The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 25, 1952, Page 6

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, November 25, 1952 TLL BET THAT OLD Hmm--NO--YOU'RE NOT SOCKY, BUT YOU 10 LOOK FAMILIAR, AT THAT. SOLDIERS ARE A BIT *-en- HOSTILE. HE ESCAPED FROM JAIL MONTHS AGO A DANGEROUS MAN--JUST VANISHED! es (‘Sj WHERE ARE \( DOWN THERE «IN THE PIRATES?) @_THE WATER! LOOK, ARTIE...GO I FOUND OUT THAT CHIPS AND ME DON'T HAVE a ANYTHING IN COMMON...WAS IT SO. -s TERRIBLE THAT T AFTER FELIX BLON FINISHES CARVING HIM INTO HORS D'CE! NOT TERRIBLE a “JUST INFERIOR / DISAPPEART |! HE-HE'S GONE OFF! HE-HE'S BRINGING UP FATHER You'Re TOO BASY, ARTHUR.’ WOMEN ADMIRE MEN WHO ARE FIRM! MAYBE I SHOULONT WAVS LET ETTA Seta IF YOU LET HER BOSS FF YOu NOW WHAT'LL Hmm SHAVE THE HEAS, Ia! CHANG: iE THE CLOTHES-~ By George McManus by CREEPERS’SHELL A BE TWISTNG ME AROUND HER FINGER Like SHE DceS HER O40” BOYLE SAYS By HAL BOYLE NEW YORK (#—As the veil of secrecy descends on Gen. Eisen- hower’s projected visit to Korea, | many a veteran of that conflict must look at the calendar today with wry memories. For it was just two years ago that the United Nations forces! there launched their great ‘“end- the-war” offensive. The war was five months old then. It will be 29, months old tomorrow. “ JOHNNY, I want to pack and leave here forever. That's why I came.” “Sure,” Devereaux agreed heartily. “Pack up and get. That’s the ticket” He ca ‘ han under her chin and cleared his throat noisily. “Got any plans?” “No.” Her eyes met his with just a trace of coquetry. “No Plans, Johnny.” He looked at her for an eternal moment, unable to say it. “A none at_an inn will do wonders for Leela peo nites will have Few great drives in military his- tory have opened with more public | optimism—and more private doubt | —than the U. N. attack that began in the early morning hours of Nov. | 24, 1950. | ‘The optimism centered at the To- | kyo headquarters of Gen. Douglas | MacArthur. The doubt lay in the | minds of the frontline commanders. They were uneasy, The reason: They didn’t know the size of the enemy before them. The goal: The Yalu river, divid- ing North Korea and Manchuria. The big question: Had the shat- tered North Korean army been re- inforced by only 60,000 Red Chinese “volunteers,” or did a massive Chinese force wait like a hidden cat in the frozen hills between the Allied line and Manchuria? Deep + penetrating patrols had failed to yield the answer to the enemy’s strength. A division chief of staff looked at the war map in his tent and shook his head as he told correspondents: “Gentlemen, I’ve been studying these maps for a quarter of a cen- tury, and this one doesn’t tell me what I want to know.” A general was so fearful of am- bush that before the attack started he issued orders that every vehicle in his division retain a basic sup- ply of “bug out gasoline,” enough to sustain a retreat if necessary. Another genéral said pessimistical- “The Reds have nothing to lose and all to gain by keeping the Chi- nese fighting us.” The average doughboy, however, leaped off with a mixture of dread and joy. He didn’t know what foe he would meet, but he was tired of standing still, and the general feel- ing was, “‘let’s get it over with.” And there was also that magic rumor spreading like wild fire through the lines: “They say we'll be out of here by Christmas if we make it to the border.” Ten of the United Nations’ 19 di- visions struck out across a frozen wilderness of mountains and ice- covered ride paddies. For two days they plowed jubilantly onward against slight opposition. The second night the enemy counterattacked. They came in screaming waves, blowing bugles and whistles. The mystery was over. The Chinese seemed to crawl out: from behind every rice stalk. In three continuous night attacks they shattered three South Korean divisions, drove them back 20 miles, ambushed a Turkish force, threatened to surround four U. S. Army divisions—then about one- third of America’s entire world- wide striking strength. The endless waves of Chinese turned the great attack into a great retreat. The Allies yielded Pyong- yang, the North Korean capital, then fell gradually back on Seoul, which later was abandoned too. The stubborn, bitterly fought withdrawal was magnificently di- rected, heartbreaking to see. I flew with an air colonel over the long lines of Allies riding down the long road back, and he said: “That hurts,” he said, almost OZARK IKE She squeezed his hand grate- fully. “Got any idea where Phillips might inaun bolted co ux uired, pushing the im- ae to propose further into the She shook her head blankly. “No » Mo favorite re- treat?” Her face drew in concentration, and then went vague. “Perhaps Martha’s Vineyard, or Dennis on the Cape. He spent many week- there over the years.” “No hint to you about what he night do, in all that talking he did? No slip of the tongue?” She shook her head positively. “I had no idea he planned to run away.’ relished apes ans —— ie in custody wit twenty-four hours, along with Buloff.” The shoulders hunched expressively. “What chance do either of them have?” a beamed at icy eee “You i muse oan ol ereaux. I am still astonished over your exploits of yesterday in Williams- burg. For ingenuity in research and interrogation, it ranks with the best detective jobs in my “Deverenux