The Key West Citizen Newspaper, January 1, 1953, Page 6

Page 6 FLASH GORDON THE KEY WEST CITIZEN ‘Thursda MAYBE MARLA HAD THE RIGHT IDEA, FLASH! MAYBE WE ALL SHOULD HAVE GONE BACK TO TARTARUS... HUH? GEE, FLASH! THERE DOESN'T SEEM TO BE ANY END TO THESE S AND WEIRD MOUNTAINS! “He WALKED As THOUGH MADE OF WOOD. HIS ONCE I WAS HUNTING. I MUST HAVE COME NEAR THE LAND OF THE JUNGLE WITCH--THEN I SAW THIS MAN-- ‘OR ALL WE KNOW, HE MAY BE DEAD BY NOW-BUT ITS OUR ONLY LEADTO THE TOADMEN PIRATES, == COMMANDER. I NEVER KNOWED NOTHIN’ ABOUT IT, NES, DAD! I'M GONG WITH MATT! HELL BE ) He’S WoRKING.’-~ January 1, 1953 SPECIAL MEETIN HURRY UP<WE'RE FLASH! WHAT'S THE MATTER? DON'T TELL ME_THERS'S ANOTH WEIRD SETUP AHEAD! ER People’s Forum ‘The Citizen welcomes expres- sions of the views of its read- ers, but the editor reserves the right to delete any items which are considered Ubelous or unwar- ranted. The writers should Le fair and confine the letters ri the writer must accomp: letters and will be pubil leas requested otherwise. CONGRATULATIONS Editor, The Citizen: May I congratulate the Key West Citizen staff on the fine job they are now doing. We are proud of our home-town newspaper. Everywhere I go peo- | ple are talking about the splendid By Lee Falk and Phil Davis} job your men and women are “IT HIT HIM IN THE APM.HE PULLED IT QUT AND LOOKEDA) fj {T. 1T WAS CLEAR HE HAD NOT EVEN TDIDNOT WAIT Tosce! TA FOR THAT WAS ONE OF THE By Lee Falk and Wilson McCoy BUT IVE GOTAJOB} _|WIISON NO DO FIRST*IF 1 | OY HAVE TIME+* doing. We realize that the cooperation of all us home-folk helps consti- tute the success of our daily sheet. and feel certain that more and | more all who make their homes here will come to feel that they must be loyal to The Citizen. Sincerely, Sunny Finch MORE THOMAS WOLFE Dear Editor: This is to say thank you for Susan McAvoy’s article putting Thomas Wolfe into words and also for the true story of his death. I had looked up ail possible data on Wolfe biographies in 1945 and could find only a few short para- graphs with other much _ longer | paragraphs on much less illustri- ous writers. There are evidently very few who truly enjoy the guy. | I’ve tried so often to introduce friends to him, friends whom I though should have liked him. T’ve yet to find anyone. Someone said, I helieve on the jacket of one of his books, “He | writes like Wagner’s music” which seems right on the button to me. Anyway it. seems to me, since | there is no real biography and with the stories Susan must have | gotten from Mrs. Wolfe, his mother | and with her talent for finding the right words, she should tackle his By John Cullen Murphy biography for all of us who have L.Q.TEST, SPIDER wT OnKese I BETTER NOT RISK 7 HONEN-POT--I'M APT TO GIT HYSTEERII been hunting one. The Paul Morleys of Homestead, Florida, are fairly well acquainted with his family. Paul grew up in Asheville and could tell me about some of his brothers and sisters, ete. He is too young to know Thomas. There have been a few guests at the Lodge who knew him in school but they had little to offer because he was evidently not much noticed then. And since, as Susan says, his audience is growing so quickly, there’d be a great demand for a book on him. How do I go about getting a subscription to your paper? Sincerely, Betty Barothy, Barothy Lodge Islamorada, Fla, NOSTALGIA AROUSED Editor, The Citizen: Re Susan McAvoy’s article on Great Stars of the American stage this week what nostalgia! Me just an old retired contractor. To think of Dalys, Weber and Fields’ Music *c}Hall, and Proctor’s 5th Avenue, which were all below 30th Street! And the Met, 49th way uptown; even Pabst had not opened the Beer garden, where now stands the New York Times Building at Times Square. When from back- stage I watched the Met audience throw librettos, gloves, hats, etc. into the air when Caruso and Sem- By George McManus brick completed “Martha” curtain By Paul Robinson |natd why by then was on Broad-| with air riff AWORD To Any: J) A CHANCE TO LINE [& One asour 1S STEALING wf 4 Tar CAR — ng calls continued for Caruso until Sembrich had dressed for the street and Caruso grabbed her when he came backstage and took her out front so garbed for the last calls. Then across the _ street to “Brown's Chop House” with cri- tics and Met personnel to talk over the Caruso qualities of voice, with many Russian Kimmels from the brown bottle shaped like a bear. I remember Klaw and Erlanger being there. Of course on Monday's we went to Tony