The Key West Citizen Newspaper, June 1, 1953, Page 8

e 8 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Monday, June 1, 1953 THIS 1S BLACKMAIL, vy, : GORDON! Ti LET THOSE RUFFIANS Con ALONG ON THE TES’ FLIGHT, BUT IF ANYTHING GOES WRONG. [DON'T MIND HIM, FLASH! I'M SURE THIS 15-YOUR FOR WRECKIN’ OUR ROCKET? IF DAMON Si AND THE! THAT MISTOFER 4 SACKER NEXT DOOR ACTS PLUMB PECULIAR, MIZ TATTERSALL--f TO TAKE MOTHER'S COMING TO € PORT POLICE. GET THIS. AN Al WILL BE MADE ATSEA TONIGHT TO ee THE SS. VOLNA. WARN - THIS ISN'T AN ASTEROID MOVING IN ANA ee L ae BETWEEN BEN AND RED..AND ONE OF THE IN “dead MAGGE DONDY, RED'S HOT-TEMPERED KID. Sue's | ‘WELL, HOW W FEEL TO Geabur M FLATTERED, TIME TO. Do THAT, LOWEEZY BO YOU THINK MY DAUGHTER L BETTER No, SAY NOTHIN’ ELSE, LOWEE: "'D A HEAP RUTHER STAY_FRIENDS HERE'S YOUR HAT TOO! ANO iF T EVER SEE YOU AROUND HERE AGAIN I'LL You 3 Jaa / NOGHuOD HSV14 NVISIOVW JHL IAVYAGNVW L104 Nag S19 J i * < : Bs " od] news to Key W > Fal m = WOLNVHd AHL YIHLVA dN ONIONINS Iw O9SID FHL 241 WuvzoO Was Once A Red PROFESSOR Marcus Singer, of the Cornell University Zoology De- partment, cups his hand to his ear as he is questioned in Wash- ington by the House Un-Ameri- ean Activities Committee con- cerning one-time Communist activities. Admitting he had been a Red in the 1940’s, the professor said he got out after World War II. He denied ever holding a Com- munist Party card. (International) Key Books by A. de T. Gingras oe pi teS ae (NINE STORIES by J. D. Sal- inger, collection of short stories by same author, published by Little | Brown Publishing Company, 34} Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.) Mr. Salinger has a fresh slant on | humanity, Several of his stories are deeply sad, Others are amusing, and some manage to combine in a very pal- atable fashion, smiles and tears. But always the tales have a great reality and a deep tenderness with- | out sentimentality. Very young or adolescent chil- dren appear in most of the stories, and when adults are the priacipal figures, they seem under Mr, Sal- inger’s observing pen, to be very close to children themselves, In “A Perfect Day for Banana- fish” and “For Esme - with Love and Squalor” Mr. Salinger shows the minds of two men hovering on the brink of breakdown. Each one is depicted in relation to a child who is a stranger. With a great) delicacy and sympathy, the author shows the strange and fragile pat- tern of the human mind and emo- tions. “Teddy” tells the story of a sig nificant day in the life of ‘a b | genius, and in “Pretty Mouth’ and} “Green My Eyes’’ the author man-! ages a most original twist of the| ancient triangle. Mrs, Salinger’s two stories with | adolescents as the principal char- acters are where he shows the| laughter that is in his heart, But) it is a gentle laughter that has a nostalgic tear for the reader’s own | adolescence lurking close to the} surface. | In “De Daumier - Smith’s Blue Period” a callow youth falls in love with the paintings of a nun} and writes her a love letter. In} “Just Before the War With the Eskimos” the relationship between | two schoolgirls changes in an al- most miraculous manner upon the appearance of a brother in the picture. ‘i | Mr. Salinger gives a shot-in-the | arm to the modern short story, and it isn't the obscure avant-garde variety. (HAVANA, THE PORTRAIT OF A CITY by W. Adolphe Roberts, travel and history, 282 pages, pub- lished by Coward McCann, Inc 210 Madison Ave., New York Cit } The publication of a new book | about Havana interesting book This ve ) {to a history of the ¢ | story of the founding | the early sixteenth cent | Spaniards. It then 4 {city in the shadow ¢ | neers, and its capi lish. The city’s 1 prior to the Spani is summarized, w der United Sta the days of Machado’s t fall The book then shi tory to travelogue the city, which w ing to a visitor, is ¢ of a half chapter. TI of the city are dis means a public walk. C ly, who comm forces when ¢ "as Man 0” War, THE STRALW DONKEY CASE |g Chapter 29 Wass the others had gone, Carlos remained in a far cor- ner of the room, silently smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. “I'm expecting a phone call,” Brindle said. “Wake me if I'm asleep.” “Si” When Carlos awakened him by thumping a brown hand on his F Brindle stared at him, un- © bring into focus his mem- Ss of even a few short hours before. “Telephone, sefior.” Memory gradually returned to Brindle’s mind; he got out of bed. “What time is it?” “Senor, always