The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 3, 1952, Page 10

Pagel? THEKEYWESTCITIZEN Wednesday, December 3, 1952 ——— KING MUST FACE ANYONE IN PERSONAL} | MUST FIAST PROVE HIS COMBAT WHO CHALLENGES eB HIM FOR THE THRONE. «NOTHING FOR me! T THAT, 30h Ses WHAT TM LOOKIN |AT FOR HIM TO FIGHT FIRST? By Lee Falk and Wilson McCoy UTTLE DOTHEY KNOW WHAT MIGHT. HAVE BEEN~IF IT WEREN'T @ John Cullen — By Lee Falk and Phil Davis NEW YORK (#—People are get- ging bigger—if not better. As the world gets smaller and ‘| smaller the folk who live in it are growing taller and taller, I don’t envy them. Height is los- ing its glamor. Every growing boy yearns to be a big, strapping six- footer-plus, who goes through life bowling bullies out of his way right and left. . But when he does reach maturity he finds things aren’t that simple. If he is over six feet and shoves somebody, right or wrong the cry goes up, “Look at the big bum throwing his weight around.” The crowd is against him. Every inch a man grows over six feet today is a handicap in- stead of a help, unless he is a bas- ketball player or a cop directing traffic. The tall man finds he is _some- thing of a misfit in a civilization tailored to people of smaller size. He bangs his head getting in and out of motor cars, he can’t sleep in a regulation size 74-inch bed, he finds it hard to buy a suit off the rack, and when he sits on a stand- ard living room chair—which is 18 inches off the floor—his chin bumps his knees everytime he opens his mouth to say something. That is one reason why tall mer aren’t talkative. In a crowded world he simply takes up too much space. No ordi- nary man or woman will sit behind him in a movie or at a prize fight without grumbling loud enough for the complaint to reach his ears, and if he lives in a boarding house the other roomers resent his reach at the table. As a result of these physical dis- comforts and the steady criticism of smaller folk, many a tall man gets an inferiority complex. Far from taking advantage of his size, he is more likely to submit to pub- lic insults and ridicule thar a sub- five-footer. He is often afraid to stand up for his rights because he knows that most people instinctive- ly feel sorry for a midget but dis- trust a giant, and will gang up against him, His altitude troubles of peacetime are doubled in wartime. David long ago disproved with his slingshot the saying that, “A good big man is always better than a good little “eRe” «6Chapter 5 “Se ‘OU are new in Texas—es ver- dad, amigo? “So new that I’ve still got Red River mud sticking to my boots. As a matter of fact, 'm so new in San Marcos that I don’t have any idea what that trouble back at the store was all about.” “That? It was nothing. Nothin; but a chance to show a few o: these goats how much I hate ong jomeday I Bopp some them, as you killed the fa laced Buck for me three days ago.” His head jerked wp in sudden comprehension. “So that’s it. They gave you the same treatment they gave Dex.” “In a way. They took my father’s plantation on Matagorda Bay just as they took Dex’s sta- tion on Cypress Bayou. But in some things it was not quite the same.” Almost against his will. be heard himself saying, “Would you liks j tell ol at Nvery y not, sefior’ one knows—and, besides, I owe you that for r removing the gross Buck for me.” He nodded. “Fell me,” he said quietly. “When I was born we had a great house there on the coast and many slaves. As I grew older there were more and more. Ail- ways my father had the gift of great riches. It was like that— until the man Morgan grew hun- a, for our land. I was sixteen en and knew little about these but I knew there was great trouble. Then, just at sun- down one ni, ae Morgan, and his men stormed the house. “Stormed it!” - “Si, » efor cae pap po nine: al et as they came. My father leaped. up from the table and ran foward tl spgen ten They killed him ere in doorway. mother ran to him and two of them beat her with the butts of their so that she fell down with blood running from her mouth. “Great God! And what about She ange’. “I did not run fast sna a sefor. They caught’ me brs ‘agged me back into the teat ae sol She story, Cay had lndeclinn Reds Attack Catholies felt as word were al demandin; blow, a blow that built a rising tide of black, maniac fury. Now, when she paused, he had an al- most overwhelming desire to re- — his rage in a blazing tirade Spat e words trembled ips and he could feel his fists dened