The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 1, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Monday, December 1, 1952 FLASH GORDON YO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT YOU'VE LEARNED TO OPERATE THAT OREADFULLY COMPLICATED MACHINE © WELL; KING 51 CHALLENGED YOU TO PERSONA! F IVE GOT MAY NEVER FIND THEM AGAIN. BUT HOW CAN | FOLLOW THE a BOATS<+% NO DEFINITE IDEAS, COM- ¥ MISSIONER = JUST A TIVE RECEIVED SEVERAL STRONG HUNCH! [ANONYMOUS PHONE CALLS “ 14ND LETTERS SUGGESTING THE CHIPS RAILS-FELIX BLON oe. FIXED, ANYONE OH, LAWSY MI | '™ WORE TO A FRAZZLE, ICRICKET=-I THINK NEL {CRAWL IN TH’ BEDSTID j AN’ TAKE ME | @LeeTLE AFTERNOON 7 NAP LEARNED THE PRINCII IT WORKS ON! -- I< THINK you'RE WONDERFUL! GIMME THAT RIFLE! I°LL FINISH THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW-- WITHABULLET! Tm not araaio! “— ano risk T'LLFIGHT THE ¥@@xx! | EVERYTHING vv WE HAVE, SOCK?! Neg [rouwtinor. By Lee Falk and Wilson McCoy *sUNLESS 1 GET INONE# THEIR OUTFITS ARE SIMILAR TO MINE. THEY WON'T SEE THE DIFFERENCE INTHE DARK <- HURRY UPSINTO THE BOATS/ORDO YOU WANT US TO WAIT UNTIL THE O.K, THAT'S MY REACTION TOO. GET BOYS UP HERE PRONTO-I'VE GOT A YEN TO DELIVER MYSELF OF A FEW WELL-CHOSEN WORDS ! 5 8 GIT OUT OF THAR, YE BIG OVERGI HULK It NEW YORK (®—“Dear Mr. Poor Man’s Philosopher: “Leap Year is almost over, and I haven’t been able to land my} man. It looks like just another long | cold lonely winter fo. me. “What can*I do? Help! Help! Help! (signed) “Desperate Maiden” ; Don’t worry, desperate lady. Many a fish is netted just at dusk, many a bal! game wor by the last | one up to bat. This is the time in Leap Year that separates the real women from} the weaklings. Any girl can find: some kind of lost male stray to lead to the altar in June. But that is | like going out to catch a whale and ' coming back with a sardine. ! If your bachelor has managed ; to stay off the hook this long, the | chances are he is tough, canny; and durable—something worth real- ly fighting to get. And when you do land him you'll feel all the prouder of the game struggle he made to} get away. What you must do now, dear | lady, is relax. You still have 31 | working days left, so don’t be ner- | vous. Look over the whole problem. What mistakes have you been mak- ing? Many big business deals are lost through over-eagerness., Have you | been frightening your prospect in | this way? You can get a squirrel to eat peanuts out of your hand but if you try to grab him he will either | bite you or scamper away — or! both. Remember, many bachelors | are like squirrels. But take heart. Time is fighting | on your side. In winter a bachelor’s resistance is lowered. He i: there- fore more susceptible to coids and falling in love. All year long you have probably | been telling him he needs vou, but he didn’t really believe it. What you must do now is to prove that you were right. To do that you must make him helpless. Take him out skiing and get him to break an arm or leg. Do your best to encourage him to catch Pneumonia, too. At the very least you can talk him into thinking he has an ulcer. A girl who can’t give | a man an ulcer isn’t really trying. The main thing is to get him flat on his back, weak, forlorn, and feeling sorry for himself. If you can also get him to run a fever, all the better. More men propose mar- riage when they are delirious than under any other condition. Your role is that of the minister- ing angel. You bring him goodies to eat, pat his pillow into shape, assure him that no man in history ever went through such suffering | or endured it more brevely. Let him tell you the sad story of his life and hard times. Remind him that Christmas is near, and ask him how he lost his faith in Santa Claus. This will make him cry. Wipe the tears from his eyes and murmur: “I, too, once knew Sunta Claus and lost him. Oh, why must people be lonely apart in this harsh world? Can’t they be lonely together?” Now you both are crying. Put his head on your strong shoulder. He is weak and weary and feeling sen- timental. And when a man's senti- ment is up, his judgment is down. It is time to land him. Tell him how swell you are do- ing at your job, and how you sim- | ply love to work. Pull out your bankbook and show him how much | you have saved, then put the ques- tion to him fast: “Honey, do I have to spend all Chapter Three EXTER HOOD’S cabin was no different from the others in San Marcos, unless perhaps it was distinguished by the six mahog- any Windsor chairs and the two marble-topped tables that sug- gested a more gentle and spacious life lost somewhere in the past. For the rest, it was of a piece with every other dwelling in the val- ley: a two-room log cabir with the logs chinked with mud and moss. But there was a sense of