The Key West Citizen Newspaper, June 27, 1953, Page 10

Page 10 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Saturday, June 27, 1953 A MAN WHO ENTERS THRU WINDOWS, SLEEPS ON THE FLOOR ANDHAS A Noles ARE YOU MAKING THIS ITS ALL \ MY DEARSISTER, WE'LL END \| (SOB) f| THIS NONSENSE AND FIND A You Mensa at ao" Tunes TEN THOUSAND THERE. - 5 7 /EMEMBER, IF I BEAT THE KID I TAKE HIS PLACE WN THE BIG FIGHT. YOU LAUGHED AT ME. WE SHALL SEE, DIANA, WHAT DO vou SUPPOSE MY TWO SWEET )UNCLE DAVE ISBTERS ARE GABBING- ABOUT UPSTAIRS L T/LL TRY TO BE HALE THE CHAMP YOU WERE, RED.» Cope T9H, Kang Fastras Spade Tors Wankd The TIL TARN RIGHT AROUND ANY GO. BACK HOME =") AATCHERAL MIND To EVEN tpg THINK ABOUT SHOOTIN) | THAT FO0L, WIZ SACKER ! 1, FRANCOIS JACQUES LETOURNER PALETTE, SHOULD RUN LIKE A COWARDT NEVAIR! -—¥ RATHER Die! Se IT WOULD YOu WiLL, ) WAIT! IVE GOT AN IDEA! wH-- ALL THAT WORK = > YAHLVA dN ON _NOduOD HSv13 WO.LNVHd aI L109 Nad DIF NVISIDVW FHL IAVUCGN 319009 AINUVS |Long Distance Calls May Be Big Headache By WAYNE OLIVER NEW YORK, (®—Did you ever find a long distane all on your telephone bill that count for—only to discover a end guest had made it without say- jing anything about it? Such unauthorized atively rare, phone and Tel Baltimore apartme a $75 bill on a cail to P being cut o The company didn’t disclose who paid that bill, but a St.\Loui jestate firm ha kup a Jlong distance tab on a wo }telephone it had {house to give it a |appearance, Prospective had made ther at home, calling frien | | | | all over the country, Then there was the father in| Charleston, W. Va., who had or-} |dered a telephone ins |he returned from wor! his two young s in and op { z other peop! jeven people who live way f. | away.” . It’s well known that folks often get a yen to make jealls w jtoo ina a Conr | protect e jmanager to fixed so she ¢ {but couldn’t make any. She explained that she liked to] take a drink now and then and on those occasions not only made ja lot of calls but w |her friends. S 1 r |one-way arrangement for a fe days at a time, then would ask regular service restored, The manager final the real solution might be for her to stop drinki torted, the telephone b {to my drinking. | Sometimes long di |from coin boxes can cations, as in the nese in Summit, N, J., |raising such a commotion [booth that two patrol jby to see if th | He was hav |with the lon lover whether he had de requested 5. this country, and unfa | the operation of a coin box, stuffed four $1 figuring he’d let the operator jthe extra 35 ce jeops and got him straig rs went throug orde suggested jusual autho | Yankee baseb ham, la., who had jning to hear how {plenty of quarters in he told the operat He h a member of th of the radio hold the tel front of and LLAM VLL3 diy OO9SID AHL aM! Wav70 SPEAKS TO ED j | oldest TO KISS, OR KILL By Day Keene Chapter 17 ed. “Don’t do this to e let's not fight.” t you come to} meant to.” You meant to!” . I called a cab} ked to you.” hen what happened?” rrested again.” Curtis was dead| attorney and In-| e spoiled-little-girl | eyes. Her tensed | uu were arrested | i if it wasn’t for your fath- be down at the Bureau. Curtis?” federal man who bailed ed his face with her *t want to fight with rything’s | o confused. First, your let-| delayed. Then I was so the way from Ber- I got here every- a “Yeah?” “It's all gone? It won't ever come back?” “The doctors gave me a paper | saying I was cured.” “Im glad.” “But you might have come to see me, baby.” Gale pressed her lips to his. “I wanted to. You don’t know how badly I wanted to. But Dr. Harris said it wouldn’t be wise. He said seeing me would only upset you and prolong the treatment.” Mandell buried his face in the fragrance of Gale’s hair. He'd known all the time that if he could get to Gale, she could ex- plain everything. He started to ask her about the money he'd given her for his mother. Before he could, Gale lifted his face and looked into his eyes again. “You're telling me the truth now, Barney?” “About what?” “You know. The trouble. It won't come back?” “The doctors say not. Not if I stop fighting.” “Then you're going to stop fighting.” “You don’t want me sent away again. “No. Let’s go home, dear.” HE weather continued cold. From time to time bundled-up passers-by paused to look, amused, at the little group under the hotel marquee. Mandell felt like a fool without either a topcoat or a hat, with a petticoat bandage around his head, holding a bird cage in one hand, as