The Key West Citizen Newspaper, June 17, 1953, Page 10

Page 10 ‘THE KEY WEST CITIZEN WHAT ON AIRTH HAPPENT, DOC ? Wednesday, June 17, 1953 HIT EARTH'S TMOSPHERE, T’LLBURST INTO FLAME LIKE A METEOR! ONLY ACINOER WILL LAND ON HIM TO ONE KNEE... IT'S NO KNOCKDOWN, BUT THE EIGHT COUNT HAS NOT GIVEN BEN ENOUGH TIME TO CLEAR HIS REELING BRAIN onHE GRMLY WAITS RED'S NEW ATTACKS... DON'T KEEP T NEVER MET NOBODY ME IN SUSPENDERS, Doc 1! LIKE HIM IN ALL MY ANT GET A NURSE --SOPLL TN TO TAKE CARE OF HER! *. 4 : ye SOON AS I GOT DONE A-DOCTORIN' HIM UP, UGLY . YE OL PILL- PEDDLER !! THERE'S PLENTY OF FOOD IN THE FREEZER!’ REMEMBER, NOT TOO LATE HOURS ON DATES! BE SURE ANI LTO Nag DId WOLNVHd AHL NoaduOD HSVTI NVISIDVW FHL INVAYGNVW ; | belt across the Pacifi | ' | YIHLVA dN ONIONS LLaW VLU Women’s Part In Korean War Is Revealed By DOROTHY ROE AP Women’s Editor We haven’t heard much about women’s part in the Korean War, but one group of courageous girls gets a belated bow on the third anniversary of the start of the Ko- rean airfift, at the end of this month. They are the -stewardesses who have flown the. airlift since its m- ception, June 30, 1950, expediting U. S. service personnel to the bat- tle zone and evacuating American citizens. | Typical of the alert, competeni young women serving on the 500 commercial aircraft making up this second line of defense is pretty Barbara Fisher of Philadelphia, Pan American stewardess who made the first stratecruiser run to Korea in 1950 and continued flying | the airlift for two years. Says she: “I was pulled off my regular run in the Pacific-Alaska division | to go over with that first plane load of boys in stiff new uniforms, who didn’t seem to realize that we Chapter Eight 1 Bear ga flung himself for- iVi ward. The floor was wood and oiled. There was a fanriliar whine over his head and a splinter pierced his cheek as he tried to make himself small. Another bul- let slapped into the desk. Still an- other thudded into flesh. Four more shots followed in quick suc- cession, bracketing Mandell’s head. He mashed his head into the wood, helpless. Then the man in the doorway was gone. There was_a sound of running feet in the hall. The heavy door into the fire well slammed. Mandell got to his feet. In throwing himself forward, he'd ed his leg on the desk. He d to the door and looked out. Where the man had stood there was a bright spot of blood on the freshly washed tile, and another spot farther down the hall, “You hit him,” he told Curtis. “I thought I heard him grunt.” He switched on the ceiling light. Then he turned to see how it was with Curtis. The federal man was sitting on the floor with his back the filing case. Both hands laced over his chest. His could be in the middle of a na- tional emergency so fast. “We delivered the servicemen | and picked up the first load of | evacuees for the trip back. Only | women and children were on the return trip—some were widows of | U. S. soldiers who bad been killed in the first few days of fighting. All of them had been rushed from their homes, with time only to snatch the barest essentials. “All were exhausted and quite | bewildered and frightened. I realiz- ed the best thing I could do was to! take care of the children and give | the mothers a rest. | “So I organized a children’s | party in the lounge of the strato- cruiser 25,000 feet above the Pa- cific. It was a good party too, We | had ginger ale and sandwiches, | and we made paper hats and cut | out paper dolls. Somehow I man- | aged to keep the tykes amused} and entertained, and helped them | forget the terror of the last few| days.” } The airlift operation was organ- | ized almost overnight by U. S.} commercial airlines, at request of | the Defense Department, to trans-j} port men and materials across the | Pacific and bring back U. S. de-} pendents and personnel on leave. | The amazingly efficient operation was accomplished by siphoning off 10 per cent of the "$s four- | engine air fleet without interrupt-| ing regular passenger schedules. | Today the airlift continues, work: | ing a 6,700-mile aerial conveyor under the | direction of Military Air. Trans) Service—and with it the stew- ardesses on each plane, who have | learned to be mother - confessors | to battle-weary servicemen, nurses | for frightened children and com-| forters for grief-stricken war wid: | doesn't know more ebout it. Some- | ows. | nant | Twelve Original | | agonized eyes were fastened on Mandell’s face. When he saw Mandell looking at him, his lips moved with great deliberation, as vi imparting something r ant, but only a faint ing ll watched, his hands dropped away from his stomach and he fell on his side and lay still. MANDELL knelt beside Curtis to see if he could do any- thing for him. He couldn’t. The federal man was dead. Rising, Mandell stood with his back to the wall, his palms pressed flat against the plaster, looking at the man on the floor. He was sorry Mr. Curtis was dead. He wished he could tell him how sorry. Mr. Curtis had been decent to him. Mr. Curtis didn’t think he had killed the blonde. He should call the, police. He should tell them what had hap- pence: But would the police be- eve him? He would say, “Mr. Curtis and I were talking. Then a man opened the door, turned out the light, and shot him.” The police would say, “Is that 0? Who was the man? What did he Took like? Why did he shoot Mr. Curtis?” He’d have to say, “I don’t know. My back was to the deor. I didn’t see the guy.” Then they would look at him as though he were crazy. They would revoke his bail and hold him as a_material witness, without even giving him time to see Gale. Mandell began to sweat agaim The police might