The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 16, 1953, Page 4

Page4 THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Wednesday, December 14, 1953 —— cet pS As ISS as. The Key West Citizen ease. coe tae Only Daily Newspaper in Key West and Monroe County i. P. ARTMAN NORMAN D. ARTMAN noes | Entered at Key West, Florida, as Second Class Matter TELEPHONES 25661 and 25662 ADVERTISING RATES MADE KNOWN ON APPLICATION The Citizen is an open forum and invites discussion and subjects of local or general interest, but it will not anonymous communications. FLORI Ass IMPROVEMENTS FOR KEY WEST ADVOCATED BY THE CITIZEN More Hotels und Apartments. Beech and Ba’ Pavilion. L 2 3, Airports—Land Sea. 4 Consolidation of County and City Governments. 5. Community Auditorium. STATE DEPARTMENT DISMISSALS The latest count in the State Department of dismis- sals since Dwight D. Eisenhower’s administration came inte power is an impressive one. While figures for all employes, who were released on economy grounds and not given in the latest report, the complete figure for those released because they constituted a security threat are listed. These figures show that 306 State Department em-; ployes and 178 employes in stations abroad have been removed from their jobs since the Republicans took over. Altogether, security-caused releases have resultd in the dismissal of approximately 1500 government employes, in all departments, in this same period. In economy moves, the Administration has cut close to 100,000 persons off the public payroll, in all depart- ments, and the process is still continuing, though at a slower pace. It is interesting to note that the security dis- missals are aimed at those who commit acts “contrary to the best interest of national security.” This includes homosexuals, alcoholics, and others, as well was actual Communists or Communist sympathizers. THE INCOME TAX BITE The Department of Commerce issued a statement recently showing that about eight and a half per cent of the total family income of 1950 was paid to the Federal Government in income taxes. This figure may seem sur- prisingly small to some, especially those who thought that many families paid more than fifty per cent of their income to the Government in income taxes. While there are families who pay income taxes in these high brackets, the number is so small that the na- tional average income tax payment is eight and a half per cent of the total family income for the nation. The latest Commerce Department figures show Fed- eral income taxes, in 1950, took eight per cent of the in- come in the $7,500-§10,000 class family. Families and non-dependent individuals with incomes over $10,000 paid nineteen per cent of their income to the Federal Government as income tax. An interesting part of the report is that which shows the national family income, before taxes, to have been about $4,460 in 1950. The report shows that family in- come is up considerably but the average Federal income tax is not as high as many assume. We know a man who still says what he thinks. : ; & Headstrong ruler ney 12. Not at Passage out INJEIGIE| home 40. of car Ww) 13. Learnin 42. Falter: 14. Operatic Talian me! “4 15. Eloquen’ mee musical 117. Hollow 4. with 52, thick black 54. Unites Uguid 55. Musical 21 East: Indian ga. perez? 3.Toth English . East: it plant 57. ‘Animal food of a ro = Sound al 23. Equineani- 58. Unitsofwork 4 — clearing mal 89. Masculine 5. Beneficence the throat 27. Short jacket nickname 6. Sea bird 22 Letter of thi be 3 Down Wiese Mipbatet 31 Spikeofcorn 1. Derisive cry 9. Exi 24. Put forth $2. Talks idly 2 Invisible 10. Err again 34. Live coals emanation 11, Headpiece 23. Hindu garm ot ade Oe 27. Epic poem “O85 eae Artman, owner and fey remap ing Baer of public issues publish WORK) S-— “DO-IT-YOURSELF” ERA NOTAS CUBANAS \No Xmas Joys Por RAOUL ALPIZAR POYO TODO LLEGA... Acércae a mi corazon... en su interior han florecido de nuevo las fragantes siemprevivas, que prendicran en el sagrario de, tu alma buena . . . Yo conservo en mi pecho completamente intac- tas, todas mis ternuras de padre y de artista. Ven hacia mi... Yo procuraré que tu vida sea un maravilloso perfumadas, la cancién de la esperanza. Al compas de, sus epita- lamios sonoros, volaran las azules libélulas del ensuefio y surgiran a plenitud, todas las afioradas consagraciones ... Tu ignoraras siempre el milagro que realizaste en mi alma acongo- jada. Tu no sabras jamiés, que vivi esperandote siempre, desean- dote siempre . . . Sofiando con que alguna vez legarias hasta el alcazar de mis desventuras y mis angustias, para