The Key West Citizen Newspaper, May 4, 1953, Page 8

THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Monday, May 4, 1953 FUN, YOU SAYZ DO ‘yOu “SUPPO: BUILT A DREAM INTO AN INDUSTRIAL EMPIRE ON FUN? IOT PREPARE YOUR: AS HEIR TO THE PENNINGTON AIRCRAFT COR! TION. BY ¥ ASSOCIATING WITH STREET PLAYIN THE STREETS URCHINS! UKE OTHER BOYS? YOU'RE NOT EATING ) I’ NOT HUNGRY! HL YOUR DINNER, u RIL! VE L'VE WORKED TO MAKE My FORTUNE! AND I'LL NOT RAISE A FRIVOLOUS SON TO. SQUANDER IT! fa EHP | DONT KNOW! DICE Savg i: DO IT, WE A BIG GAMBLER RUNS) | WHV WAS THIG PONE? WHY A CASINO. DOES YOUR BOSS WANT TOKILL = LYDIA?, KK YEAH? DICE TOOK ME OFF THE JOB.THERE GOES HER SHIP NOW-AND ON ITARE TWO OF DICES BOYS To LET ME GO,GRANT. I WANT TO SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING VOLUNTEER. BUT UP THERE. NO MAN HAS EVER TRAVELED T0 THE UR CHANCES OF W prciafen AROCKET,, JORAKE. BLOOD IN HIS EYE INSTEAD OF FORGIVENESS IN 9 \ THEN T/LL KINDA HINT | py HIS HEART, HUH? BEN'S BURNING UP AT THE PUNCH RED THREW AT HiMow . + eo) (AND THEY BoTH . BORROWED. $1002 FROM ME! WOULD YOU LIKE TO PAY ME NOW= SiR? YAHLVI dN ONIONTYS aIy_o9s19 3 Sports Roundup By GAYLE TALBOT The official Australian tennis team of Ken Rosewall, Lewis Hoad, Ian Ayre, Mervyn Rose and Clive Wilderspin begins its Euro- ships on. Monday. Wilderspin, ‘a newcomer of 22, upset Hoad in the Aussie national championships last January. « z It is plain that the Australian Davis Cup Committee intends to play its two wonder kids, Rosewall and Hoad, both in singles and doubles in next winter’s challenge round at Melbourne. The team of Rose and Don Candy, which de- feated Frank Sedgman and. Ken McGregor in last year’s New South Wales title meet, has been broken up and .Rose commanded to pair himself with some other member of the touring squad. Can’t say that this materially improves our chances of winning the big mug back. Those juveniles play doubles about as well as they do singles, and they can play a very long time without tiring. NOGUuOD HSV13 Bill Summers, the veteran American League umpire, says that battle royal between the Yankees and the Browns at St. Louis the other day was the worst he has seen in his 20 years in the majors. “More real hard punches were thrown and landed on both sides than I ever saw before,” Bill commented. “There was one real good fight going on that hardly anybody noticed in the confusion.” The simple truth is that most ball players are poor with their fists. Perhaps a hundred times we have seen a couple of them rush toward each other, bellowing and kicking up dust, but we cannot recall ever having seen a player land a good, clean blow before the wrestling began. The only players we know of today who is a trained, scientjfic middleweight ‘n college down South. He challenged a loud- mouthed fan in Tucson this spring, but the fellow was smart. Bill Dickey, the old Yankee catcher, had a distressing exper- ience back in the 30’s when he suddenly swung in a fit of, temper and broke the jaw of Carl Rey- nolds, a Washington outfielder. Dickey, ordinarily the mildest of men, was given a terrible roasting and felt worse about it than Rey- nolds did, if possible. The oldtimers say that Ty Cobb wasn’t particularly gifted with his fists in his numercus off-the-field bouts, but that he was an aw- fully tough man to tangle with, just the same. “Ty made up his own rules,” one of them told us in painful reminiscence. WOLNVHd AHL NVIOIOVW FHL AIVYGNVW 1108 Nag SIs NEW YORK (--[t is heart- warming to learn that our favorite baseball player, Clinton D. Court- ney of Coushatta, La, hasn’t gone soft and begun treating the Yan- kees with a sort of reverent re- spect, as so many other players do after a season or two in the| American League. A little over a year ago, when we first heard the Brownies’ rookie catcher refer to the cham- pions as- “them rich blankety- blanks” and tell in glowing terms what he intended to do to them at every opportunity, we put it down as temporary peeve and inwardly doubted the feeling would last. It shows 2ow wrong a man can be when he tries. Clint plainly is a ballplayer of character. When he said he hated the Yankees’ insides for having sold him down the river when he was, after all, a better catcher than Yogi Berra, he meant exact- ly what he said. He outhit Yogi by 13 points last year, by the way. That the Yankees feel the same way about their former teammate is obvious. The feud between the ornery, bespectacled fireplug and the usually staid money counters of the Bronx flamed steadily all last year, and it was no accident when Gil McDougald ploughed into the squat catcher at the plate in St. Louis the other day. Neither was it by chance that Courtney, in the next inning, did a job of hemstitching on little Phil Rizzuto at second base and set off the first full-blown team fight ef the season. The Yanks should