stuck modest fingers vereaux modest fin, in his and Solowey contin- ued, “But for you now, the case is finished. Your work is done.” lessly. “We've just got a ’. and two fugitive suspects.” “A few harried hours, and they'll be caught.” Solowey looked significantly at Devereaux. “It would be better if you let Captain Anders write that cript, my good Devereaux. shallow tri- umph, it would do much to assuage ruffied tempers, and per- Airplane Credit Is Claimed NEW DELHI # — A Hindu- minded newspaper which frequent- ly declares ancient India outstrip- ped modern Western achievements now says credit for the world’s first airplane really belongs to this country. Eight years before the Wright brothers, inventor S. B. Talpade’s electrically-controlled aircraft flew over Bombay’s Chaupatty Beach before a crowd of distinguished on- lookers in 1895, stated The Organ- izer. The newspaper cites newly dis- covered evidence presented by the Bombay journal Vividh Vrit des- cribing the flight and the safe land- ing. Talpade’s wife died shortly after the episode and he lost in- terest in the project. Then a Bri- tish commercial firm bought his machinery, says the journal. crying. “It hurts where a man can’t scratch.” Later the Allies pushed back north beyond Seoul again. The lines are roughly along the 38th Parallel, where the war began. But in nearly 16 months of truce talks the Chi- nese have built their Army from 500,000 to some 1,000,000 men. Their tank and artillery pieces are at a ak. PeThese are the somber facts that face Gen. Eisenhower on this fate- ful anniversary two yeers after the Allied end-the-Korean-war drive be- | gan. | haps acquit you of some, ah, an- archy in procedure I have heard much grumbling about.” The corners of his mouth dropped, and Devereaux anrngred: accepting the injunction, “Start '@| Packing,” he told Jennifer. ,. Solowey went to the door. “That is an oblique way of saying: Sol- owey, start going.” “How corny can you get, Mr. Solowey!” Devereaux raised a vase threateningly. “Stick a final bill for services rendered im the mail, Cupid.” “Don’t look for it.” Solowey’s eyes twinkled. Devereaux grinned gratefully, and Solowey raised an admonish- ing hand. “On condition that you and your lady sit as my guests at a victory dinner.” He read his pocket watch, and squinted across the door at a Dresden porcelain clock teeming with cherubs and rosebuds, “It is three-thirty now. Let us say six-thirty, at the Café tie dee! “It’s a deal,” Devereaux agreed. Solowey departed. DEVEREAUx dragged a steam- er trunk out of a closet, opened it, then followed the girl dutifully while she moved about the room, emptying drawers of neatly folded stockings, lingerie, garments, trinkets. the miscella- neous welter of items that are the ordin: and bizarre accumula- tions of living and use. “Yell, if you need me,” Dever- eaux said, and wandered off. The detective found the wine decanter, poured himself a sherry, drifted to the terrace with the glass in his hand, and sank into » ihe teleph ed e telephone’s ringing empti: into the great hum around him. It had rung a fifth time when Devereaux lifted the receiver. “Hello?” It was an unwontedly shrill Solowey, burbling an incompre- hensible jargon. Devereaux hung up slowly, re- mained still for a brooding mo- ment, then stirred to Jennifer standing beside him. “What is it, Johnny?” she ex- claimed, reading his expression. “Buloff killed Phillips, emptied a gun into him less than an hour ago.” The detective assembled car to a cottage just a mile out of] New City, up in Rockland County. Cottage was called Bolo Rest, @ summer place owned by Phillipa, according to the State: Troopers.” The detective a Trette against a balm the will never get to write that post- script Solowey i granted them. The question who done it, Buloff or Phillips, # a blank line on the police only guesswork can fill im now.’ it Bet, face was wan and white a8/ it_strained at him questioni ro “Buloff tried to shoot tas wee] through a roadblock on Route; 9W. The State Troopers won hands down.” _A_ silence lengthened oppres- sively, until it was a suspended weight that must crash Jennifer stared at the detective dumbly,) her face drawn and begging for! creature reassurance. uz saw her, then lost her, as his: thoughts were caught in a ) strom of details that were suds! denly flooding his consciousnes&: “Funny,” he said aloud, snatch! ing a piece of driftwood out of the} churning mass. “Funny that with’ the jig up, Buloff still had te, track Phillips down and kill { aly a complete madman would: nm to.” His lips i was probably righ’ of Buloff after all. “Unless,” Devereaux aloud a moment later, saw Phillips as the cause of j rdy and his downfall, had to retaliate personally as @ pane nome of — oe reflection ke: another! idea. “In that case,” Devereaug, said excitedly, “Buloff didn’t murs: der Latimer, and Castle. Phillips did the murders, and) Buloff knew it, as Buloff must) know it!” The detective let it elaborate im his mind. “With the first of police inquiry, Phillips d ! to save himself eryone else involved with It was a large order, whole life was at stake. der as an out wouldn't since he was already two murders, The area ae murder of your er ing, Longo.” what he'd heard into a bulletin. | ling, “Buloff trailed him in a rented e SSSS8ReSeter8 9 z He Cc) PIOMAIDIE! RIAIT EID)