Pastors in the afternoon. We had front seats by the brass rail around the piano played by Mike Bernard, brother of the great comedian Sam Ber way having graduated from Tony's after Lillian Russell. About then, Montgomery and Stone were going good with their trollycar act; a few years later they were to star in The Red Mill at a new venture theater way up town at Columbus circle (59th street). Sir Richard Mansfield was then doing some heavies, Beau Brum- mel, etc. I met the red headed daughter of his beloved valet, nice too. The Plac -ame into bew, and took over the nursery that had been Tony Pastors as well as |“Miner’s Bowery” which also turn. | THE CISCO KID Chapter 29 Pass Clay climbed the steps to the gallery at the front of the house. Mort came hurrying out through the doorway, his eyes darting right and left and then narrowing in satisfaction as he saw Clay. “Lookin’. for you,” he said tersely. “Morgan’s comin’ out in about ten minutes an’ he wants to see you when he gets here.” It was drawing on toward sun- set and the breeze coming in off the Gulf had ‘begun to lose its warmth and carry a suggestion of a chill. Clay pulled a leather- bottomed chair forward into a atch of sunlight and dropped into it, facing the bay and the open lawn that Morgan’s men had trampled into a barren camp- ground. A brisk fire was blazing on the ground about twenty-five feet in front of the gallery, and as Clay watched, he saw one of the men who was tending it prod at the coals and caught a brief glimpse of a foot-long bar of metal, half buried in the coals themselves and already heated to a cherry red. A steel tripod had been erected above the fire and a black iron kettle swung above it, throwing off twisting vapors of steam as its contents boiled and bubbled. “Now, what—” ‘Clay said, half to himself. He heard the sounds of move- ment behind him and looked over his shoulder to see two men dragging a massive oaken chair through the doorway and out | onto the gallery. They pulled it | forward until it was almost beside | his own and then stepped back, | puting with their exertions, and shooting anxious glances toward the doorway as if they were un- certain as to the reception of their efforts. The doors banged open and Morgan emerged, gross, heavy- bodied, short-legged; a_ walking Gargantua of-a man. He came forward slowly, hardly looking up until he had reached the chair and settled himself in it. The heavy head swung around and Clay could feel the force of voice rumbled like far-off thun- der and the pin-pointed eyes be- trayed no hint of Morgan’s inner ‘lay nodded carelessly. “I was already here,” he admitted. “There was no reason I shouldn’t stay.” He gestured carelessly to. ward the burning fire and swing- ing kettle. “I take it you’ve got something a little unusual under way.” Morgan inclined his head in the n of agreement. t aps for you, Mr. Logan, and yet not entirely new to us here at Oak Island. We are preparing to try the guard who allowed you to break into my study this morning.” * him? With a kettle of hot water and a red-hot iron king- pin?™ Morgan’s lips tightened in a grimace that might have been a shadow of amusement. “That is correct, Mr. Logan. It is known as trial by ordeal, and was quite common in ancient Britain _dur- ing the reign of the early Saxon kings. But perhaps you are not a student of medieval history, Mr. Logan?” Clay shook his head slowly. “Tm _ not—at least, not to that extent.” His eyes sharpened and stabbed Morgan’s unmoving face like searching rapier points. Ban es you tell me about it.” Morgan lifted his hand in a beckoning gesture and one of the guards that hovered over him moved quickly forward. “Bring the man out,” Morgan rumbled. “Bring him out here in front of me.” ‘HE guard whirled on his heel and disappeared around the corner of the house in a dead tun. In less than a minute he was back, with three other men hurrying along at his heels. The man in the middle was pulling back, his face twisted with fear and a steady stream of frantic — dripping from his colorless ips. “I will tell you about the— ordeal—now, Mr. Logan,” he promised. “Or, at least, you will listen while I tell this prisoner the facts about the justice that awaits Morgan’s eyes strike him like a physical blow. “I see that you received my message, Mr. Logan. I am pleased that you found it convenient to accede to my request.” The deep ed out many of our Broadway highlights. The Biograph started movie life on 14th street across from Tony Pastor’s next