood are | better than the remnants left. | Sometimes to see them in being is a sad shock, like leaving your | mother young and fair and return- ing in after years to find her bent | and old. Such was the feeling I had | on actually viewing ‘‘The Last Sup- |per” on 1 wall in Milan. Mark Twain once bitterly re- marked that anything was immor- tal that was remembered 100 years. Well, I feel culture is only the nucleus you cling to of all the things you are exposed to, the cen- | tral hulk with meaning and feel- ing. after being exposed to: all | the que art of Europe, I like to }feel that a hundred years from | now I could come home on a Long nd train at twilight and see the h tower of the Chrysler ng stab a dying sky and still >w a sense of warmness and | belonging. That I think is the ef- | fect of true art. t ning about most American we have, in a larger than any people before ‘HE station signs on the Broad- way-Brooklyn “L.” read: “Lori- mer Street.” The train huffed to a rolling stop. Devereaux alight- ed, then began the long descent to the street below. He looked around him, be- mused. It was the same as the one he had been born to, as all slums were the same. He'read the signs on the store fronts nostal- gically, as if greater significance than their mean legend lay in them. ALLIE’S POOL PARLOR. CHEAP JOE'S, CANDY AND STATIONERY. BONURA'’S, FRESH FISH. EMPIRE, WIN- DOW SHADES AND AWNINGS. THE NEMO, a theater showing a cowboy Western and the sixth episode of Death in Diamonds. Right out of a, memory book and brought to life, Devereaux thought to _ himself. And un- changed, as if a quarter century were a moment. Would Frankie Hughes, he could these dered. An aging cop-came toward De- vereaux. The detective eyed him appraisingly. Devereaux signaled the patrol- man and then introduced himself. “Maybe you can help me,” the detective said dubiousiy. “What are you after?” he asked wearily. “Information, about someone who grew up hereabouts twenty ee yer ago.” Sweats ng e ago, twenty years,” the paca said chidingly. “Sure, I know.” Devereaux smiled. “This your precinct as far back as that?” “As far back as ten. Before that I worked out of this precinct some years, and up in Greenpoint other times.” “Find this area much different today? Against twenty years ago,” the detective asked. “What T mean is, what do you find pretty much the same, only older?” He ges- toward CHEAP JOE'S, 0, find it unchanged if re-enter life and walk streets Devereaux won- CA IDY AND STATIONERY. “Like that candy store. Cheap Joe date back twenty years? And other establishments and neighborhood people. How many of them are still at the same old stand?” The patrolman rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then squinted ques- tioningly at Devereaux. “Who is this someone you're looking to find out something ‘about?” “Frankie Hughes,” Devereaux replied “He grew up around here. His last address was 26% Johnson Avenue That was in 1928.” _ A hand flapped loosely, point- ing a direction. “26% Johnson Avenue’s three blocks west.” The eyes looked mildly curious. “What about Frankie Hughes?” “He was caught ir a payrof holdup that resulted in the death of a messenger The Hubbel Elec- trical Appliance Company.. Fran- kie Hughes was convicted and sent to Sing Sing. Remember the case?” T= patrolman shook his head. + A hand flapped loosely. “Al- lie’s Pool Hall there was a big hangout.” Devereaux nodded distractedly. “Does Allie’s Pool Hall have the same ownership today?” Does} “She's dippy. The patrolman’s head went up and down affirmatively. “Only Allie’s not the same man_today he was twenty years ago. Used to be a king lording it over the young snotnoses who dropped in to play pool and talk over jons they were going to pull off. What the kids didn’t know yet, Allie taught them.” Devereaux grinned. “Any other oldsters around, like Allie? Some- one who would have a close knowledge of kids and their fam- ilies?” “There's old Grandma Mc- Bride,” he said after a while. “Her son ran the funeral parlor at 411 Johnson Avenue until he passed away with pneumonia five years ago. Grandma keeps the place spic ani span, ready for business, just as if Bil. was still alive.” The as