The Key West Citizen Newspaper, January 13, 1953, Page 8

e 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tuesday, January 13, 1953 FLASH GORDON SEE? WHEN I THROW STONES, LEAVES, TWIGS THROUGH THE ‘SQUARE DOUGHNUT... L THROW THEM INTO THE FUTURE / THIS CERTAINLY IS CRAZY! WHEN L LOOK THROUGH THE HOLE IN THIS SQUARE 4 DOUGHNUT, L DON'T SEE MY HAND... THE SCAFFOLD... ANYTHING! THEY CATCH Hild AT THE DOOR<+A WSF 7 WILD ~-ON THE CONTRARY--THEY iWANT ) HS THIS THE PALACE OF THE JUNGLE WITCH? IT’S ENORMOUS! ANDIT’S BRAND-NEW! HOW DID IT GET HERE IN THE JUNGLE 2 IME TOGO IN. ARE THESE MORE OF THE LIVING DEAD’? TF THIS ISN'T THE SHE NEARS THE PALACE, MEN BLACK BOW SILENTLY TOHIM. HI, UNCLE THADDEUS! 1 SAN 001 SOMETHING C & A NOTATHING, MY BOY,.NOT A THING! GLE AND SNUFFY SMITH LOOK AT YE !! pRiBBLIN’ YORE SUPPER ALL OVER YORESE'F!! T RECKON ICL PUT A BiB ON YE AFTER ALL T WONDER IF "STICKY HAS REFORMED --HE JUST SERVED A TERM FOR GRAND LARCENY / YES--BuT IF CAN GIVE ME SSS il nN ‘Key West Youth | 3 Middle East Oil Question To Grand Jury By SAM DAWSON NEW YORK (®#— Tae ticklish question of Middle East oil—and of the role of the American com- panies operating there—comes up this week in a Washington grand jury room. The problem is closely tied with the world struggle between the Western democracies and the So- viets—because the rich oil fields so close to Russia are essential to Western defense. That is why pressure has been brought upon the Justice Depart- ment to dismiss criminal charges against the American companies accused of violating anti-trust laws by entering a world cartel. Also involved is the whole ques- tion- of American private invest- ment in the development of re- sources of other lands. Five American oil companies op- erating in the Middle East are accused, along with Dutch and British companies, of forming a world cartel to fix the price and control the output of the greater part of the oil produced outside the United States. They deny the charges. And the British and Dutch governments are hostile to the inquiry. The dispute between England and Iran—bearing as it does the seeds of possible war—also enters the picture. American companies operating in nearby oil fields have feared that the Iranian example of na- tionalization of its oil industry might be followed by other Arabi- an states. The oil companies contend that a criminal indictment against them on the cartel charges might be made an excuse by government of the lands where they operate to break the contracts under which the oil companies explored, dis- covered and developed oil fields. They also contend that the charg- es against them are discouraging to any American investors who might be considering putting pri- vate dollars into the development of the resources of backward lands—a prime object of the Wash- ington administration under the Point Four Program. Oilmen say that the State and Defense Departments have been on their side in the dispute with PROMISE OF DELIGHT AC the frozen pause, and then, “You can do as you like, of course, Anthea.” Mrs. Grain- ger’s voice was frigid. “But I think you're being very childish and} silly. Pl go and get the coffee ready for us, Gregory. Shall we have it in the garden?” She went out without waiting for his reply. Joe Carlotti himself opened the or in answer to her ring, a wide smile of welcome on his face. Sit- ting next to him in the car, she had not realized how tall he was, | in a rangy, loose-limbed way. “Come in, he said. 1 was begin- ning to think you had cold feet, or your mother ouldn’t let you.” Tell-tale color flared up in her cheeks, and Joe laughed out loud. “So she didn’t care about it? Papa’s reputation has preceded him as usual. Well, I can’t blame her. But I don’t take after him.” He pulled Anthea’s hand through his arm, in the most casual and friendly way. She looked round the hall which had been newly painted in white; the carpet and stair carpet were red. Against the wall was a magnificent console table with a top of inlaid colored marbles and amethyst. Too magnificent, per- haps, for the square, simple hall. “T like it very much,” she said. “All my own work,” said Joe modestly. “Im proud of the hall Bianca and Papa kept wiring me from different parts of the world, with decorating and furnishing instructions. But they forgot the hall, so I did that to please my- self. It's the only sane room in the house. This,” he indicated the console table, “Papa