The Key West Citizen Newspaper, November 29, 1952, Page 10

'Y WEST CITIZEN Saturday, November 29, 1952 FLASH GORDON =. THEY TAUGHT ME | HOW TO OPERATE ft... fh IM ASSEMBLING ONE BY “ue q THE'KING'S’ BIG SHOW IS SUODENLY. INTERRUPTED BY A STRANGER, AND THE DID YOU NOT HEAR ME, KING’? BY HUGE CROWD GOES WILD. THE TRIBAL RULE »I CHALLENGE YOU TO PERSONAL COMBAT FOR ~. YOU CAN CPERMTE THE CORNUCOPIAK YOU CAN’ My (T PRODUCE... ANYTHING 2 SURE! Pit. SHOW YOU... BS SOON AS iTS FINISHED! THRONE. A NUTCAKE- HE SAID ~TO TARE OF HIS = I SURE DO, PAULA...I THINK HE'S GONNA CARVE ME UP CHIPS, HONEY, +" ARE_YOU SURE YOU + WELL, DON’T YOU THINK BLON’S TOO EXPERIENCED FOR YOU? a Haare aoe nl 8 Fh SSRN, HE MIGHT GET KNOCKED COLD, ABOUT YOUR JAW YES! ABOUT YOUR HEART- NO! PASS THE POPCORN, WM PICKIN’ UP LEETLE. EBENEEZER'S PLAYTHINGS, SNUFFY WHY DON'T YE MAKE LEETLE ence” PICK EM U CARN HIM A LESSON !' LEETLE EBENEEZER WUZN'T PLAYIN’ WIF ‘EM, UNK SNUFFY = IT- MAGGIE — ME DARLIN'? f Ou f {HO YOU DID REMEMBER € | Me IT WAS My | = = mat HAL BOYLE SAYS NEW YORK (®—When you kid men who wear mustaches, mister —smile, smile, smile. > They can take the ribbing in high good humor, but not their wom- enfolk. There is something about a mustache on the lip of the man she loves that brings out the ma- ternal lioness in a gal. Her creed is simple: ‘Love that man—adore his mustache.” And if you refer ever so slightingly to the fuzz patch under his nostrils she leaps to its defense almost as quickly as if you had trampled one of her children. She counter- attacks with fury, with fists, with words, Particularly words. I found this out by writing a piece questioning the romantic im- pact of the mustache. My theory was--and is-that a man ordinarily grows a mustache to cure an in- ieriority complex and that it turns him into a snob faster than if someone gave him a million dol- lars. Naturally, IT was honest enough co admit myself ‘that persoral jeal- ousy had influenced my thinking: The only time I ever tried to grow a mustache it drooped like limp hay. Well, most of my friends with mustaches were quite tolerant about the whole thing, twirling their small fur forests as they sneered tauntingly: “Snobs are we? Don’t you wish you could be a snob, too, junior?” But the women got angry. They said a mustache is downright lov- able. “Being a woman I would ten times ‘rather be kissed by a mus- tache than all the smooth-faced yokels like you or some other men I could think of,” wrote a riled lady from Ann Arbor, Mich. Before I could brood my way out of the inferiority complex this note gave me, another one came from an Akron, Ohio, lass: “Believe me, being kissed by a man with a mustache isn’t at all like being hit in the face with a dry toothbrush. It’s more like hav- ing the warmth of nature close to you—cavemanish.’ Warmth is a nice necessity in a kiss.” Well, yes. But you could argue on those grounds that a rubber hot water bag is even more romantic than a mustache. A gentleman sailor from Boston wired me pityingly: “Haven't you heard the old ing of Scottish lassies, that kissing a man without a mustache is like eating an egg without salt?” Another man said: “T grew a mustache because my wife likes Robert Taylor, and he has a mustache. Now my wife likes me, too—I think, I hope.” Still another fellow threatened to bring me before Gov. Dewey of New York, who has packed a mustache for years, and added: “That'll mean Sing Sing prison for you—so better take care.” There also was a perfect torrent of feminine mail that can be summed up this way: “I love my husband and am proud of his mustache. And your wife would probably like you bet- ter if you grew a mustache too— on top of your head.” Well, okay, so I was wrong. A mustache can be more than a mouse cover, Behind every manly mustache lurks a tender woman’s bristly pride. A balding man needs every ro- mantic crutch he can lean upon. So it’s a pair of sweeping mus- tachios for me right away. The kind I grow myself make women weep with laughter instead of sigh with love. So I'm buying myself OZARK IKE == WAS hot in the Tndtan-sum-| mer sunlight that lay like a thick veil over San Marcos; hot in the shade of Wash Tobin’s general store, where a half-dozen loung- ers squatted on their heels. And then Clay Bennett Farrar came riding into San Marcos. One of.the men stood up and strolled slowly forward, “"Light, stranger. “Light and hitch your horse. It's right hot to be ridin’ ’cross country today.” a it is!” he “T've henna? since are ate from Danfer’s Ferry, and I'll be glad to get out of the sun for a while.” Clay selected an empty it against the wall and stretched hi: ae legs out on the ground. “Everything "bout as usual at Danfer’s place?” “Why, it was quiet enough.” Lazy talk drifted back and forth and Clay’s eyes ranged from spaakee to speaker, measuring em in the light of his own fu- turc ‘relations with them. The others addressed the man who had welcomed him as» Dex, and as Clay watched him he decided that Dex was a man you could tie to. {hee oe apa peered e of rising in a sullen grow. from his thick throat and tum pling