The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 4, 1952, Page 8

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN FLASH GORDON DON'T BE FRIGHTENED, MARLA! I KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS MACHINE / MANDRAKE THE OKAY! THE KING ACCEPTS YOUR CHALLENGE! BUT FIRST, ACCORDING TO THE OLD AULE, YOU MUST PROVE ~~ BY FIGHTING ANYONE THE KING CHOOSES! IS THAT RIGHT? THAT IS RIGHT. CHOOSE ANYONE, | THE PHANTOM SOME OF MY FRIENDS TELL ME YOU'RE LAYIN’ OFF DOUGH ON men 0 WIN...WHICH AIN‘T tT EXACTLY THE WAY BETTIN’! SO I’M Gi YOU A CHANCE TO PROVE MY FRIENDS ARE A COUPLA NO-GOOD, Thursday, December 4, 1952 . THE MYGTERY MAN-THE PHANTOM+ THE NAMES FAMILIAR + SEEMS SJ you're. ‘SWEET a = al j—_ é \ GOLLY, MARLA! I NEVER GUESSED) 2 V you FELT THIS WAY ABOUT ME! WHY... WHY... L CAN MAKE MANY MORE THINGS FOR YOu! THIS 1S ONLY THE GEGINNING!... SEA LEGENDS MAY TELL US SOM: THING. HMM+*HERE IT $+ PHANTO GHOST WHO WALKS LHEAR TELL CRICKET 1S FIXIN' TO GIVE LEETLE EBENEEZER DDLES 3 THAT BEASTLY LITTLE PLANE WOUD RUN OUT OF GAS AND LAND v re RIDDLES T Cost my NaARvE, J] SO T CURLED (T NICE AN’ PURTY Y WHAT A NIGHT [ OuT* WONDER YOu'vE BEEN TO YOUR By George McManus|OZARK IKE THIS CREEPY PLACE IS GETTING ON MY NERVES’ PLL SAYS NEW YORK (P—In most Ameri- can business offices there comes a pause in the day’s occupation that is known as “the coffee hour.” In fact there usually are two pauses—one in the morning, the | other in the afternoon. It has grown so insidiously that it is now a generally accepted fact of office life, and is taken as a normal working condition. Most employers now put up with it. They have come to realize that grownups, like children, have to have a periodie recess to let off { their pentup nervous energy. That has taken a lot of fun out of what used to be a thrilling ad- venture. Fifteen to 25 years ago | the following ominous notice was | a common sight on company bul- | letin boards: “It has come to the manage- ment’s attention that a number of employes are leaving thcir desk during their hours of employment to get coffee. This will not be tolerated and must cease at once.” That, of course, was a flat dare and a challenge. An employe would spend an hour every morning figur- ing a new way to sneak down the back stairs, gulp a quick cup of cof- fee and get back before he was missed. He felt like a naughty’! child disobeying his parents, and always wondered fearfully: “If I bump into the boss, will | he fire me?” Oh, the coffee hour was a fine| thing in those days. If you met} another employe doing the same} thing, you both had a secret to! share: you were putting something over on the boss. Everyone on the payroll became linked in a partner- ship of conspiracy. You al! were getting away with sometl:ing for- bidden. 1 Gradually the practice became | so widespread that mest manage- | ments came to realize the rule against it was as unenforceable as the Prohibition Law. So they quit putting up the notices. Many went even further. Follow- ing the British custom, they start- ed trundling little coffee and soft drink carts about twice a day so that the employes could have an interlude of gossip and refreshment at their desk. This is now common- place in many firms, and this com- promise gives the employer one big advantage: he at least knows where the employes are. Today the coffee hour is an ac- cepted institution. It has infected | the bosses themselves. They de- cided, “Well, I might as well, too. I could use a little snack myself.” | So what happens? You are sit- ting there enjoying a cup of steam- | ing brew, contentedly aware that you are having it on company time, when the boss himself sits down on the next stool. “How’s everything?” he says cheerfully, ordering himself a cup. “By the way, how are yuu coming along with that Jones matter?” For the next 15 minutes you both | mull the Jones matter over and | finally reach a decision. When yo' go back to your desk you feel vaguely cheated, and don’t know; why. The reason is simple. You haven't pulled one over the boss’s eyes at all. He has pulled one on you. Far from letting you escape from your Chapter Six "> ky WAS long past sundown. Now and then they were split by the white sabers of lightning and a moment later the low growl of thunder rolled across the valley to echo faintly in the breezeway of Dex’s cabin. puttin’ out tomorrow, Clay. Looks like there’s weather buildin’ up that might make mighty misera- ble travelin’.” “I know, Dex, but I want to get on down south where it’s coiton country, I may not like it after I get there, but I want to see it.” He broke off abruptly and strode across the breezeway to the edge of the low-eaved front veranda. Someone was running down the trail toward the cabin, a cece eh unreal figure moving through al- ternate patches of moonlight and shadow. Instinctively Clay loos- ened the pistol that hung in his belt, and as if in answer to a sum- mons Dex jumped up and hurried forward to stand beside him. With- out a word Clay indicated the running figure. As they watched they saw him stumble, struggle desperately to stay erect, and then collapse. Almost before he fell Clay was running forward, his gun ready in his hand, Dex’s heavier foot- steps pounding along behind him. The runner had fallen in a patch of