sembrar en sus jardines simbélicos, rosas de ternura, capaces de plasmar el Ideal, haciéndolo tangible . . Tu has sido, compafiera buena, resurreccién y serenidad en mi vida . . . Llegaste al fin y con el rocio maravilloso de tu compren- sién, hiciste nacer retofios nuevos, en los viejos rosales casi mistios ... ¥en el jardin interior, sur- gieron lindos botones, que colmaron mi espirity de ideales, de ensuefios y ‘de esperanzas . Has sido milagrosa, porque jsiempre fuiste buena... Tu palabra es un maravilloso cordial para mis profundas inquietudes. j\Llegaste a mi vida, cuando el lotofio con sus nieblas, comenzaba la poner sombras en mi alma. Y \ta, al penetrar en mis sobresaltos, jme lHlevaste a oficiar en la misa del amor . . , De un amor religioso, ide un amor sereno, que tiene el suave y caricioso misticismo de las cosas santas . . , Al encontrarte, parecié como si) un bello arcoiris presagiara en mis) surtidor, donde canten sus aguas: llegar, pero Iegaste cuando mas crueles eran mis angustias, cuan- do mayor soledad envolvia mi alma. Cuando ya casi habia perdido las mejores esperanzas y creia que todo habia terminado para Mil... Tu Hegada fué wna verdadera clarinada y al legar a mi, encen- diste de nuevo los cirios de mi corazon . . . Y has trocado mi existencia en un oasis, donde erecen las verdes palmeras del ensuehio y tus labios han sido el tebido ternuras, que antes me eran desconocidas . . . Ternura y comprensién, son eomo dos btrazos, que cuando se juntan en upretado lazo, parece que impregnan el espiritu de sa- vias nuevas, de fecundas ilusiones y que plasman, eternamente, el deseo de vivir, de saborear con las Postreras claridades de mi otofo ya en decadencia, los destellos de ‘uma radiosa aurora de luz... La vidas es cruel para los que toman el camino del bien y de la “|honestidad. Es camino pleno de zarzales, donde las pobres zapati- las del caminante, se quiebran y destruyen. Pero, si surge una dulce Verénica que nos enjugue el sudor y nos calme nuestra sed de sereni- dad, ese mismo camino, se torna en sendero florecido, em- briagandonos con sus perfumes de Ideal... Yo habia perdido las postreras esperanzas . . . Pero llegaste tu, jeomo Hegan los angeles junto al }lecho del dormido nifio, para regar |simbdlicamente sobre la tersura ide su frente ingénua, Jas condo- rosas violetas de la dicha. Tu egada, hizo repicar las companitas azules de mi corazon. Y al besarte, jse consagraron _ silenciosamente |todos mis anhelos y me parecié que inacia de nuevo a una vida amable ly buena. A una vida que antes no habia podida disfrutar. Si los hombres supieran la mag- manantial inagotable, donde he} Loom Behind Tron Curtain By RICHARD O‘REGAN VIENNA \—It looks like this is going to be the most miserable Christmas yet for 70 million East Europeans living behind the Iron) Curtain, — | No Santa Claus, no Christmas| trees, few presents, nothing spe- cial to eat. Almost everywhere in Eastern} Europe, Christmas used to be the great Christian festival of the year. Now the Communists are doing, ‘their best to wipe it out. | | In fact, families who make a \point of observing the traditional festivities will run the risk of| trouble with the Reds. | There will be no problem for millions of parents in choosing toys that will suit junior best. First of all, the exchange of gifts is frowned upon. Second, the €om- munists admit that what toys there are are likely to fall apart. There may be community par- |ties for the kids, but they will |be on New Year’s Day instead of |Christmas. And a typical party {game they will play in Poland is Jealled “How well do you know, |the six-year plan?” |_ Christmas trees, with red stars jinstead of angels on top of them, |have new names, They are called “winter trees,” or “trees of the republic,” or “New Year's trees.” | Santa Claus and all his equiva- lents have disappeared. Now it’s |‘ Grandfather Frost,” who comes jby special express train from Mos- jeow. Kids think of “Grandfather” in Russia, instead of Santa at the North Pole. Czechoslovakia’s tonin Zapotocky new attitude on the Iron Curtain: “The story of the birth of the \Christ child is only an exploiters’ myth . . . Times have changed President An- summed up the Christmas. behind langustias inquietantes, la apari-\Ditud del tesoro que es una com-|The little Jesus has grown up and cién de un Sol de felicidad a|Panera dulcemente buena y com-|now is Grandfather Frost. He no plenitud . . . Y las horas que he|Prensiva. Si los hombres pudieran |longer is in tatters and naked, but vivido y vivo junto a ti, semejan |“espojarse de pasiones bastardas, | well dressed in a