The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 26, 1952, Page 8

Page 8 Friday, December 26, 1952 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN DON | iy "HE. WAS RIGHT! THE EXPLO: DON’TLETHIM | | LOTHAR, GET AWAY. KILL THE OFFICERS, TOO! THE POLICE HAVE YOUR | DON'T TAKE THEYRE WILD! CONVICT PAL, SOCKY, | ME THERE. AND THEY'LL WANT YOU, Fy THEY*LL TOO--WHAT’S THAT? | TEAR ME T APART! PP ( SOE WENT OUTSIDE. TO. TELL MAC YOU WANTED HIM-THEN JOE CAME FOR TWO MORE ROUNDS CHIPS DISPLA) Mae e ieee ae "CROND DOSN'T bite Tres ee CRICKET JES! GIVE LEETLE EBENEEZER HIS VERY FUST JHUPPIN’-- << I DON'T KNOW WHAT My LING THIS FELLOW POSITION AS ADVERTISING) WILL GIVE AND SALES MANAGER / HIM SOME ¢ FOR A MR. FISHFIN, OF His BUSINESS! GOCO NIGHT’ DON'T COME WN! ITS LATE.’ AND NOW You ALL SHALL GO ONCE MORE INTO THE WORLD OF ILLUSION AND OUT OF PASTURIA FOREVER! STOP THEM-~BEFORE THEY IT 1G WEARING SoES TOAD TOADMAN NEW YORK (# = What mother ever raised her. boy to be.a vice president? : day aim her lad from birth toward | one of the safest-and most-profit- able careers in America—that of being a vice president? There are thousands upon thousands of vice presidents in this country, yet not one saint life with that idea in mind. They all got there by accident. But why shouldn’t a smart young fellow set out deliberately to make himself a vice president? Why shouldn't business colleges have a course entitled, “How to become a vice president and stop right there.” i There is a popular belief that every man- like to: have! a high-paying post with a lot of re- sponsibility. ‘That isn’t so. What the average man really craves is a high-paying post with absolutely no responsibility. And for that: you can’t beat the job of vice presi- dent. ‘i Look at what it offers: 1, A swivel chair in a warm of- fice out of the wind and the rain. 2. A secretary to answer. the phone calls from your wife. (And who else would phone a vice presi- dent?) 3. Prestige. Everybody thinks hal important but nobody knows why. 4. Security. Nobody ever fires a vice president—because he never does anything wrong. Since nobody really knows what his duties are, he wisely decides the best way to keep from doing something wrong is to do nothing. Some folks believe that vice pres- idents are frustrated, neurotic ex- ecutives consumed by gnawing am- bition and who spend theiredays off lying on a psychiatrist’s couch ask- ing: 3 “Why can’t I be a president in- pare of just another vice presi- ient:” Nothing could be further from fact. Most vice presidents are con- tented, cheerful men whose sleep is haunfed by only one terror: “What if they ever made me prone: of the firm? What would I do?” They know they have a happy life, and they don’t want anybody to mess it up by giving them more . Who lives longer If I were a young fellow start- ing on a fresh career I’d go to work ” presidents are doing.’ That is living at the peak. INAUGURAL BALL TO BE IN TWO SECTIONS that the traditional climax to the presidential inauguration on Jan. 20 will be in two sections. -- The ball was announced Ie ly as an invitation-only -affair at the local armory, where the‘ ball four years ago was limited’ to 5,300 persons because of fire regulations. Now a second section is ar- Heap for Uline ‘Arena, with blue eyes that surveyed Clay, or in the rifle that was ready in his hands. “Git off that horse,” he com- |. manded , “an’ he sure you don't reach » for - nothin’ © while you're doin’ it.” Hard eyes intent,.he watched Clay maneuver himself out of the ddl down to the ground. 7 adore, ed torwerss Pee ee PA y, an orse. ‘ bes nee his voice alder .to some, companion hidden in the trees. “Keep ‘em.covered while I see what he’s totin’ along with him.” Clay started in surprise as the reply come from a de et. of brush less'than t: “I got him, Lije, rigat th’ eyes. One move an him so he'll be too dead to He tried-to probe the branches, but the hidden man Yugoslav Girl Sentenced. For . Anti-Red Work BELGRADE W—A’ Yugoilav dis- see Morgan. see. Morgan ‘ replied, reason I-want to see Mor- : He’s going to jerk juare yard of hide right if you waste much me to him!” i “tarl we back pale eyes ith unhidden dis- to belt you you @ little “You lift a hand and I'll break your jaw and run your leg through it,” he promised icily. “If you've got anything to do with Morgan, get going and take me to him. If you haven't, get out of my way.” A:shade of indecision crossed | © Lije’s face. Clay was a stranger, but his voice was straight out of mtucky, and it was a voice that expected to be obeyed. Wi iy his stentorian howl again. “Come out here, Mort,” commanded. “I’m damned if know what we've caught, but He’s shore an unlikely varmint.” One moment the path was empty and in the next Mort blocked it. He stood staring at Clay. thin almost of Western clothes and customs are “This danged foo] says he wants to see Morgan.” v sneer in Lije’s voice. n what Morgan’d be wantin’ w: a feller like that. "Pears to we might as well shoot him an’ think no more about it” He glanced questionably at Morty “That sound about right to you?’ Mort’s eyes had never left Clay’s face, and now he spoke with the barest possible moves ment of his lips. “Cain’t say,” he rasped laconl- ie glared at him in exaspee rated impatience. “Well,” he protested, and then, as Mort's basilisk eye continued to study him, he accepted defeat. “All right.” He threw up his arms in a gesture of disgust. “Take him on, then. God knows you ain’t no more company to @ man than a bump on a log, anys way.” He turned and started to wal away, but Clay’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Don’t try to go south with that pistol,” he commanded grimly. “I might want it to beat that moss-grown face of yours in with someday.” Lije wheeled around, his mouth half open in a yowl of rage and rotest. But Mort held out his and, and after a mutinous in- stant Lije jerked the gun out of his belt and flung it at him. “Chances are, you'll let him tote it himself,” he snarled sare castically, “bein’ as you're so bent to see that he gets to where he's on him and picked up the reins Clay had flipped over his horse’s head.to tether him to the ground. “Down thataway.” He motioned eastward with his gun, and as Clay moved forward he fell in be- hind him, Clay’s horse pacin: sedately at his heels. A hundre yards farther on they found two more horses tethered, and he mounted one of them and then motioned for Clay to climb back into the saddle. Oak Island lay ahead and in it lay the seeds of a far more likely death than even Lije had offered. Scowling, he began to rehearse the story he planned to tell. Either it was go- ing to be accepted wholeheart- ly or he was going to be very dead indeed. “We landed three days ago at Matagorda Bay...” he began under his breath. 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