peace beneath the overhanging eaves; a certain surety of dignity and de- cency and competent self-reliance. He felt it now, as he and Dex re- laxed in the open breezeway, their cigars glowing in the dusk, their minds and bodies pleasantly re- laxed after the confusion and vio- lence of the afternoon. “I wouldn't be surprised but what Buck’s done for.” It was Dex’s voice, almost imperceptibly tinged a-certain grave satis- faction. “Between th’ shock an’ th’ loss of blood, it don’t seem hkely that he'd pull through.” “Suppose he doesn’t. What then? Do they hang you in these parts for killing off people like Buck?” | }, “No. No, there won't be any trouble that way.” Clay relaxed with a deep sigh of relief. It hadn’t been reassuring to ernsider the prospect of a mur- der charge here in Texas, just at the time he was trying to free himself of another in St. Louis. “Of course,” Dex hesitated as he sought the right, the cautious! phrase, “Buck was tied in with a| pretty rough crowd, an’ they might not take it kindly.” “Lynch law?” “Not: those coyotes.” The tip cf his cigar glowed fierce!y in the dark, and when he there was the harsh | long-hel¢ anger in his v “They're like a bunch of srakes! | Strikin’ an’ slippin’ awe s | smooth an’ quiet there ain’ way to fight back at ‘em. They robbed my home an’ land out from under me just like they've done with hundreds of others here in Texas, an’ there’s nothin’ I can do about it! But there'll come a day! Yes, by God, there'll come a day, an’ when it comes I’m aimin’ to be there!” "Clay turned to stare at him in “Sn unaertand you, Dex eer he said slowly. “I had sit up as a Tough customer, but sound like he was more that.” Dex sat silent for so long Clay shifted uneasily in his chai wondering if his inquiry had stepped the line the fronti: between polite interest and i ing curiosity. But when Dex to talk there was no resen' in his tone. Instead, there only the weariness of a sorry told and retold so often that ‘its meaning has been almost lost. 1 CAME here in 1830, Clay. That .was_ five years before we whipped Santa Ana at San Jacinto and thought we were turnin’ thi: into a decent country. Staked Fei HG out as pretty a piece of ground as} so Cypress Ba- you ever saw up on caro ote uilt us a right g jouse, an’ figgered that we was set forever- more.’ He paused, remembering the hop’s and plans, the Ligh courage, and the mounting: confidence of ee new day in a bright new land. “After Texas got to be a nation, th’ legislature confirmed all those old Mexican grants—an’ then we did turn to! We figgered we'real! had it then an’ we sailed in to.sure enough make somethin’ out of it.” “Martha worked harder | than: any field hand you ever saw— choppin’ cotton in the hot sun all day long an’ spinnin’ an’ weavin' in th’ evenings. But we. didn’t mind doin’ it. We were doin’ it for ourselves, an’ so we'd have some- thin’ to hand on to our two boys when the time came. We were, doin’ fine. An’ then one mornin’ the sheriff rode up an’ broke th’ news to us that th’ land we'd sweatin’ an’ slavin’ over didn’t long to us at all!” “But, Dex! They couldn't just walk in and take your land away from you like that, could they? “Yes, they could!” The rough burr of rage growled in his voice again. “They could an’ they did! Let me tell you how it was, Clay. “I saddled up an’ rode "cross country clean to Houston. Th’ cap- ital was still down there in those days. I got me as smart a la as there was in th’ wi nal THINGS ARE FOGGED UP IN BRITISH ISLES LONDON (#—November drew to a close in traditional style here with a dense fog that blanketed large chunks of Britain, held up some early morning commuters over two hours, and forced fuming motorists to abandon their cars. | The fog also washed out three race meetings scheduled for Sat. | and held up all west coast chiping to Ireland. TOO MUCH SNOW FOR SANTA CLAUS HAMBURG, N. Y. #—Ten inches of snow was too much for Santa. | His scheduled ride through town | last week om a float, with gifts for the kiddies, was postponed un- til Monday—weather permitting. Water passes rapidly through the human stomach without be- ing absorbed. | there to rush you aspirin tablets when you feel bad?” That's it. If he has any ambition in him at all, he’ll ask you on the | spot to marry him. What if he doesn’t? Well, if I were you, Desperate Lady, I'd pick up a chair and bust his other leg, and walk out of his life forever. Who wants a slug like him any- way? Chances are that in 1956 you'll find a better man who really ap- 1s Ahead 17, Table dish 4. Card a 20; Butore long 48. Front foot . re 21. Sew loosely 51. Age a Pi i oe 26, Man's 4. Town in Ohio 29. Greek oY. ota 30: Tae Ore? 32. Arabian ebieftain 34. Soak > 3%. Preceding nights DOWN 1. 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