The Key West Citizen Newspaper, May 14, 1953, Page 10

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HARRISON NEW DELHI i — An ex-GI thumbing his way back home from Korea has advice for globetrotters —don’t try to hitchhike across Indi: ® “Everybody picks you up, but how fast can you travel on ox carts?” asks ex-Cpl. Lee Gotz- linger, 24, of Youngstown, 0. “You stand for six hours along a road 10 feet wide, with monkeys for company, but not even any cows to ride..You get tired of bananas, oranges and sugarcane juice.” 5 Gotzlinger, in an interview, said he and ex-Pvt. Alfred Evans of Beechhurst, N. Y., got special per- mission from Gen. Mark Clark to return to the U. S. the long way. They hopped a freighter at Kobe, Japan, Feb. 28, and reached Cal- cutta a month later after one free air passage and two cut-rate hops. They separated in Calcutta. Evans sped through Delhi weeks ahead of Gotzlinger, who looked over Calcutta and the holy city of Benares among other Indian cen- ters, en route to the capital. Gotzlinger, who left Japan with $830 in his pocket and had $620 when he reached Delhi, said a bat- tered map of India showing the “Grand Trunk Highway” from Cal- cutta all the way to mountainous Kashmir led him astray. He had visions of “‘maharajahs riding along by the dozen to Kashmir.” He came down to earth when he got off a bus on the out- skirts of Calcutta and found the beginning of the Grand Trunk only a lane filled with cattle. He finally wangled a ride with a police car escorting the prime minister of West Bengal state on an inspection tour. That took him to a village where he spent his first night on a straw. cot, “just like the Army.” Hitchhiking and sightseeing from Calcutta to Delhi, Gotzlinger re- sorted to trains .and buses twice. The first time came when he dis- covered the Grand Trunk stopped dead at a river bank. At the famed Taj Mahal, at Agra, he went to the edge of the Jumna River behind the marbled monument to see if turtles really fed on dead human bodies “‘as it says in ‘Lives of the Bengal Lancers.” “There were turtles, but no corpses,” he reported. After a week in Delhi, Gotz- linger started off westward in pursuit of Evans, via the Middle East and Europe. In Vienna he will visit his birthplace. He is a S. citizen. by August roll at the Ohio State University Law School. ‘ Safety Hint Is Given By Widely Traveled Driver CHATTANOOGA, Tenn. » — A traveling salesman who hasn't dented a fender in 20 years has his own highway recipe for avoid- ing accidents—“flip on your lights in the daytime.” ' C. Pinky Layton, manufacturer’s N. C., explains it this way: “The primary cause of accidents is not speed or carelessness. The No. 1 reason is a separation of AP Newsfeotures Chapter 14 BRINDLE awoke later than usu- al the next morning. He lifted the shade. Rain. It was typical March weather: bright one day, nasty the next. He sat on the edge of the bed. The varied happenings of the pre- vious day ran through his and he felt satisfied with the prog- ress he’d made. At the same time he knew he was being a dope. He. had come up against some- thing big- ibly too big for been made a part of it. It looked as though Ranson had hired him last Wednesday with that pur- pose in mind. Later the same day the old boy hac made a trip to Ensenada and back. The full sig- nificance of the package with the straw donkey wasn’t yet entirely straight in Brindle’s mind. But it had accomplished one thing. It had drawn hi a little deeper into the aff: air. He dressei, fitted one of the thug’s guns in his holster, and got his car out of the apartment garage. Tal! coco-palms lined the broad street that took him into town. On his left. Balboa Park looked wet and green and for- Gotten. He stopped for a cup of coffee. Harry West haa promised to see him sometime before noon. Brin- dle was looking forward to the interview with keen anticipation. If West could be sufficiently frightened and angered, he might bs ses up. It was worth a try. The electric clock on the wall said ten- twenty. He’d better hurry. He got the key in his fingers as he strode down the hall to his office. When he tried the lock, he found it had already been turned. Gripping ‘he knob, he pushed open the door. A man was sitting in front of the desk, his back toward the door. A large head was bent for- ward, as though he were dozing. Brindle stepped into the room. The shade hadn't been raised and him to handle. Yet he had already By A. S. FLEISCHMAN the office was in gray shadows. He approacked the man, Harry West. Dead, RINDLE left the shade drawn. He walked back to the door and locked it. Then he turned on the light. A dry corduroy hat lay on the floor. West had evidently not been out in the rain. And the body was becoming limp. Rigor mortis had come and was on its way out. The face and arms were soft, but the legs were stiff. West had probably died early yesterday. The bruises on his neck meant strangulation, though he was gen- erally banged up. Brindle looked about the office. Tt was a mess. Desk and file draw- jens had been flung open and pa- The straw donkey? Brindle had cut it open, found nothing, and thrown the pieces away. He won- dered now if that had been a mistake. He stiffened as the door knob rattled. This was no time to be found with the body. He wanted more time to thiak, to tie up loose ends. n_ the caller found the door locked, the mail slot popped and several letters came through to the floor. Brindle breathed easier. He waited until the mailman had finished with the end offices before making a sound. It was no time to read the mail, but he picked up the envelopes and looked through them. His interest was drawn to one by the feel of it. An object, possibly a coin, was inside. He examined the envelope more closely. No return address, tmarked in San Diego. He tore it open and found a smal! key, the number 413 stamped in it, A key. A donkey. If he had to be sent anonymous gifts, why