have noted that Clint hadn't said a word after McDouglad busted him up and knocked the ball from his hand. Such silence in our man is «| ominous. He might not be as fast as Ty Cobb was, but he’s as good a hater for our money. First thing he said this spring {was “Who do you think’s gonna | win it?” When we ventured that ithe Yanks migat be favorites | Clint sajd with some emotion that | guess you've got to pick the i thus and sos, byt 1): tell you this much: They ain't gonna win it by beatin’ us!” Looking back, it is interesting to reca‘l that the only | Yank be said anything good about was Rizzuto, | POSTCARD MAKES 100 reach this. Central New York Eunice Dusn?, tow fs. are | Keefe of Oswego, by her brother, | Godfrey: He Sed 3 years ago. | Postal officiate said the ecard! jwest of here, took 42 years to Fecognizing that their village. ; It was sent April 8, 1911, to Missiare no less morally and legally THE STRAW DONKEY CASE AP Newsfeotures pean tour in the Rome champion- ; Chapter 5 ee ‘AND that’s where your uncle met his death?” “At that spot it’s a sheer drop, of at least sixty feet.” “The papers say his body hasn’t yet been recovered. How can you be sure he's dead?” ."No one could survive a fall like that, not with the rocks and the waves.” “If he went over, I suppose you're right.” Brindle lit anther eats and blew a sharp double column of smoke through his thin nose. “Did you actually see the body?” . “No,” she replied steadily. “The tide had carried him out.” She reached into her bag and pro- duced a pale green envelope. “But there’s ” She tossed the envelope on the desk. Brindle picked it up and tore open the top, pouring the contents onto a sheet of business stationery. “Where did you find this?” Brindle asked,“ examining the three brittle picces of charred matter. They had been a small section of cloth, carelessly burned. The weave could be made out, and a spot of color here and there was visible. Without a doubt, a Piece out of Ranson’s brown and white hound’s-tooth jacket. “While Harry was shaving this morning, I slipped into his room. T found that in his ash tray.” Brindle poured the ashes back into the envelope and placed it in the top left-hand drawer. “Did you tell the police?” “No.” “Why?” was nine-tenths sneer. “You're bright,” she said.:“What if I’m wrong about Harry? Do you think I want my suspicions on the front page?” . Why are you so anxious to arry? How about your other cousin—Philip? Where does he fit in?” mee os scared him again. "m not trying to pin it on any- one,”. she breathed. ES ak ss “Forgive me if my suspicion is showing. But what about Philip?” he asked. “He’s not in town. He went to She turned on a smile that} him. in the thing on your cousin: By A. S. FLEISCHMAN | Ensenada last ‘Wednesd ay on his thing to do with Uncle Peter's death.” Brindle rolled his cigarette back and forth between thumb and in- dex finger. “Don’t be too sure,” he smiled. “He’s a very logical suspect. He has a motive; hasn't. Philip probably is the only one of the three of you that didn’t know about the new will. So he killed Ranson, thinking he could stuay ge and better fishes with his share of the inheritance,” “Look,” she said, emphasizing each word with a tap of her fin- ger on the desk, “as far as you are concerned, Philip doesn’t fit into this at all.” . Brindle stared at her with nar- row eyes. For < long moment the smoke from his cigarette was the only movement in the room. Finally he pulled the thick packet of bills out of his vest tossed-it on the desk. She looked at the money, but made no move toward it. She smiled, sweet and innocent. “You win,” she said. “Take the money, But when you snoop, remember you're on a murder case. If you run across a few family secrets, look the other way.” i Pocket and FTER she'd closed the door, desk. Brindle stared at it and grinned. Fifty bucks a day, he told himself, might be cheap at that. He stuck money into his pocket. His watch read three-forty, He took his beige raincoat off the clothes tree, put on a brown felt hat and locked the office after . Striding down the hall, he got into the coat and lit the last eet in his pack. “ drizzle cue a light, le snapped u) coat collar and walked aged Broadway at a de- termined pace. He turned in at the Union-Tribune office. public newspaper file was being used by a blonde tn slacks and a kerchief. Brindle stood to one side and wai‘ed. The Union Building entrance abjoined the newspaper office, from which it was separated by glass partitions. Brindle saw a man ot medium height in a gray topcoat stride into the entrance ° TWO SIGNIFICANT BOOKS A turn of the old text hook phrase that the férest cannot be seen for the trees, describes very well what is happening to thinking in the world today. The truth cannot be seen for the front page news. And not only is the extrovert man who shies clear of scholarship confused by the headlines. Many a well read and well educated man, who had an excellent perspective on historical truth & his school years and immediat@ly afterward, has lost it, He has become so in- volved in golf, shrimping, or re- pairing the cavities in somebody's teeth, that he accepts contempor- ary events recorded in the news- papers as the whole truth. Two invaluable books for intell- igent reviewing of the prelude of | world are Christopher’ Dawson's “Understanding Europe” (Sheed and Ward, New York city, 261 pages), and Arnold J. 