The Key West Citizen Newspaper, January 2, 1953, Page 8

Page & FLASH GORDON YOU SEE, T AM FROM V....I WILL EXPLAIN, THE 147 CENTURY BACK BUT FIRST EAT AND DRINK! YOU ON EARTH... YET I KNOW YOU BOTH/ MAYBE. 100 aoe BUSY AND CAN?T COME. LOTHAR, I’M ANXIOUS TO HAVE A LOOK AT MAYBE IS NOTHING. OND THIS MYSTERIOUS SILLY TALK. ‘S JUNGLE WITCH / ', HEY, YOU GUYS AREN'T WHICH ONE DO e WANT ME dO FuST, CRICKET ? WELL~ MAGGIE SEEMS TO BE IN GOOD HLMOR THIS MORNIN! = AN! TO HELP -rLL JUST GAY SOMETHIN! NICE \. TO HeR- SIVING YOU ANOTHER CHANCE 1S ALL DAD'S (OFA, MatTT.’ SO PLEASE DONT LET HIM GOWN THIS TIME TH’ SHARKS FINALLY SMOTHERED OZARK NEAR THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Friday, January 2, 1953 T'LL SAY WE'VE HAD ADVENTURES! AND ALL BECAUSE OF A COUPLE OF, WOMEN / LOOKING FOR, DALES LOOKING FOR MARLA! LOOKING FOR DALE! WOMEN! YOU CAN HAVE ‘EM! By Dan Barry «BEFORE YOU GO ANY FURTHER, L THINK I OUGHT TO INTRODUCE YOU TO my DAUGHTER! J By Lee Falk and Phil Davis f oFe T'MGOING. I’LLNEEO A KING AMEN CEAN up | | HELPER. WHO70 LIKE TO MESS HERE,MEQUIT.| | VISIT THE JUNGLE WITCH WITH ME? VISIT HER--IN THE LAND OF T LIVING DEAD? YOU ARE MAD. NO ONE WILLGO WITH You! | DON'T KNOW, CHIEF. DO YOU HELLO, FLASH THINK IT’S }] WAY, TO FIND GORDON! HELLO, REALE / Out! TL 'D. LIKE TO GIT MY PAWS ON THAT _VARMINT JIM DANDY !! RAY/... COME IN / Lt COUNT ‘EM. 7) / By Fred Lasswell "Books by A. de T. Gingras Key (MEN AT ARMS by Evelyn Waugh, war novel published by Little, Brown and Col. Boston, 324 pages.) Evelyn Waugh has also made his contribution to English novels which have found their inspiration in World War II. He has moved one of the fami- liar upper class Catholic English- men of his earlier novels into Britain at war. Guy Crouchback, the hero, is 36 years old. A man with an income, he has been liv- ing in Italy for most of the 8 years prior to his enlistment. Crouchback is given a commis-. sion in the Halberdiers, and the action of the novel follows his ex- periences with the brigade, as it advances through the training per- iod in England to the battle front. Because they are older than most | of the officers in training, he and another trainee named Apthorpe, are called uncles. The author uses Apthorpe and a Brigadier Ritchie- Hoo as the other principal figures | in the story. As usual, irony is the predom- | inating tone of the book, and the impetus for the author’s selection | of situations. But the irony is soft ; pedaled, and sometimes very in- direct. It never reaches the sharp mad satire of the “Loved One.” Crouchback is his identification with the Halberdiers, for the first time feels himself as belonging to his’ country and having a place among his fellowmen. Waugh com- pares the experience with a honey- moon. It is always a question on finish- ing one of Mr. Waugh’s wel! thought out, carefully worded novels, as to whether he has con- tempt or sympathy for the tradi- tion-bound unoccupied Catholic English aristocrat. And also the reader is never sure whether Ca- tholicism is commended or blam- ed for the situation in which these Englishmen find themselves. Certainly they are shown out of tune with the world in which they live, they are men lonely and un- able to find satisfaction in man’s usual experiences and triumphs, whether they be physical or artis- tic. Does Mr. Waugh consider this the rightful place for man, whose only true happiness is purported- ly in a world beyond death where he is united with his God? Or is he wondering about the soundess of a system or a philosophy which Produces this type of man? The love of a woman and a good job seem on the surface to be awfully sound and simple human solutions for the problems which confront most of them. (SHORT STORIES by Frank Kaf- ka, translated from the German by Willa and Edwin Muir, publish- ed by Modern Library, New York City, 328 pages.) In these strange Daliesque stor- ies of Frank Kafka, God has died. A numb resignation unlighted by any surprises of hope or grace pre- vail in the selections. As Philip Rahv indicates in his introduction, Kafka is obsessed with an inor- dinate sense of inadequacy, failure, and sinfulness - a sinfulness cor- responding to nothing he had actually done or left undone, but lodged in the innermost recesses of his being. In the ‘Metamorphosis,” the clerk Gregor Samsa, awakens one By George McManus | ™orning to’ fi:d himself changed into a gigantic insect. Most critics or scholars of the German writer's works say the insect was a cock- roach. On her first reading of the story several years ago, this re- viewer somehow thought the in- sect was a grasshopper. This may or may not have been her sub- conscious insisting that if the in- dignity of becoming an insect must be thrust upon a human being, let it be at least a jolly fellow who knows the beauty of summer mea- dows and sun on daisies. But upon a perusal of all the stories in this book at one sitting, she has no further illusions about the insect Gregor Samas became. He was a cockroach and Mr. Kaf- ka intended him to be just that. The