ee they be hundired-dollar lis? He put the key into his pocket, took a last look around the office per strewn everywhere. What had West or his murderer been after? | and switched off the light, Letting Sports Roundup By GAYLE TALBOT NEW YORK wW-—Probably it's be silly to attach so much importance to a single basebail game played in May, but ever since we watched the Yankees humiliate the Cleve- land Indians, 11-1, in their first meeting of the season the other night we’ve had the unwelcome feeling that the American League race ended right there. The feeling is an unhappy one for the reason that we like the Indians from Manager Al Lopez down and really became convinced during training season that they had what it took this time to break the Yank monopuiy. They had add- ed real strength in every depart- ment except catching. We looked forward to that game Tuesday night in full confidence that the Tribe, behind Bob Lemon, would bounce the champiuns around. If ever there was an opportunity to get in the first lick and throw a challenge at the Bombers they would remember, that was it. There was the big home crowd in Municipal Stadium, avid for the kill. There was the kid, Whitey Ford, just out of the Army and still feeling his way, on the hill for the Yanks. Cleveland book- makers were offering 6-5 against the visiting club. And so what happened? The Yanks scored eight runs in the fourth inning and turned the thing into a mockery of a ball game. Cleveland's batters curled up and died. Lemon in the big test lacked control, Bobby Avila failed to hang | onto a ball which would have weled | averted the eight-run inning. I! RF ef apt ty Feeeg i i f is i : i t 5 was a hard chance, but would Avila’s opposite os on the Yanks have dropped it Maybe it was just another ball game—or was it? The Yankees beat the Indians 12-10 in games, last season. They won their fourth ' straight pennant by a two-game margin over the Indians. Obviows- ly, their ability to trim their chief | rivals was decisive. There was nothing in Cleveland’s play the night to indscate it has} thrown off its Yankee complex. | That was what you couldn't know until you saw the two teams meet Something which has puzzied us vaguely for years is the manner in which the Yankees always seem TH arid il The president's desire to hear both sides of the case was unusual that the wrangle revolved en- tirely around the question oann umpire’s judgment. For too long it has been a cardinal principle. of the game that an arbiter must always be upheld in any instance where it is strictly a matter of how he saw a play. ‘ In the opinion of Plate Umpire Jocko Conlan, shortstop Solly He- mus of the Cards was guilty of interference on the base paths. He dived for a batted ball, missed it and rolled. Jackie Robinson of the Dodgers, tearing toward third, stumbled over the prostrate field- er and also rolled. Conlan waved Jackie on Lome with a run which at that time loomed highly im- portant. Stanky screamed, of course, as did his players. Their contention was that Hemus could not have been guilty of “obstruction,” in- asmuch as he was trying to make a play. Conlan, a highly vocal little guy, insisted just as stub- bornly that the ball was well past Hemus when Robinson tripped— across Hemus’ sead, incidentally, When the excitement died some- what, Stanky forced them to an- nounce over the public address system that he was continuing the | eliminated malaria in Sicily game under protest. Later he fumed officially to Giles by wire, and Conlan got on the phone and gave the league head his extended version of the incident. As a witness, cur impression at THE STRAL DONKEY CASE himself out of the door, he locked it and walked downstairs to the street. He got the car out of the lot and drove to Point Loma almost by instinct alone. Brindle parked the car across the street from the Ranson home. When he punched the bell, the whine of a vacuum cleaner died | inside. The maid, in a white uni- form, came to the door. “Max Brindle,” he said. “Tell Mr. Durst I want to see him.” He made a move to go through the door, but the maid held it ly. “There’s nobody at home,” she vee am +t him ed oe at,” he sna as the door clicked shut in ae face. He stepped down the ya slabs of flagstones to the sidewalk. Through the front window Brin- dle could see the maid back at work in the living room. No one at home? Maybe. He hoped not. He retraced his steps and tried the back door. Open. Quietly he let himself through. The vacuum cleaner was still ing. Good. He moved through: the service Porch, the kitchen, and finally stopped short of the dining room. The stairway, between the dining and living rooms, was only a few steps off, bat open to the maid’s view if she.should turn around. There was nothing to do but take a chance—now. He was halfway to the landing when the cleaner ground to a stop. She maid lifted an end table and floor lamp out of her way. Brindle kept going, his fin; crossed, the sound of his foots pe muffied by the rug. At the stair- way, he hesitated. Under the strain of his hundred and ninety- five pounds, it might creak. He'd take a chance. It creaked. His eyes flashed to. the maid. She snapped a switch and the vacuum cleaner began to hum again. She hadn't heard the noise, He toox a few more steps and was out of sight. (To be continued) have been much smarter to have stayed behind the plate and looked around unconcernedly while the umpire at third base, Tom Gor- man, puzzled things out. But not Jocko. He was the senior man in blue on the field, and he felt his service stripes. He had to get into the act. For a. wonder, most of the Brooklyn writers sided cautiously with Stanky in their a> e the rhubarb, but they agreed that © his cause was hopei@ss, .2 . 4 justice on his side, they said, bot anywhere ~~ € the league president to be=: arbiters in ‘such a c¢rse. Thwas Was where G’-> ” them. 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