you ask the time.” He looked ‘at a pocket watch. “Five minutes after elev-| en. “Hello, Max? This is Johnny.” Brindle could tell from his calm voice something had gone wrong. at happened?” “That's just it,” Shephard said, his voice cynically nasal “Practi- cally eae “Was the boat stopped?” Brin- die clamped the receiver tightly to his ear. “Sure. But there were no aliens aboard. Thanks anyway, Max, for the’ tip.” “Hold on, Johnny. I’ve .got to think.” ue ke your time. I'm using “Was the boat patroled in?” “What for? I tell you every- thing was on the up and up.” “Did you speak to Durst?” “Max, according to the report, there was no one aboard but a kid of about twenty, and his name wasn’t Durst.” “Look, Johnny, would you drive down here and pick me up? I promise you there’s a big story in it.” “When you put it that way, how (can I refuse? Where are you “Civil Hospital.” “Look for me within two hours.” When Brindle’ returned to his room, Carlos was leaning back in his chair rolling a cigarette. Brin- By A. S. FLEISCHMAN and brought it out. Someone had wrung out the sea water, but it was still much too wet to wear. “You see,” Carlos smiled, “you have no clothes to leave in. sides, I cannot let you go. Inspec- tor Ruiz’ ordera"> - RINDLE waited. The minutes draj like hours. No sound of deep breathing from the cor- ner. No snores. “Are you awake, Carlos?” Bs f course, senor.” Ps le sat up long enough to stretch and yawn. In his worn condition, it would be difficuit to overpower Carlos..He got out of bed and the Mexican switched on the light. Sefior.” vatory for a weighted object—almost would serve the pur- pose. An unwashed coffee mug sat on the window sill. That would do. He walked back to his room. At the door he affected an excited expression. . Rrceing In the toile-—a man S e has hung himself!” nite Mexican 's face went livid. He rushed out of fhe room, a man of action and authority. When Carlos returned, Brindle was waiting behind the door. Brindle hated to do it. Carlos was a nice guy. But he was in the way. Brindle swung. The Mexican went as limp as = paca string. Brindle 8 im to the bed, removed his coat and trous- ers. He went to the closet and emptied the pockets of his own suit. He —~ Carlos’ poccets and placed items on the table. Then he sli into coat and trousers. A strait-jacket would have fit more fe He took a bill out of his wallet and laid it with Carlos’ things. Ten dollars wasn’t much for a crack on the skull and the head- aches that would follow, but Brindle couldn’t remember ever having been paid for the experi- ence. He looked through the Mexican’s wallet for his full name. Carlos Mendez. He'd re- member that, and mail his suit ick to him. dle found his suit in the closet! ba Sports Roundup By GAYLE TALBOT NEW YORK w--You'll hardly know it unless you watch the papers clo: but the greatest of this country’s three-year-old horse races—the one they pay off on——is scheduled to be run two weeks from tomorrow at beautiful Bel- | mont Park on Long Island, The secrecy with which the event is conducted never has been satis- factorily explained. The most popu- jlar belief is that the proprietors of Belmont, a notably social set, simply do rot wish to attract the trainloads of oil millionaires and other assorted new-rich who clut- ter up the Kentucky Derby and, to a lesser degree, the Preakness. No special publicity is ground out on the plant’s multigraphing machine, assuming that it owns one. The word is passed around quietly to the better stables that the Belmont Stakes, at a mile and one-half, will be raced on a cer- tain date, with an added prize of $100,000, and on the appointed day the gates are opened to the public as usual. The public is not urged to show up, but it may. The only reason we are breaking a confidence and calling attention to the race this far ahead is that one of the runners this year will | be Native Dancer, a grey colt about which there is much dispute lately. There may be raving fans living at a distance who would like ch young Alf Vanderbilt's face his advance notice. The dispute centers around hether the Dancer, who has won 13 of his 14 races the past two sternest test if/ | worn by every football player, and lege or high school player who doesn't have his mouth full of rubber to protect his teeth against the ravages of shoulder blocks will definitely be listed among the have- nots of the gridiron world, This will, we feel, be especially welcome news to the parents of any evening. They around like popcorn, and it as well that our more squeamish television viewers are spared the sight which only envigorated the old-timers, Seles, the same outfit which popu- Brindle heard footsteps in the corridor. That: would be Johnny. He slipped into soggy shoes— they’d have to do—and opened the door. “That you, Max?” Brindle let him in. “What kept you? Shephard tweaked his thin nose and answered with a pained look in his grass green eyes. “Forgive me,” he said. “It frightens me to drive over eighty miles an hour.’ He spotted Carlos. “Sitting up with a sick friend?” “Yeah. I was getting sick of having him around. Come on. Let's go.” He didn’t know he'd fallen asleep until Shephard nudged him. “Tijuana ahead.” Even at that hour a small line of cars waited to pass across the Border. “What's the first big stop?” Shephard asked. putting the gears into second. “Where's this si re’s this story you prom- ised me?” “You'll get it” “When? “If we're lucky, this morning.” Shephard drove silently into town, up Sixth Street and along the park to Brindle’s apartment. Brindle remained in his rooms longer than he expected. A jar of peanut butter on the refrigerator caught his attention as he passed the kitchenette. He was beyond hunger: his stomach was as empty as a football and felt twice as bruised. With only a towel around his hips, he boiled a pot of water, found a small jar of stant coffee and made sand- wiches. Leaning out of the front window, he whistled down at Shephard and made come-hither motions witn his arm. Leaving the door unlocked, he walked into the bedroom. cae on his shorts, trousers, an under- shirt and mgt og He was in the kitchenette when he heard Shen- hard step into the apartment “Dc you mind peanut butter?” Brindle called. “Not particularly. Brindle looked up. It wasn't Shephard’s voice. It was Deiec- tive Lieutenant Kidd. (Te be continued) To Head University SHER TEAS larized the rubber football in re- | cent years. The company not only has sent us a bale of literature on | the subject, but enlosed as well an individual size-finder, ranging from small to extra large, in case we decide to try for the varsity. We learn that the National Fed- jeration of High School Athletic Associations has recommended in its rules that the protectors be ‘that college coaches across the | nation are falling in line in droves. It is claimed that, in addition to is a truly top star fit to| giving positive protection to the ich equine immortals | teeth, the device also makes con- y is the | on, Count} cussions and knockouts rare. Statistics gathered by a variety of thor-|of safety groups in recent years which | disclosed that more than half of tehes the gla or colt and his | football injuries are to the mouth, DR. GAYLORD FP. HARNWELL, 49, atomic physicist, was chosen | President of the University of Pennsylvania by the board of trustees. He will take office July 1, Harold E. Stassen, who resigned in January to be- come Mutual Security Director a the Eisenhower Administration. Dr. Harnweill has been on the face ulty of the University of Pennsyi- vania since 1938, (International) a nin ees ducted by the University of Mis- souri among 62 major schools dis- closed that 4,000 gridders finished the 1950 season with a deficit of 733 teeth either chipped or gone forever. Louisiana State, which must have played an exceptionally tough schedule that year, hed 65 dental casualties among its @ ting cast cut @ quarter-mile | teeth, lips or jaw. A survey con-j players. er than they ever have runj_ ‘ore, is supposed to supply the “xperts in such matters have been giving the question of the Dan class a major kicking all week, ever since the r won | Saturday's Preak- ness from Jim Norris’ Jamie K. by Seme contend that a can- r the four-footed hall of have beaten the er- ot much more con- rers of the Dancer , that their horse won, a neck. date has no profound i we know is ‘ | is a mighty) sefiesh and that} 3 wat of 14. Nobedy as holding those other horses ack so far as we know, and whose ault is it if they are not, collec- tively. a super set of rummers? Net the Dancer's, cert & steaked up S seasons, but fali the cal-} ry to get to the even thoagn the or aller the ‘ A BIBLE FOR PRESIDENT EISENHOWER OYNGHT 0. ESEMHOWER is given 8 bible by members of the PREWOENT Washington Ministerial Union, Who called st the Fhe Mouse In the eroop (1 tor) ere Bishop G. Bromies Oxznam: Dr Albert P. Shirkey, who makes (ne presemtstom, OMG the Chuet Kmerudwe. (isternciurnas)