horrible succession of days which follow in the life of the poor fellow as he lives in his own filth, tries to balance himself on his silly little legs, and eats out of pans on the floor, is a study in ignominy And at the same time, the insect's remaining human intelligence makes him see in anguish what happens to the sister and parents he loves as a result of his mis- fortune. And the other stories are as hopelessly and brilliantly dismal. In “Penal Colony” a machine needles into a criminal’s back, a THE CISCO KID Chapter 30 T= guards stepped back and Williar-s moved slowly for- ward. Hie >t dragged with every step he took and Clay could see the spasmodic twisting and trembling of the muscles in his back and shoulders. He stopped beside the kettle and C down into it, his face wiped clean of any trace of hu- manity, a strained, immobile mask, bloodless, drained dry of feeling, facing unspeakable agony that must be, in final irony, self- inflicted, and, by that token, so tion and in actuality. | , Suddenly, like a striking snake, | he plunged his arm into the boil- ing water, and a gasp of mingled pain and involuntary sympathy swept like a gust of wind across the tight-pressed mob of watch- ing men. His head jerked back and the tendons stood out on his throat as the scalding water touched his skin, but then the arm*was out again, extended straight out from | his side, as if he were trying to free himself from its flaming pain —and the bar ‘of metal was clasped tight in his hand. It was no longer cherry red, but as he held it there. the gray steam that hung above his hand darkened almost into smoke as the fiery torture of the iron ate into his skin and through his | flesh into the bone. He had turned back toward the| * gallery now, lurching forward ike a drunkard stumbling down a precipitous slope. His teeth ; Were bared in a snarl that was } More horrible than anv beast’s. } and his sobbing breath sent cold} fingers of horror quivering down Clay’s spine. Morgan was his lips half breath ripping i chest, his eyes in their lusting t ecstasy of pain. His b backward and_forw. leani corched flesh reached them, his tongue flicked out and ran greedily along the twisting effges of his lips. Williams was less than ten feet away now, his knees buckling be- When the culprit is properly dead, the contraption tosses his body into a pit in a position fur any onlook- ers to read the inscribed bloody words. In ‘“‘the Judgeent” a young merchant is led to disaster by his humorless worry about a normal relationship with his aging father. In “The T the luckless hero is accused but doesn’t exactly know what constitutes his crime. Even when he is condemned and finally led to execution, he is still vague about the reasons for the whole business. And then there are other stories permeated with the same hopelessness. In “Investiga- tion of a Dog” a canine hero ex- amines life, and in Kafka’s f2med “Great Wall of China” this forti- fication is used to exo’ bolically the very distant relation- ship of the average 1 to a spiritual or temporal ruler, Frank Kafka is an amazing ex- perience. both emotional and liter- ary. His prose is clear, and much of it close to stylistic perfection even in translation. And as Philip Rahv points out in his introduetion, he is more than a neurotic artist. He is also an artist of neurosis. “. . .he succeeds in objecting thru imaginative means the states of mind typical of neurosis and hence in incorporating his private world into the public. world we live in.” But the German author is not conducive to a cheerful evening. [zuNIoR SELECTION (LINDA AND THE INDIANS, by C. W. Anderson, child's picture book, Macmillan Co., 54 pages, il- | [lustrated by the author.) ¢_ Linda, a small girl with long dark hair, has a black and white pony called Daisy. And with her smal! horse, the heroine plays make believe games about being a cowgirl or an Indian named Little Moon. But Daisy is an unimaginative beast, and sees only chipmunks and fat old cows in the meadow. Then one day while Linda and Daisy are out riding, they find jan Indian trail. They dig up a |mound and discover arrowheads under the stones. Again Daisy isn't amused, because the arrow- |heads are not edible But then on that same trail some. thing very real happens. A fierce dog on a chain breaks loose and comes after Linda and ber pony And what takes place after that is the story. This tale follows photographic realism in both its story and illus- much the worse both in anticipa- | pe: By Homer Hatten neath him, the outstretched arm sinking slowly to his side. As they watched, he summoned up a fi- nal, desperate instant of strength and threw himself forward to- ward the chair where Morgan sat. But the tendons that had held the fingers clasped around the iron bar were burned away. There was no strength to hold it longer, no liaison between the still unbeaten brain and the broken tatters of the flesh. H- fell face foremost, almost at the foot of the steps, and 1s he fell, the iron slipped from his useless hand and dropped to the trampled