out past the dark, too heavy jowls. “Aim’t seen the man yet I couldn’t whip,” he was boasting. ‘Clay frowned .a little as Buck's little pig eyes fastened on hi: “Maybe you don't believe that, mister.” Y’S face darkened with im- a agate Rig eg is right,” he snapped, “you’ a tough hombre and you can probably whip your weight in wildcats. I don’t give a damn about that. What I'm interested can et lodging ‘here for «day can gi ing here for a or two until my horse is able to travel again.” fi iperate! ny ee him Ne rom Ue ring as, looked around the circle for an answer to his question. “There won't be no trouble about that,” Dex said slowly, “One of my boys is drivin’ some cattle over to Jefferson an’ you're sure welcome to use his bed an’ eat ith ws as long as you're a mind Buck’s face had fallen into a sullen scowl as the talk turned aw: from him, and now he Jaughed raucously. God,” he jeered, “I'd be By Homer Hatten Their left wrists bound to- gether, they faced each other with murderous blades. afeared that if I took a rank stran- er into my house I’d wake up in ’ mornin’ to find th’ bed I was sleepin’ in stole out from under me—yes, an’ maybe th’ woman I was sleepin’ with stole, too.” Dex growled deep in his throat, but before he could speak Clay was on his feet and charging across the circle in a single fluid motion Eaaecuant him face to face with at Another man might have checked himself before Buck’s solid column of bone and flesh, but Clay’s fist, exploding against Buck's drooping jowls, crashing into the sneering face like a swung sledge with all the mo- mentum of his attack behind it. Without giving him an instant to recover, Clay’s fist lashed out sav- agel; sem and this time Buck's hy rolled on his shoulders as he stumbled backward and collapsed in the dust. He felt his body tensing for a new and final attack—and in the same instant was aware of a new figure moving into his field of vi- sion. A cocked pistol was ready in his hand, “Don’t go no further, stranger,” he said. “If there's goin’ to be more fightin’ here, it’s goin’ to.be done Texas style. “Texas style.” The rat-faced man grinned. “Maybe you ain’t never heard of it before, but I reckon you're about to get your first lesson. You'll catch on quick, once we tie your left wrist to Buck’s and give each one of you a bowie knife an’ let you go to it.” So that was it! Clay looked around to find Dex at his elbow, his eyes troubled and his P ged set like a rock, “T never aimed to get you imte nothin’ like this, stranger.” “Thanks, Dex. I appreciate that, But I'll fight him. I’ve had a knife = my hands once or twice be- fore.” The two men held out their left arms as the two left wrists were bound together with thong after thong of unyielding leather. The two knives were carefully matchec, each with a mur twelve-inch blade, “All ready?” Without shifting his eyes from Buck's face, Clay nodded briefly, and in the same instant felt Buck's left hand clamp down around his wrist and jerk him sharply for- ward, Instead of resisting the pull, he raoved forward with it and at the same time dropped on one knee. From the corner of his eye he saw Buck’s knife i ward him and hunched his ders as it hissed harmlessly past save his beer Ae is own knife was nov’, rising from the ground in upward-arching blow that Buck just behind the left 5 He felt the shudder of the ' as it smashed through the thi tendons at the back of the and buried itself deep in the half caught in its self-made vi until he ‘tore it loose as the leg began to quiver and collapse. Buck screamed im agony, his head thrown back as the pain swept through him. Staring eto his eyes, Clay saw that they were no more than tiny pin points, with a sudden blinding horror he knew that the torture of the butchered knee had driven the moet before him stark, staring mai It was like being bound to some dark monster spewed up from the depths of hell, and as the sickness of revulsion swept over him his own knife leaped up like a ie of flame and then came down in a screaming, merciless are. He felt it bite flesh and bone, knew blindly it had cleaved the living flesh that bound Buck again; free of out of the j ing canto dust about hi (To Hints For Using Leftover Turkey RALEIGH (®—Want to add some variety to your leftover Thanksgiv- ing turkey? Here are some suggestions by Miss Virginia Wilson, extension specialist with North Carolina State College: Cook frozen broccoli for about one minute, drain and place in a baking dish. Cover with chopped turkey, cheese sauce, and crumbs. Brown in a moderate oven for about 10 minutes. Another dish she suggests is made by cooking noodles or spa- ghetti in turkey broth. After cook- ing, place in a baking dish with chopped turkey and cover with a | cheese sauce. For a little more variety, add some chopped mush- rooms or blanched almonds. For a really unusual flavor, add a few chopped ripe olives. Bake the cas- serole in a slow oven for about 11 minutes, today the grandest set of rare old walrus mustaches on the market I just hope my new falsies don’t break too many girlish hearts. By Paul Robinson THE CISCO KID