moonlight, and as Clay beside him and rolled him face upward they could see that he was a boy hardly into his teens. His shock of yellow hair fell back from his face and his mouth gaped open as his lungs labored and gasped for breath. “Why, good God!” Dex’s voice was sharp with amazement. “It’s Paddy O'Neill! Paddy, what’s wrong, boy? Paddy?” The boy opened his eyes as if the sound of his name had roused him. “Regulators!” he gasped. “They got Pa an’ Ma an’ th’ younguns tied up in th’ cabin.” “I'm right sorry to have you! nelt| q, His chest heaved as he struggled: for breath enough to “They’re—they’re acomin’ back to burn it—soon as they get done with Toni.” “Toni!” Clay’s.voice was like a cracking whiplash. “Toni? What have they done with Toni?” e boy shifted his agonized gaze to Clay and lifted an arm to pe alone the ay “Took 2r—Devil’s Dishpan,” gasped. “Gonna cowhide her, then burn’ th’ cabin.” Clay’s heed snapped he could search out realizing it, he closed his hand like a vise on Dex’s shoulder, “What is all this, Dex?” Dex’s face had gone as hard and grim as a rock. “Part of Buck’s old outfit. They're takin’ it out on th’ O'’Neills for th’ ruckus sey had with Toni down at th’ store.” Clay was on his feet, as tense and dangerous as a drawn sword. “You know how to get to this Devil’s Dishpan?” Dex nodded. “I know. We'll get the horses.” There was no time to saddle the two horses. A bit in their mouths, a kick in their flanks, and they were gone. Dex led the way at a reckless gallop that took no heed of the treacherous trail beneath his horse's hoofs, They swept past a darkened cabin and Clay half caught the words Dex tossed over his shoul. er. . “O'Neill's place. All right so! far.” \ Half a mile farther up the road Dex rained in his mount and was on the ground almost before the horse had stopped. In the same in- stant Clay was beside him, his voice a grim whisper in the night. | his “Near here?” “Off the trail about half a mile. Might be able to surprise 'em if we go up on foot.” They .moved forward the tangle, Dex in the few eee] Clay only a step behind him, He felt Dex’s hand against his chest; Pressure Cooking Improves Eating ‘Habits Of World MIAMI (® — Pressure cooking | utensil. are changing and improv- ing the eating habits of millions | of people, not only in England but ! in such countries as Turkey, In-| a leading British manufacturer de- | clared. F. P_ Webster, Managing Direc- | tor of South Western Industrial | Corp., Ltd., Wolverhampton, Eng- land, said in an interview that in England alone pressure cookers are stretching calories, making tough meat tender and saving fuel. ! They are becoming. a common sight over Arab campfires in Af-} rica and are much sought after in France, he added. | Webster, here to attend the first | international sales meeting of the | National Pressure Cooker Compa- | ny, Eau Claire, Wis., predicted | that the Conservatives will win by | an even bigger majority in the! ext election in Great Britain. j RED INDUSTRIAL MEN FACE DEATH MOSCOW — Three former | trade and light industry officials | in Kieve, capital of the Soviet job, the boss has got more real action from you in 15 minutes at | the coffee counter than he could in three hours upstairs. | Of course, that’s why he is the | boss—because he knows how to get the most out of you. And today he | thinks the coffee hour is a fine way to get more work done, and only wonders why he didn’t think up the idea himself. 3 ~ i » we |ing merchandise on the side and * 3 TIME RAN OUT AS RAZ DAZZUL CONNECTED } TOUCHOOWN — WITH THIS PASS? 7 a (scone y > y \ Ukraine, face death by a firing; squad as ‘‘enemies of the people.” Chief among their crimes was sell- making illegal purchases of gold with the profits A special military court Tues. night convicted the three of “‘coun- ter-revolutic field of trade and sentenced them to die. TH TYING F HE J) ~~ Crosswo ACROSS: 1, Exclamation & Orchestra leader's stick 9. Limb 12. Wrath 13. Scene of com- bat 14 English fetter 15. Levy 16. 3 oe ag dia, Pakistan, Egypt and France, | 18. hema | j 20. Small pastry: » | French rim) 24 Exhibit 25. Moves aside In the Middle Ages when church- men went into battle they often carried warclubs with heavy, some- and in obedience to the Serge | . he grew grimly silent. Dex ha dropped to the and as Clay followed his example they began to work their way silently forward. They ae a rising 1 Clay could the trees. Scares ly around so Dex’s face. With-} light —— oy her head, jogether, swinging that ran from from Toni’s knife three days before. He was reeling a little, and as he walkea :e was coiling a buckskin rope in a wide loop four to five feet across, Clay heard the whisper of Dex’s voice against his ear: “Mort Bir- gin. I figured he'd be ramroddin’ this show.” Clay nodded silently, shifting gun a little so that it bore directly on the man below. This one he was going to kill. He knew it with a cold, deadly certainty that contained no possibility of ee ere Soe it was over ort Birgin would be bedded in Sturgeon were formerly on the American Atlantic but the number of the fish sabotage in the | times spiked heads because cano-| been reduced so sharply that and trade turnover” | nical rules denied them the sword jlonger pays to fish for them }as a weapon of bloodshed. mercially.