ground side him. For a long moment they stared at each other, the broken man Prostrate in the dust and the man-beast half crouching in his chair above him. i | SLOWLY Morgan’s right hand moved to his side and then ap- Peared again, the dull blue metal of the pistol it held glowing evily in the reflected light from the fire. “Great Gud, Morgan!” The cry was wrung from Clay before he knew the words had formed with- in his mind. “You aren’t going to kill that man now! Not after what he’s been through!” _He leaped to his feet and found his arms pinned behind him by two brawny guards. Head thrust forward, he glared at Morgan with a greater fury of concen- j trated hate than he had ever known. “By God,” he promised savage- af “you pull that trigger and The dull roar of the gun smothered his words and he turned his head slowly to see a round. dark hole that had ap- peared directly between Williams’ staring eyes. The hole filled with ; the dark welling of blood as he stared at it in speechless horror. Morgan swung his great head around to look up at Clay, and d, there was still the dark fire of s2nity burning in his eyes. ou forget yourself, Mr. Lo- gan.” The voice was flat and emo- tionless, as quiet as it had been when he discussed Santa Ana’s epee proposal in his study a| be ha -dozen hours before. ie agreement was that, if he did not ber of children’s books on, the market today. It is is inoffensive, only mildly exciting in the last pages, and. no competition for the comic books. 1952 MARRIAGES TOP DIVORCES IN L. A. LOS ANGELES ® — It was a tough fight, but-Los Angeles Coun- ty’s marriage license bureau final- ly managed to get an eyelash decision over the divorce courts. The 1952 figure: 30,177 marriage licenses, 29,496 divorces, ICY PLUNGE FOR REDS LONDON (—Moscow radio re- 'ported that a group of hardy . | Soviet swimming enthusiasts greet- ‘ed 1953 by leaytag into the icy waters of the River Moskva and racing 540 vards. ACROSS * Aversion 9. Spill over 13. Airy 14. Rain hard 15. Incline | 16. Office of a monk | 18. Ant . Art able 21, ast echt 37. Neuter pronoun 38. Footlike part 39. District in London 41. Frosty: archai¢ 43. Mexican substance 50. City in 51. E ge ne 82 One who corrupts Se ae 55. Calmest DOWN 1. Cancel 2 Newspaper 27. ; Asiatic palm . Legal action trations, as do the greatest num- bring the iron to me, he woul die. He failed, and he is dead. trust you are not unduly dis- turbed, Mr. Logan.” Clay shook his head to clear his mind, unable to believe that he had actually witnessed the scene of barbaric horror that had just been played in the dust before him. The rage and the furious protest against the cruelty and injustice of it was like a cord around his throat. There was @ dull throbbing in his brain and he was straining against the men who held him until every muscle was tensed into a rope of steel. “You are not forgetting the business that brought you here, Mr. Logan?” S There was a warning in the voice; a warning that here, in his own stronghold, no man_ alive could hope to challenge Morgan and escape. “The business that brought you here...” Yes, that was more important, even though to Morgan it meant a dream of empire and to him it meant a regiment of men depending on him for their very lives. Slowly Clay relaxed, letting his arms go limp, letting the tense- ness go out of his shoulders and his thighs and the calves of his legs. He nodded wearily, accept- ing again the responsibility that overrode any personal hate or Tage or fury or desire. “I remember,” he said slowly. “I remember the business that brought me here.” Morgan lifted his hand and he felt the hard hands of the guards fall away from his arms. Silently he watched Morgan hoist himself out of his chair and move slowly toward the doorway, without as much as a farewell glance at the bloody figure sprawled on the ground before the gallery. Yes, he remembered—and he would remember this, too. He would remember it on the day the regiment swept down on this carrion nest of cruelty and sadism and bestiality. He would remem- ber it in the moment that his un- sheathed knife touched Morgan's throat—and he would see that Morgan remembered, too. Yes, when that time came, he would very sure that Morgan re- membered this night's work. {To be continued) Publie Hearings On AF Crashes WASHINGTON (®--Air Force of- ficials will be the first witnesses when the douse Armed Services Committee opens public hearings Tuesday on recent crashes of Air Force transport planes. The prospective chairman of the committee in the new Congress, Rep. Short (R-Mo) recently said the possibility of sabotage should be investigated. Murry Dickson of the Pirates had the dubious distinction of los- ing the most games, 21, giving up the most homers, 26, and yielding the most runs, 128, in the National League in 1952. Crossword Puzzle ENDOWS a EINOIR [ROWS - Solution of Yesterday's Puzzie 3. Disgraceful & Samuel's mentor |. Water flying in ae particles . That which is lent . Excel in splendor . Makes believe 5. Land measure 6. Month of the ear: abbr. 7. Sallor