so tightly that] b! even his forearms were as rigid as steel bars. And then, from some still sane corner at the back of his mind, came the warning: It’s none of your affair! Stay out of it, It's none of your affair! He held himself in check, con- sciously pushing the red.tide of anger and indignation away from him. When he spoke again his voice was level, carefully un- touched by emotion. “And now—you are here.” The girl nodded wearily. “I am here,” she repeated bitterly. “I have been here for six years, liv- ing in a two-room log cabin with a worthless uncle and even more worthless aunt and six_half- naked, sallow cousins. I will pabany die here, crooked and nt and worn out and ugly, like all the other women who rot their lives away in San Marcos.” “It’s not that bad.” He tried to give his words the ring of confidence and assurance, knowing even as he spoke that she would not believe him be- cause she could not. “You'll get your plantation back, and then you'll be all right again.” E turned to look at her as he spoke and saw that she was smiling a little, smiling as a wo- man might smile at some little boy who is posturing bravely and pretending to be a man. “You are kind, sefior, but it is a kindness only of the words, not of the heart. You know, as I know, ‘that the only way 1 wi ever have my land again will be to take it force from those who stole it. I cannot do it alone, No single man can do it alone. There are others who would help, for they have lost their land, too, and in helping me they would take the first step toward helping Penis Soy! But there is no one them.” gohdenty her eyes challenged him as if she were taking the measure of his manhood. “You could lead them, sefior.” The image of the words hung between them, ‘vibrant and alive, 1g an answer, demand- ing that he declare himself! : friend or. foe. He stared at her, seeing snde denly a vision of himself at-the head of a host of men, their faces drawn with hard riding, the 4 blades in their hands red lood, a scourge and a flame Sweeping out the filth of black corruption. And then his mind cleared and he took a deep breath to help pull himself together. He was no knight-errant, rescuing lost prine cesses; he was no Galahad riding down the highways of the earth to protect the weak and defend the helpless. It was none of his affair! He smiled and shook his head. “T've never led any men, Toni, ee ne eon Sheen all out and get them killed—even supposin; that they’d be fools enough te let me lead them. You'll have to find a better man than I am for a job like that.” The momentary eagerness that had possessed her died out of-her face, so that it seemed strangely empty and forlorn, But in a mo- ment the sorrow was gone and she was smiling mockingly at him—almost, he thought with ides Teenuanees ~ way she ad smiled at the rs in front of Tobin’s store. — “Of course, senor. I was only joking. There is no reason ‘you should fight for us. This is all something that happened Jong ago and many miles away.” “They were almost squarely in front of Dex’s cabin and she pe her horse to a stop so that ~ ie was forced to stop beside her. She held out her hand, the half- mocking smile still lingering at the corners of her lips. “You are home, sefior,” she said lightly. “I will not trouble you to ride Be gs with me.” She lifted her hand in a light salute, whirled her horse in a flurry of dust, and was gone in a roar of galloping hoofs, Stiff’ and erect in the sad Clay watched her go. Cursing softly under his breath, he turned his horse and rode slowly forward toward Dex’s cabin, It was no affair of his; this was a matter he could well afford to leave alone, But there was small ee tion in being snubbed lessly discarded like a shabby, worthless glove. Crossword Puzzle ACROSS 35. Partaking 1, Black liquid 38, Article MAYBE AT YALE THEY WOULDN'T LET HIMGO TO THE BIG FOOTBALL GAME, HUH ? AROUND THIS DUMP, ARTs We man.” The invention of the pistol | SAIGON, Indochina —French| 9, Pant'et'en ear 20 Tesnle stroke. <4 fe and rifle made extra-size not only | officials said here the Communist- Te coe WHY DON'T YE LET ME CUT Lees BENE! HAIR, CRICKET? Tt "mA HUMDINGER AT MANY A SHEEP AIN‘T SO CRUEL By Fred Lasswell By George McManus By Paul Robinson FLASH GORDON 4 ms ( TEN -, Kigse BY AGIRL AS 4 WILL GE FOR you! P ‘ ) OH NO, KENT! | something of a nuisance but also a led Vietminh rebels have launched Positive danger to a warrior. 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