The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 27, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 betes RET weet CitieeN thursday, November 2s, 1953 300K ON THE CHIPS RAILS- SEUX BLON SCRAP, STOCK? ARTIE GOES FROM BOOM) +» BETTING A SMALL SUM ON BLON AT BACH. EY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH 7 YEP! we sHoRe 00, SUT-- HAVE YORESE'E A STORE-BOUGHTEN SEEGAR WAAL, CHIRK UP-- He's TH’ SPiTTiN’ IMAG MAYHAPS YELL HAVE BETTER LUCK E OF | / Ir BELONGS To Ne) COACH.’ M@ LET Me / WERE KIOOING , ASOUT A PLANE (MAKER TO BOOKMAKER, NEW YORK ® — I don’t know how your family feels about it, but | our family is boycotting the Social Register. As far as we are concerned, Blue Book can . (As a matter of fact. it has alrea: turned black—with rosy stripes. The 1953 edition has Winthrop Rockefeller and his wife, and to them we say: “Chins at it when we found that wasn’t a single Boyle listed in 1952 edition. To our further horror and anger we discovered there wasn’t a Boyle listed in the 1952 Social Register of all cities—which, phia, Chicago, Boston, St. Louis, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Cincinnati, Dayton, San Francisco, Baltimore and Buffalo. If you live anywhere between St. Louis and Death Valley, Calif., the presumption is that you dwell in a eave and eat peas with a knife. I'll admit we Boyles were pretty shaken at first when the 1952 index of the socially acceptable snubbed us altogether. We held a conven- tion, and the hoary old patriarch of our tribe, dressed for the occa- sion in his best Sunday suit said “Hasn't a single one of us Boyles been caught loafing on the sands at Palm Beach, or lifting a pinky at a Newport tea?” Well, the awful truth was, none had. We all were gainfully em- Then we got to thumbing through the 1952 Social Register and found it contained two pages of Robin- sons, three pages of Johnsons, four pages of Williamses, five pages of Browns, and eight pages of Smiths (including five Smyths but no Smythes). “Why it’s simple,” said our fine old tribal leaders. “Us Boyles have heen outvoted by the hoi polloi. What Boyle wants to be smothered in all those Smiths? Let’s stay out of that book altogether.” He pointed out that the Blue Book was down to 28 Roosevelts, 21 Rockefellers (only 20 now with Winthrop gone), six Astors and five Vanderbilts. It was explained to him that when a listee was caught standing on his head at the Metropolitan Opera, riding a horse into a hotel, or_marrying somebody from the Nee] side of the railroad tracks, he was from the next edi- tion of the Book. “No wonder they are weeding out the fine old American families and getting swamped by Browns and Smiths,” said our tribe leader. “If a fellow named Brown is picked up for copfighting, they probably don’t even bother to check their index. But a Vanderbilt? If he gets arrested, they ought to volun- teer to go bail for him because he lends class to their book. But in- stead they just start rubbing his name out. “That may be high society, but it ain't loyalty—and 1 say to heck ” with it. $o the Boyle family voted to boy- cott the Blue Book. And it will do no good for the editors to come ing and crawling to us and Roosevelts, and Rockefellers New York Social Register 7 TOUGH COP Chapter 35 “AY father mace his decision,” she continued, “and it made him happy. We talked over our ‘d make a clean breast her f [tone er ace Was deat white. “I knew his death wasn't & tal. I watched Phillips; I saw his nervousness. I knew that some- how, he, along with others, had managed to murder my father.” “You didn’t know Castle, Lati- mer, and Buloft?” Devereaux asked, She shook her head. “So you came to me,” Dever- eaux said. “You came to me,” Devereaux repeated bitterly. “I was to be your finger man. “I was your finger man,” the detective said. “Each time I ae up a_new princi, illed him, Longo, Castle: Latimer He laughed. “I played du; sory before the fact murder. Guns went off, but a gramophone playing Lohengrin’s wedding march in my head drowned out all the other noises.” The laugh rattled deeper. *h time I looked into your sweet, saintly ung face, I put on another Bindfoas He ry. “You her juloff and Ehilliog, each suspecting the other, would ex- terminate each other,” he said. tempt escape, est capture and escape, cay be po as it happened. “You ie for yor an_out- ” Devereaux said. come,’ “Your method had the shrewd acces- | & stamp of a highly qualified murderess, not it-or-miss d ition of a hysterical L An timing, as if you were murder game! broad daylight waterfront. An later, you You shot Longo ia ou jo along a crowded hour. were right behind me. driving to Summit. You were able to PEKE SHOULDA STOOD IN BED RHYL, Wales (# — A perky Pek- ingese that should have stood in bed ran into an Alsatian while out walking with his mistress, 14-year- old Ceri Price. A