The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 23, 1952, Page 6

Pageé -. KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, December 23, 1952 hy THEMSELVES TO THE GROUND IN [i A FRANTIC ATTEMPT TO i nl THEMSELVES FROM THE DEBRIS ~ OF THE EXPLOSION. S tna T gut SUDDENLY A STRANGE THING HAPPENS. THE FALLING BOULDERS SEEM TO STOP IN MID-AIR...AND THEN SLOWLY FADE Away! ’ By Lee Falk and Phil Davis THERE'S OUR MAN |] DID YOU EVER es "KID SOCKY--THE |] THINK BéronE rousanos, ESCAPED CONVICT! THAR, DEFEATS THE nei CROWN? T SHORE AM TICKLED | / THAT JUGHAIO'S TOOK A LIKIN’ To LEETLE EBENEEZER-- LA HELL CARN A HEAP OF THINGS FROM JUGHAID WHY DON’? You Tae M WE'D FIND HIM THIS WAY? (Sass BOYLE SAYS NEW YORK (#—Dear Santa, I hate to criticize an oldtimer, but you have been getting in a ter- rible rut the last few years, How about putting a little more origi- nality in your gift list this season? Why not surprise everybody by giving him something unexpected for a change, something to make him really remember you? Here are just a few offhand suggestions, for: Big Crosby—A new song entitled, “Green Christmas.” Jack Benny—A fortieth birthday. John L. Lewis—An eyebrow pen- cil and an oil home heating unit. The television industry—A fresh slogan, such as: “Old movies are still your best form of entertain- ment, and will have to be until the film people will sell us some new ones.”” Secretary of State Dean Acheson —A letter of reference from Sen. Joe McCarthy. Premier Mossadegh of Iran—A erying towel. The St. Louis Browns—A pen- nant—any pennant. Dwight Eisenhower—A Republi- can visitor who doesn’t want a job. Maj. Gen. Harry Vaughan — A combat command. Winston Churchill—A tall drink | from the fountain of youth. He should live forever. Christine Jorgensen—Anonymity. (She wants it most). Harry S. Truman—A job as mu- sie critic of the Washington Post. Ernest Hemingway — A Nobel prize in literature. Joe Stalin—A copy of ‘How to Retire Gracefully.” Albert Einstein—A new universe ‘to explore. Marilyn Monroe—My phone num- ber. Rita Hayworth—Ditto. Hopalong Cassidy—A jeep. His horse needs a rest. Andrei Vishinsky—A book on eti- quette. The United Nations—One day without problems. Toots Shor—Sherman Billingsley. Sherman Billingsley—Toots Shor. The Man in the Moon—A lady in the moon. Gov. Thomas E. Dewey—An au- tographed photo from Robert A. Taft. Adlai E. Stevenson—A White House postcard from Ike saying, “Wish you were here.” Margaret Truman—A contract with the Metropolitan Opera. John Foster Dulles-rA thick skin. (He'll need it from now on.) The average man—Lower prices, a tax cut, and a way of buying steaks on the installment plan. The average woman—The aver- age man. The kids in Korea—Peace. Navy Identifies Dead Pilot In Saturday Crash JACKSONVILLE &—The Navy here identified a pilot killed Sat- urday when his single engine fighter crashed in West Florida as Ens. Robert Owen Boehmer, a member of Fighter Squadron 13 at Cecil Field here. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Boehmer, St. Louis, Mo., were listed as next of kin. The body will be sent there for funeral serv- ices. Cause of the crash has not been determined, the Navy said. A sec- ond plane which took off here with Ens. Boehmer reached its destina- tion safely. The pilot of the second | ship said he lost his companion | Chapter 22 = came back to consciousness ~~ with the smoke of wood fires in his nostrils and the stir and bustle of an established encamp- ment in his eats. Looking up from where he lay, he could see that the sky was spattered with cool starlight and the moon, riding high above an unseen horizon, had already measured a third of the night away. As his mind struggled out of its somber depths he iealised that he was wrapped in fold after fold of blankets and that his whole body was drenched in sweat. He twisted his head un- comfortably to one side and saw Toni sitting beside him. “Where—where are we?” he asked hoarsely. His lips were as stiff and dry as sun-scorched leather and his tongue was so swollen he could hardly force out the words. He could see Toni’s face relax into a smile of sudden relief, and he felt her hand touch his face like a cool gust of wind-brushed Tain. “You are awake again, corazén! You are awake—and your cheek feels if