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He points out that it is society of peoples who same faith and the same values that the unity of western jeulture is derived. — | The essential task, Mr. Day says, “. . . is to understand i |tian culture as a whole arising | the impact of Christianity | sical culture and Western ism, and creating from these | similar elements a ew spiritual | world which forms the background | Europe's goal should be that | a commonwealth of Christian | Ples, a single society consisting of | a diversity of peoples and states, [bound together by a network of i mutual rights and obligations and | founded on a common spiritual cit- | izenship and a commen moral and | intellectual culture. | Says Mr. Dawson, “... i ee F : = &§ i 3 i uty rights | not conterminous with their and that their duties to one another Binding than their duties to their citizens.” He also reminds his readers that, | paradoxically, despite national .ri- the past as it relates to the western | i KEY BOOKS By A. de T. GINCRAS Europe, so that Western statesmen, diplomats and generals belong t> the same world. A national sta‘e Patriotism has grown up side by side with a broad, if abstract, in- ternationalism. The great men of Europe, Eras-j mus, Leibnitz, Goethe, wee not Primarily citizens of a particular state; they were citizens of Europe. he places on some agpects of the present crisis of western i EER gE iu HE F s j g European 4 & is vii li i & e il il Fry fy f [ i i H i 4 [ a bre + : I ; : f f F AH if i i | Bh space, be says lturned wp tbe ofaer day in a bag vatries ard European wors, an in-| points oat, “thet of regular mail ternational society does cxmt im | boat. I’m sure he didn’t have-any- | be the money still lay on the| he ha from the sidewalk. Ho seemed ta in a hurry, but he stop; glanced into newspaper then turned. The blonde took an envelope, and pencil out of her purse, jotted! down something, and closed the) black cover of the newspaper file. Brindle looked up the tid schedule in the previous days) Paper, The tide had been lowest! at sixfive p.m. and highest at twelve-forty-seven a.m. 1 He glanced up. Through the glass partition he saw the mai in the gray coat, loitering now, no longer in a rush. The way he wey earn aceinst ii walt! mi ave passed for slouching: it it hadn't Seen for the sharp.) ness in his eyes and his neat, quick movements as he took out a cigarette and lit it. He had a cleft chin and his sharp nose looked a couple of sizes too small for his face. Brindle closed the file and walked through the door that 9 into the building entrance. le stopped at the elevators and pressed the buzzer. When the car came, he got in and the man in the gray coat followed. Brindle got out on the thini . floor. The gray coat continued with the car. When the doors had closed Brindle smiled to himself. Maybe id been wrorg about the guy. He waited a moment and pressed the cowr. iT. The stairway door opened. The gay coat passed a disinterested look toward Brindle, and con- tinued down the hall, At an ine surance office, he opened the door and walked in, — ¢ Brindle grunted. The elevator came and he got in. On the ground floor, he waited a moment at the street entrance. When hur~ ried footsteps sounded from the stairway, he walked onto the sidewalk and started up Broad- way. He stopved for a moment to a pack of cizareties, turned left on Fourth S'rec*. and pro~ ceeded to the Pevific Building. Before the man coul.! jcin Brindle was tp St vee on way up. He :epred out on the fourth floor, ana :fier i a miscellany of cif ore frag fox at oma of Russia should have arisen at Moscow; for V.oscow stood in the fairway of the exsies! line for the invasion oc wha: was ‘eft of Rus- sia by a Western agg..ssor. . .” Going tack t>. Pet r the Great, he shows the Russi» ruler telling tho world how to resi.t Westera aggression b Western weapozs during the Sw:d'sh invasion of 1709, Again ia 1812 Russia resisted the French western invaters by using westera weapons. “So today, the third time,” Mr, Toynbee —_ is having to’ make up Ey n Fre berestir E a i it k i j H : E i : ft eT Hy 4 f i aga ete Be E i fe i i ; i i i lt Hi F : : | i i | if i “i f i i at in z i z [ I | | i = 8 Eg rf HH $f il i E i i F ti an ‘it | it 8 * g t : : i H | $ | { é H f f & i i ify ty f { fi; ge 8 ef fF HI ple it | & : i 8 it iH E i