had when he rented a pallazzo in Venice. It would have been nice if he'd left it there.” He opened the kitchen door and yell-d, “Bianca!” From the kitchen came the faint smell of cooking, a slightly garlic- flavored smell, and she saw that in the neat white suburban kitch- en wreaths of onions had been hung on the airing frame, and foreign sausages, and a bowl of brightly colored peppers on the sideboard. Like the presiding genie, a woman appeared. She was tall ard her hair was grey, pulled back from the magnificent fea- tures into a tight bun on the nape of her neck. ‘Her little flat ears were pierced and held golden rings. She wore a big black apron, wiping her hands on it, looking By Mary Howard at Anthea with black implacable, expressionless eyes. “Ah, Bianca. This is Miss An- thea Grainger from next door.” The woman dipped her head, and said, “Pleased, to meet,” and went on wiping her hands, as though she did not wish Anthea to shake them. Anthea murmured a little in- adequately, “How do you do?” “We'd like some coffee, Bianca.” “Okay. I go and make it. Two- three minutes.” “Fine. Come along, Miss Grain- ger.” He opened the door into the most magnificent and frightful room that Anthea had ever seen. She was aware of Joe’s eyes pean her, waiting her reaction. She was aware that the walls were painted gold, that there was an enormous Venetian glass chande- lier, that the furniture seemed to/ Lo: be covered in gold brocade or white fur, and that there were a great number of framed photo- graphs. Joe smiled with gentle triumph as he watched her. “yo are speechless,” he said. “I knew you would be. People have been known to pass right out on first contact. with my father’s taste. Sit down.” He indicated a chair covered with white fur. “It won't bite. The coffee won’t be long.” “Is Bianca the housekeeper?” asked Anthea. “Yes, sort of . . . exceedingly permanent. She’s been with us ever since | can remember.” He caught the expression in her eyes, and shrugged. “One of Papa’s ro- mances? I don’t know. If so, it was so long ago that they have both forgotten. “She's magnificent to look at,” said Anthea. “Like an eagle.” “Yes,” he smiled, “and just as dangerous ... but she’s always been wonderfully loyal to us. She has a daughter somewhere in the States. In a convent. She goes everywhere with us, and we move about the world in a pretty foot- loose way. And always, wherever we are, she converts the house, or hotel room, or what-have you. into this particular kind of pe- culiar home of ours. Four wives have come and gone, but Bianca goes on forever. She was always very good to me.” There was a depth of sincerity in his last words. He looked up and saw Anthea bola with her small- hands clasped, her checks flushed, right on the edge of her chair, completely unaware of her- self and very pretty. He was al- ways amused by the impact of the the Justice Department which act- ed on a report by the Federal Trade Commission. The State Department worries about the delicate . international problem—the agreements with the Dutch, British, French govern- ments—under which the oil com- panies operated in dealing with the Arabian nations. The Defense Department worries about the role Russia might take if trouble spreads in the oil-rich Middle East. Western Europe is coming more and more to depend upon Middle Eastern oil, thus getting away from the long haul of oil from Venezuela or the United States. The Middle East has about half of the world’s known oil reserves. Russia and her satellites are be- | lieved to have only about 7 per | cent—an insufficient amount to power a full-scale war. American, British, French and | Dutch companies now control the | overwhelmingly largest share of | the world’s oil reserves. They | ‘Convicted Slayer Hopes His Bald Head Will OKLAHROMA CITY, (#—Convict-; Save His Life At first Lloyd Everhart was ed slayer Carl Austin DeWolf is|charged with the slaying—but he waiting here to die in the electric | was shot to death at a roadblock. chair Jan. 27, but he hopes his |The prosecution said it later found bald head may yet save his life. Everhart was in Richmond, Ind., DeWolf, convicted of slaying a/{at the time of the slaying, getting Tulsa detective in 1946 after running gut battle, is light com- plexioned and baid, except for sideburns. New witnesses have | testified the man they saw flee-| ing from the scene of the shooting | had bushy hair and a dark com-| plexion. | The conflicting testimony has prompted Gov. Johnston Murray | to issue four stays of execution and has provoked an unprecedent ed review by the State Penal In have an even larger share of ‘the | world’s production and refining | capacity. That's why the disposition of the ' cartel charges is more than just ! a question of an anti-trust action. 