all your fever was gone.” “Fever!” He tried to lift him- self up on one elbow and felt the curling fogs of dizziness assail him so that Toni’s face grew blurred and indistinct before his eyes. “How long have I been down with the fever? And where am I now? Where are the men?” And then he heard the booming rumble of Web's deep bass beside him. “We didn’t get ourselves trapped in that ambush, Kits- miller deliberately led us into that, an’ I've got a man here to prove it.” “Kitsmiller? Why, Web—Kits- miller was in charge of the ad- vance guard! They got him be- fore they got any of the rest of us Web spat contemptuously on the ground and then turned to wave forward a man. “Come up here, George,” he commanded. “Give the Colonel th’ straight of! tee! Change-Over Girl Has Entered Big Commercial Deal COPENHAGEN, Denmark (#— Christine Jorgenson, 26, the man turned woman, says she has signed “a big commercial contract.” She gave no details, but promised an announcement soon that “will be a big surprise for everybody.” The signing was disclosed in a telephone conversation yesterday with Christine, who is being vis- ited by her parents from the New York City’s Bronx. They arrived Saturday for their first reunion since Christine—formerly their son, George—began the series of opera- tions and treatments that changed Christine’s sex. No reporters or photographers were admitted to the suburban bun- galow where Christine is staying with her parents. She explained her contract requires her to do everything possible to prevent the taking of pictures for general dis- tribution. Christine has received offers of contracts from theatrical agents in both the U. S. and Europe. She has not announced acceptance of any of them, ARSON SUSPECT JAILED PASADENA, Calif. W—A party crasher was in jail booked on sus- picion of arson here following a one million dollar fire which de- stroyed the luxurious clubhouse of the Annandale Country Club Sun- day. The fire was discovered after a party broke up shortly after mid- night. Club manager Eugene J. in a squall. it, just like you when you come ri ago. trooper who stepped forward as one of the men of Kitsmiller’s troop. He had been one of the advance guard on the previous day, a grim, dark-featured man with the lean jaw and narrow eyes of a predatory wolf. The mouth was a little tighter than it had been when Clay had seen him before, and there was a curving knife slash from his ear ive it to me; ’ in a while’ i Clay recognized the rangy | dlin’ to his chin where the blood had| tried to dried and blackened in the stub- ble_of his beard. Clay pulled himself up to al fit sitting. position and his eyes robed the face of the trooper fore him. “Let's have it,” he said grimly. The troopers lips twisted sour- ly, as if even the words that lay upon his tongue were bitter and unsavory. “There ain’t too much to tell. Kitsmiller was ridin’ in th’ rear of th’ troop with all of us bunched up in front of him. Soon as we was over that little ridge in th’ canyon an’ out of sight of th’ column, he threw down on us with a gun in each hand. We never had a chance to draw or even turn, an’ while he held us there, th’ Regulators swarmed in from both sides. They took our guns an’ herded us on down th’ slope. Soon as they had us out of th’ way, they formed up an’ I seen ’em go pilin’ out over th’ top of th’ ridge.” Clay’s face was as harsh and unchanging as a block of stone, but there were dark fires of rage flaming in his eyes. “Kitsmiller ‘engineered the whole job?” “Sure, He was as welcome as a long lost brother.” “So he’s with the Regulators now.” Clay's voice was like a file cutting its way through steel. “I'd like mighty well to see him again.” George. grinned narrowly, a twisting, saturnine snarl that Poder his upper lip above bared sapere enon —-———— —— - There’s just one Sing” ie) tated as he studied Clay’s gaunt: cheeks, the deep hollows his eyes, the rava; that ‘still occasi th’ rest of us put toge' teadily, He laugh si . He began ‘to caw a square map in the soft him. “T've. got sort ed idea.” There was strength again. “We aren’t Palmentera,” he started out to do a job going to do it, if we have to went through hell water,” Crossword Puzzle ACROSS 1, Formerly 31, Beast 5. 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