the rest of the world, sometimes miss its spaciousness. Can’t you just visualize a visitor from Mars, studying his guide book and saying to 2 friend: “Well, we only have a few hours left on Earth. What do you want to see—Times Square, the Pyra- mids or a painting by that fellow Raphael in Rome?” And don’t you know the answer any honest tourist would give? Bodies Are Found In Wrecked Plane SHELTON, Wash. (®— The charred and tangled wreckage of a Navy plane which exploded against a hillside Wednesday night with 11 men aboard has yielded four broken bodies and the re- mainder were being sought Friday. The wreckage, scattered over a wide area of the forested Olympic Mountains foothill 15 miles north- west of here, was found by search | parties Thursday night. They had been directed to Yhe scene by residents of the area who | saw the Seattle-based? four-engined plane pass low overhead and then crash with a roar and blinding | flash into the 2,200 foot hill. The plane was found at the 1,800 | foot level. The bodies were burned beyond recognition and‘ the Navy | said there was “‘no reason to be- lieve there had been any sur- vivors.”” Included among those lost in the accident was ‘Capt. G. R. Dyson, 48, commander of Fleet Air Wing Four, who had gone along as an observer. The plane, on a trai | mission, was from a patrol squad our art so deeply into|ron at Sand Point Naval Air Sta- our daily lives that we, as well OZARK IKE | tion, Seattle. patrolman tapped his forehead. Kee, a Bill’s sure to come back and be wanting to get right back into ac- tion. But if anybody can tell you ig it's Grandma. She's close on to eighty, about the old- est.citizen around.” “Where does she live?” “In the rear room, back of the funeral parlor.” 5 “Will she talk to strangers?” “At the drop of a hat. And quicke. than that if you bring her a box of peppermints.” A hand motioned cautioningly. “But don’t let on you're a cop. Cops, land- lords, and anybody from the gas company can’t get the time of day* around here.” ‘ Devereaux nodded understand- et ere’s the barber on the Meserole Street corner. But Vin= cente’s hearing is gone. You'd go nuts carrying on a conversation with : im.” Devereaux extracted an en- velope from an inside pocket. He held a photograph out to the pa- trolman. “This was the last pic- ture taken of Frankie Hughes. It was taken in Sing Sing. Know tl e patrolman regarded it blankly. “No.” R T= Pool hall was a square, + barnlike store housed in a rot- ting one-story frame building. barnlike store housed in a rotting one-story frame building. A man with stringy gray hair that touched tre neckband of his grimy, ollarless shirt was perched on a high stoo: near the confec- tionery countér. His stomach was ballooned out and his hands rested on it in an odd suggestion of piety. He was drowsing. Devereaux crossed the room and nudged the drowsing pro- rietor. The hands on the bal- looned stomach drew apart slow- ly, and the face came awake. Blood-speckled eyes brooded at the detective. “Huh?” the man grunted disagreeably. ~ (Te be continued) Crossword Puzzle $a ACROSS 1, Kind of meat . Secure . Story . Constellation . Begin . Bathe . Harsh . Genus of the maple tree . Jumping animal . In the rear . Whirls around rapidly 31. Small ex- plosion . Went over again . Nerve net- work . Dismounted }. Unit of capacity . Hung loosely ; Biblical city |. Indian grain crop . Hermits . Solar disk . Unclothed . Danish money . Location’ . Measure . Sheet of glass 50. Made the first . Central State stroke in . Salutation olf mar! placati the de was ¢ by the ¢ stians. (SMAI UF TH GOAL LIME...BUT EN THIS LATUMRUL Solution of Saturday's Puczie DOWN Soft drinks 1. Owns |. Imi 2. Skill 3. Strict disci- plinarian . Made neces- sary . Typewriter roller Fine fabric 3. Frozen rain . Happening ; Telephone girt . Particle . Hurried . Auction 3. Plunder . Hindu queen Renowned . Bi » Unhappy In pagan times Halloween was } In ancient Europe, black cats he spirits of | were believed d the resulting holiday | ed to All Saints’ Day | ja Halloween. to embody evil witches and even in the Middle Ages they often were burned alive AN PLUM GONE FER A 7g. TOUCHDOWN LESS AH ty, TUN KETCH HIME set Pah ee