5 | Is Accepted For | Med. School Entry Vincent Molina, Jr., Key West, senior in the School of Chemistry, University of Alabama, has been | jmpris: stitutions Committee, which con venes today Committee Chairman Sen. Kirk sey Nix, a McAlester, Okla., crim inal lawyer, says frankly be be. lieves DeWolf has been He said he has five new who will testify the slayer bushy hair. He said if the mittee believes, after the mony, that DeWolf is not ti derer, it will ask the gov a fifth stay of executior proceedings for a new t The State Pardon and Board has twice ref mute the death se ment. After accepted for admission by the Tu-| review of the case the b: a|treatments at a hospital. DeWolf was arrested in Califor ACROSS 1. Poem 4 Wagons Steps crossing a fence Electric unit: abbr. R.bbed cloth 5. Kind of - Pi e scores Close New Testa- abbr 14. Female ruff 15. Closed car 17. Bi men’ AP Newsfeatures Carlotti household on_stranger&, and Anthea was obviously efe- thralled. Anthea’ swallowed, pulled hete self together, and spoke. She spoke in a little rush, for eve® Since dinner time she had beem going over the speech in her mind. “Mr. Carlotti,” she said, “I have e?” he asked gravely, but the corners of his mouth twitched just a little. “Do you want to get into pictures?” “No.” She shook her head ve- hemently. “I do secretarial work. But I want a change. I want to do something new and interesti and completely on my own. it did occur to me that you or your father might possibly need a secretary while you were im ndon.” He nodded, and said, “Very Possibly.” She flushed. “You're laughing at me.” He said quickly, “No,” and, leaning forward, he took het hand. “I thought we were going to be friends and neighbors.” The hand in his was tense and trem- bling with e: ment. “Suppose you relax a little. And suppose you call me Joe, and keep Mr. Carlotti for papa? He’s the guy you want to keep at arm’s length. He grinned, “Well, it does so hape pen that he wrote to me to get him a secretary He wants an English - speaking secretary, to work with him this summer, here and in the South of France. Do you think your mother will let you go?” . “She's got to,” said Anthea pas- sionately.““She's got to.” The door was suddenly swung open and Bianca stalked into the room. She put the coffee tray down on a small table in front of Joe, and stood with her arms folded over her stomach, hands. nursing elbows, in the traditional attitude of peasant woman from time immemorial. “Bianca will be coming France with us,” said Joe easily, “so you'll have a chaperone. I shal] be there too—working with the Old Man. Two chaperones.” Bianca suddenly showed her ;white teeth and roared with | laughter. “That one,” she said, her black eyes and expressing hands disparaging Anthea, “like a win- ter chick. So s y. She will not need a chapero not with the padrone. Santa Maria, he will never see her! Sae is too thin.” ; (To be ce stinued) nia and the murder gun was found in his possession. He claimed the gun was given him by Everhart. Eyewitnesses at the trial identified DeWoif as sl and others | said the gun was in his possession {before the In death row ¢ DeWolf has maintained his inng- cence. He told Tulsa World report- er Gilbert Asher, “i've ne a lot of things I'm of, but murder is not ¢ of them. As ' am innocent of the death of officer Gerald St. penitentiary, Zricim One oon aan 2— Solution of Yesterday's Puzzle tamping form OH, THAT'S RIGHT’ lane University Medical School in| cently voted unanimously that De ITS‘SEVEN O'CLOCK! You'RE HERE TO REPORT.’— COME IN THE New Orleans. He will begin his studies in September, 1953. Active in extra-curricular circles Molina is president of Gamma Sig- ma Epsilon chemical honorary society, and a member of Alpha Epsilon Delta, medical honor- ary society, Alpha Chi Sigma chemical professional fraternity, | and the Alabama Pasteur Society. | He is the son of Mr. and Mrs. | V. J. Molina, Sr., of 1125 Margaret Street Wolf must die, and Gov. M announced he had doomed mar. his | cution unless to change the ent |things. 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