even think he had killed Curtis. Inspector Carl- ton thought he was a killer. His fingers still shaking, he picked Curtis’ package of ciga- rettes from the desk, lighted one, and laid the package back. The smoke tasted hot and r: SoM Curtis was dead; he But no matter who w man had a right to see his wife. Especially when he hadn't seen her in two years and she had flown all the way from Bermuda to be with him. There was a phone book on the file case. He looked up the num- ber of his hotel and called it. “I beg your pardon,” he said, when the girl at the hotel switch- board answered, “but could you tell me if a Mrs. Barney Mandell is registered?” “Just a moment, sir.” As Mandell waited, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead onto the mouthpiece of the phone. He wiped it off on his coat, grip- ping the phone so hard his hand ached. The girl at the hotel switch. board came back on the wire. “Yes, she is, sir. Do you wish me to ring Mrs. Mandell’s suite?” Mandell thought a moment, “No,” he said, and hung up. Let the police find Mr. Curtis. He compromised. He would call and report the shooting. From the hotel. After he'd seen Gale. His head turned to avoid seeing Curtis, he opened the hall door with breathless urgency. The spot of blood in front of the door was turning brown. There was no one in the hall. He closed the door Eisenhower's ‘Book-Burning’ Speech Is Labeled ‘Pitiful Sen. McCarran Says President Had No Knowledge Of His Subject WASHINGTON \%—Sen. McCar- ran (D-Nev) labeled as “a pitiful thing” President Eisenhower's port speech advisin a college graduating | class not to “join the book burn- ers.” “He showed no knowledge of his subject,” McCarran told newsmen, “It’s too bad a man in his position one must have sold him a bill of goods.” |. McCarran is a member of the | know that the libraries circul j {Senate internal security subcom-| hooks by Comuianista: and ee mountain hogback west of mittee which has been searching enhower administration tapped | him for his present post, told Mc- | Carthy he would ‘certainly not” | object to the presence in a college library of books by Communist uthors. He said all the books cited | | by McCarthy are undoubtedly in ;the Harvard library. | He said he would have preferred if McCarthy had not undertaken a public purge of the overseas H-/ j braries, but had teken his com- |plaint to government officials and jhad the books removed without | publicity. | McCarthy replied that U. S. tax- | payers are paying for the informa- |tion program and are entitled to travelers, Conant said he would Stockholders In |for Communist influences in schools | agree the libraries should not cir- Ford Organization | DETROIT (# — The 12 al stockholders who joine: ry Ford in the fc Ford Motor Comp; all Detroiters of moderate means Some paid in cash: some took stock for services. They were: G. Malcolmsom, Detroit in 1963 were tor fre Ros John S. turer. John F. operator. Dodg am, attorney » | book,” and colleges The President. in a commence- ment talk Sunday at Dartmouth College in Hanover, N. H:, told graduates not be “afraid to go to the library read and he “How wil defeat comr unless we w what it is ne President said ever those whom we disagree have a right to set down their view have them in places whe: e accessible to others.” ts are questioned, E “it is not America It was gener: assumed ¢ e President have he that books nmunists and fell ers be removed from over formation libraries which department operates. culate a book by “a member of the Communist party under orders to further the Communist con- spiracy.” Secretary of State Dulles, at a ¥ inews conference Monday, praised Eisenhower's speech ‘and said offi- cials of his department should use a little more common sense in weeding out books, He said he did not know how ™ Provided 31. Having 23. Pe “HH 26. Is 12.6 z 38. 14. Pester 30. Vat securely behind him, the spot on the tile, walked toward the elevator bank. Half- way to it, he realized he was walking on his toes and forced himself to walk normally. He reached for the bell and drew back his arm as he saw his sleeve. It should be tan. It wasn't It was red. He brushed it with his other hand, got blood on_his fin- gers, and wiped them on the skirt of his at. Inspector Carlton's a voice filled the hall: “How did a oe the blood on your sleeve, ey?” “I tried to help Mr. Curtis.” “How?” 4 “T felt his-heart to see if it was still beating.” “Don't give me that. ‘You wanted to make sure he was dead. Why? Why did you kill him, Bar- ney?” “T didn’t kill. him.” “No? Then at aa you re- Mandell le: against the wall opposite the elevators, panting. Well, why hadn't he? Because he was afraid. Because he wanted to see Gale. Mandell walked back to the door with no legend on the glass. Now he was uncertain again. This was what he got for running. The police knew he had left with Mr. Curtis. They would find his fin- gerprints in the office. On the desk, the chair, the file ¢ase, the phone, the pack of cigarettes, the matches. On Mr, Curtis. He turned the knob of the door. It was locked. When he had closed it, the spring lock had Jatched. Then how had the killer opened it? That was one of the first ques- tons Inspector Carlton would ask. Breathing through his mouth again, Mandell took off “his coat and tried to fold it so blood wouldn't show. He was o1 partly successful. If he folded so the sleeve was hidden, the stain where he'd wiped his hand showed: He solved his problem by folding the coat inside out. Then he didn't know what to-do with Siaaton bis a neers. A id nothing on his fingers, And ni on which to wipe them. 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