he held the door of the car for Gale while André super- intended the loading of her lug- t eyelids, | g: eah. I kno’ pped his face in her “You didn’t kill that girl, t his right hand “I swear, age. | “Awk!" the parrot squawked. “Don’t give your right name, boys. Awk! Here comes the law.” Smart to the point of lacquered brittleness in natural mink, a silk velvet crescent perched on the back of her head, Gale paused, half. in, half out of the car, to ask André, “Just what did Father ‘The chauffeur touched the brim Ww By JAMES N uw — President | est to Congress | excess profits tax | six months is now hip} > in a question of Democratic } ses and congressional prac- | Some congressional tempers are | d hot in the struggle between the resident e Daniel A Reed, New York Republican and | Republican in continuous | service in the House. | senhower may get his way on} he excess prof: x or he may} The tax automatically expires Tuesday unless Congress | tinue it, although it can Eisenhower | needs the on corpora: ie governmen from this tax Weeks ago he asked Con- it until Dec. 31. | eadon into the fiery and 1 Reed who is chairman of Ways and Means Com- This Committee, which is one of} i's committe opposed cont x beyond June rence to E he permitted e to hold bearings |to do just that and let the House ‘The World Today MARLOW his Republican leaders in the House had to go into action. Yesterday Rep. Charles Halleck of Indiana, leader of the House Republicans, asked the House Rule Committee to pull the extension legislation out of the hands of the ways and means committee and let the full House get a chance to vote on it, This was extraordinarily rough action, according to rules of con- gressional conduct. It's extrene- ly unusual for the rules committee to yank a piece of legislation out | not. But this is the story as of now. |of a committee to which it has been properly assigned. But the rules coinmittee has the job of deciding what legislation the House can vote on. And that’s why Halleck went to it for help. After a stormy session in which Reed hinted he might quit Con- gress if he and his ways and means committee were bypassed by the rules committee, the latter voted vote on the issue. In all these committees Repub- licans have a majority. So what was happening, although a number of Democrats on Reed’s committee sided with him, was an intra- party fight. Needless to say, Demo- | crats in general enjoyed seeing the | scuffle. A new X-ray technique permits pictures so bright they can be pick- ed up by television cameras, Crossword Puzzle 32. Kind of horse 34. Tableland 35. Parts of the mouth Down: prefix Plural ending . Prepares to of his cap. “I'm to come back for him, Mrs. Mandell. As soon as } drive you and Mr. Mandell to Lake Forest.” “I see,” Gale said. She got into the car. Mandell handed in the cage. “How come you bought another parrot?” “T like parrots.” “So I see.” Gale’s voice was small. “You don't need to be so cross with me. Mandell patted her fur-covere¢c knees. “I didn’t mean to be cros: with you, honey. I’m just nervous. Jumpy.” “Why?” God Almighty! Why? That wa: | a question to ask! Mandell passed a hand over his mouth, “Just because,” he said, and let it go at that. It was warm in the car. It smelled good. It smelled of mon- ey. It smelled of Gale wrapped in mink. There was a lingering fragrance of Mr, Ebbling’s dollar cigars. As André turned north on the Outer Drive, Mandell tried to relax. He couldn't. 2 He'd thought it would: be dif- ferent, once he had got to Gale. It wasn’t. Nothing had changed. There was still a lump in his throat. He was back riding the same pink horse on the same dreary carousel. Going round and | round. A blonde girl named Cher- |ry Marvin was dead. So was federal man named Mr. ‘Curtis. ; Someone had tried to kill him. Someone had fired two shots through his hat. The wheels of the law were still grinding. Policeman were knocking on doors, asking questions, analyz- ing the contents of test tubes, making long-distance calls, talk- ing to doctors in the asylum, talk- ing to barmen and doormen and starters and bellboys, trying to pin Cherry Marvin and bly Mr. Curtis on the blood-splattered lapel of the loud-mouthed punk from back of the yards, who had let a little ring ability and a for- tunate marriage go to his head instead of to his heart. (Te be Ra BEN O45 SE EMEA @EARETIEIN|D) 8. Withdraw Down 1. Petitioned earnestly 2 Resumes 2. Sheeplike 4 Norse god 31. Type square 32 Moranmede