battle ensued in which the Peke came out second best. Young Miss Price went to court charging the owner of the Alsatian with failure to keep a dangerous dog under control. The defense produced as an ex- pert witness a veterinary surgeon who testified it was possible that the Peke snapped at the Alsatian. “We don’t know what happened,” the vet said, ‘but even if the Al- satian was under control, he would turn on another dog which called him names.” Alsatians just can’t take being insulted, especially by such small | things as Pekes, who are notor- jously truculent and have no idea of their own size, the witness said. “In fact, Pekes think they are the biggest dogs out.” The court dismissed the case, which by yesterday didn’t matter a snap to the Peke. The little one was so badly damaged in the ar-| @ument he had to be destroyed. { throws away. The book will be/| emblazoned with the old Boyle fam- ily motto: “If you can’t join ’°em—whip ’em | at their own game.” | There will be an extra fee for | any Brown, Jones, Johnson, or Wil- liams who wants to climb on our new society bandwagon. ' By JOHN ROEBURT —_ Castle while I tay unconscious and) Deverea ed the word out get aan before the egy an anethodically, am Gey yen rived. Yesterday, with ttic | lowing it ily wit Cireus closed to the public, you/ as the walter tastlew trough ee were able to get in and murder | room. . Latimer, then vanish into thin air} “Sixteen stories to the ground,” in a matter of minutes.” Solowey was saying. “She landed She was shaking her head wild-!on a spiked iron railing im the ly, begging him to stop. The de-j yard. Crucified.” a tective went on. “It was no good|" go killing Phillips while Bulof was| eves unsu on the loose, out of your reach.| hurry ove: Buloff, alive and captured, might} «ppe be able to por he couldn't have | copnt: done all the murders. Ar alibi.| grap of the girl and maybe, accounting for his time) my files, I wanted te kurry over. one of the murders. That Sole’ feond.D pri would leave you exposed to sus-| 62° Sad held them intensely, “E Picion by omy elimination. Sus- | $¥ aia you gripes anes must on you sooner or nothing.” His voice at ore ies Iting, “T was afraid you would turn her: would melt to the ground. “Mase | aay, le: your wounded ego inter slaughter,” Devereaux continued | fere- 1 was afraid you would turm | in the tone of a man assaulting] ®Way from her. 4 tr oni Fobag eee (pees PP et er) stared into the 'm sorry, Johnny,” she | Solowey’s thea. a tone that Was little more than a dropped his gaze. *t walked out?! breath. “I didn’t mean to hurt said. your self-respect. It just ha) “A misbegotten chi, a lovelene pened—like that. I couldn’t h child,” Solowey said. “Think of { To" Her eyes were wide and sad.|her story. She found her father, “Help me, Johnny.” love, found the mpi promise “Help you take that trip. Keep| that would redeem the lost — your guilt between you, me, and|And think of how it was : the lamppost,“ Devereaux said|from her. Think of the ; bitterly. “A perfect way out for| Frankie Hughes was m you, huh? A caress, some moon vereaux! It was so) to talk at_an old idiot, and murder| know, an agony for the living to oes off on a honeymoon to the| endure.” He shook his head. “Too Caribbean.” He seized her arm| much, Devereaux. Too great an roughly. “Work on me, kid. I’'m| agony for a driven girl Who kiss hungry, crazy in love with|could be stoic as that? Who you, Just one kiss and three little | could hold to sanity?” words, and my twenty years of| “I walked out,” Devereaux said, being a cop will blow up in] Closing his eyes. smoke.” T see her now in hay, Fp ay “I was gone on she said in| I see her impaled on the iron po a sick, dead voice. “And the way 8. things are it’s impossible, I know: ‘ou weren't just a finger man, The sob caught in her throat.| Devereaux, You were more “But stand with me. Please. See| to her, something much ‘wl me through. I'm frightened.” “Tt was ler,” Devereaux Devereaux turned away.|said emptily. “It wasn't just that “You're under arrest.” my pride was hurt. It was mur- He heard her sob. “Not you,| der, and I'm a policeman. 'm @ Johnny. I couldn’t stand being ar- policeman, not a judge.” rested by you.” “Just a cop,” he heard Solowey He ai ted the idea implicit- say. ly, grateful for it. ‘Just a tough He went to the door, speaking | said again, shaki as he walked. “I'll send up an ar- | Side to side, as if resting officer.” De @ T= word “Frontenac” was canes souk oop, The wert spelled out across the uj e separate weig! a pocket oe tie waiter’s ws with a thud on Devereaux’s heart. ; Jacket. THE END . Crossword Puzzle ACROSS 13. Attention 14. Wading bird 18. Old card 16. Frugal. 18. Sun-dried |. Greek letter . Exposed to e sun . Body servant . Rent again DOWN 1. Bear from the arctie i peed il i Fi & & SHS SES BESBENBEKEA FSepueee pw ¥ i ys oe a iH