door to Sharkey’s cafe or saloon then. There were no Chinese restaurants in New York, only in Chinatown and on the corner of Mott and the Bowery. Eddie Cantor was a singing wait- er in an Irish restaurant and saloon. I was there a lot. And as for Easton, Pa, and Seip’s cafe, I think then of a one story restaurant and bar, and good Baltimore oysters. I had a friend with a white clay mine at Wind Gap. Easton has a boarding | house in the corner of the square which catered to boys and families of Lafayette college on the hill. What a street market Easton had there as well as the one in Bethle- hem. Stop in and see us sometime. Where can we get Daniel Blum’s book? : Harry and Rae Armstrong “Lands End” 3735 Avenue E. Key West, Flori- da. (Ed. Note, Blum’s new book and | others can be ordered through local | book shops or direct from publish- ers Greenberg Co., New York City.) “STOP VANDALISM” Editor, The Citizen: | In the hope that the parents of: the small boys that are causing so much damage to boats in Garrison Bight can be reached and take | {corrective measures, it is request- | ed that this letter be published in | your newspaper. For some time now, small boys of eight to fourteen years old have been wandering along the water- front of Garrison Bight shooting at birds, windows in |boats and any other object that | strikes their fancy. The ones that do not own guns chunk rocks, this vandalism has now reached a nev high, they are dropping huge rocks into boats, evidently with the in tent of knocking the bottoms out |aged almost be Yes- terday a com c rocks ¢ cruiser they repair ercial ee him.” The little eyes measured the pasPing wreck of a man before im, and the deep tones of the voice were like a sledge crashing against an anvil. that will take me days to repair, some of the dents will never come out. The Police Department does and will continue to patrol to try to stop or apprehend such vandalism, but it is impossible for them to have some one constantly on watch at each boat dock, so if this is read by parents of small boys who Play around the waterfront in the vicipity of the Seaplane Base and the Sewage plant along North Beach Road, won't you please see that your children are not guilty of such outrages in the future. ‘ Last summer I surprised a small boy of about twelve, in my boat, he jumped out, got on his bicycle and got away. When 1 boarded the boat, I noted that the ‘pad- lock hasp and door had been bat- tered in an attempt to break in. “Williams,” there thing of implacal rumbling voice now, ing you failed in your duty. Th@ punichm ent appointed for that | is death.” i The prisoner rolled his back and forth in protest, lessly, wordlessly, his lungs gene for the air that let him speak. “But we have a custom here, Williams, by which a man maf sometimes escape this — It is an old custom—a Cuse your remote ancestors scribed as trial by ordeal. If q can meet the test, you will die. If you fail, you will be ks immediately. There was absolute silence the gallery, in the packed rows men that rimmed the scene, from the poor devil who half supported, on the arms ‘ Baa a8 g ii i & metal in the .coals of Morgan continued, “a boiling water above it. will be dropped into the elbow deep. If you can our arm into that boilin; old the red hot iron hand, and bring it here your life will be spared. fail—or if you do not try—we will put an ‘end to you at once Williams threw his head so that he looked t the heavy beastliness of face. His voice was cracked broken, but now, incredibly, was a stronger timbre in it, a = of strength born of sheer final desperation. “T ain't afraid! ¥ nothin’ left to be afraid of.” Slowly, painfully, he piepelt free abe his e stood e1 a face streaked with blood, mouth a twisted scar of bitter fiance. He turned slowly so that faced the scarlet inferno fire, and as he watched, the men beside the fire the cons aside, lifted the metal in a tongs, and Prey te mering and brilliant, boiling wate: was 2 sharp appeared in cloud of ste: lowed, gray nant, in the (Te Es hi nee a3e it i i Zi te i et i H 5 5 iy i pt i He left an almost new the boat. If so cares to claim i | | mats plan to press for from the State the U, S. will deny shipments to Egypt h Israel’ contention | of power in the East t¢ Israel’s disadvantage,’ | Crossword Puzzle ACROSS 1. Belonging to that girl 8. Consider 9, Engraver's tool 10. Borders 12, Our northern 13. 15, neighbor Flower Worthless leaving . 16. Disease 43. 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