fur hat and coat.” magnificas albas, en que el rosicler de deseos malvados, Para consa-| In Poland, Hungary, Romania me anuncia dias de radiante Sol, 8T@rse 2 la dulce compafera de su/gwed Bulgaria, Communist leaders en que las penas se disuelvan y | Vida, seguramente no habrian ho-| have made identical statements. las frecuentes contrariedades se|Sres destrozados, ni familias en What they mean is that throughout tornen un horas de inefables venturas . . . |bancarrota .. . Pero hay un torpe anhelo de jall East Europe—predominantly {Roman Catholic—the religious sig- Mucho tiempo te esperé, mi dulce |conquista en la mayoria de noso-|Mificance of the holiday is being compafiera ,. . Te aguardé, como|tros. Hay un peligroso afan de supressed _ and a drive is under aguarda el primer rayito de Sol, superioridad, que suele Ievarnos|W2Y to eliminate it entirely. The el blanco mafianero . pétalo de un jazmin por caminos de perdicién. Y aim is to substitute New Year’s . Como espera lajcuando recogemos los fatales re- Day as a celebration of the eco- caricia de la brisa, la arboleda en sultades de nuestra imprevisién,|"°™Mic planning year, calma’ . aguas dormidas del lago tranquilo, jel plateado rayo de Luna, que riela serenamente en la paz solemne y emotiva, de una noche prima eral... . . Como esperan las'culpamos a la vida, en vez de! jeulparnos nosotros mismus de ‘nuestros errores y de nuestras erdticas lucubraciones . | Por eso al legar ty junto a mi, |todo eso que fué parte de mi pasada Race Complaint { | WASHINGTON —The National Assn. for the Advancement of Col- Asi te estuve esperando mucho existencia, se desdibujo y una re-°T€d People has opened fire on tiempo. Y cuando mis labios se|surreccién magnifica prendid en racial segregation in railroad sta- unieron a los tuyos, senti como sile] simbolico tabernaculo de mi “DS and restaurants. descendiera del mismo cielo un arcangel, para tocar con sus corazén adolorido y senti como si The NAACP filed a complaint alas' nuevas corrientes sanguineas lo With the Interstate Commerce Com impolutas, mis sienes febriles por/agitaran, haciéndole latir con mas/Mission naming 11 raifroads, the el deseo... . premura, como si fuera el amable Richmond (Va.) Terminal Co. and Desde entonces, lo eres todo en/anuncio de una felicidad, por tantos the Union News Co.. which runs mi vida . . . Tu carifo y tu aten- cién, han sido para mi, a manera| de un oasis pletorico de serenidad, donde he hallado la paz que tanto, deseé mi espiritu, siempre agitado | aos esperada . .. Ha sido un milagro! ... Tu iste la virgencita que lo provoc6. ‘or €so me siento tan unido a ti, que solo la muerte y aun ella a restaurant in the Richmond sta- tion. - The organization termed its com- plaint the first major challenge to |segregation in railroad stations and por las traiciones y las Pequefieces! misma, cuando traspase los um- Station eating places. de la existencia en plena lucha . *jbrales del incierto mas alla, me The complaint charges the rafl- Tu_supiste borrar y hacer des-\nermitira beudecirte, por el bien Toads are still trying to enforce aparecer las sombras de dolor,! las brumas de mis tristuras} intimas. De mis desengafios fre-| cuentes, para poner en el ce-} laje, la blancura inmaculada de) que me hiciste ... Clothing Exceeds Goal “NEW YORK ‘®—American relief segregation of interstate passen- jgers, despite Supreme Court rul- jings to the contrary. | Official reports show 6,400 Atlan- tu alma de azucena y la bendicién for Korea says it has obtained tic salmon were caught in Nova de tu frase tierna y oportuna . | Acaso por desearte tanto, ‘vez por sonarte tanto, tardaste en 1953 goal of 10 million pounds. s St. Mary’s River. q | If we get further followin; Lig Another Grave By DON CAMERON tm. Chapter 19 LS ype answered the tele-/ phone: She said, “I read about someone rifling Dexter's rooms. What else has happened?” gagements in the ture?” “No. Why?” “Get a cab and pick me up at Seventy-third and going for a ride.” “Why don’t I use my car?” “Why not?” It was a dove-gray Cadillac convertible, groomed to perfec- tion. “Beautiful,” he said, “but much too good for me.” Her eyes twinkled. “For me, too, in Dad's opinion. He likes his cars conservative and styled for the ages.” “I'm talking about the girl, not the car.” “Oh? A very pretty compli- ment, Martin. Now that that’s set- tled, where do we go?” “I don’t know. Anywhere. I thought we could talk things over. Ideas are rattling around inside my head like seeds in a gourd. One minute everybody’s guilty and then all of a sudden nobody is. Maybe I ought to end my mis- id by looking up Cloud and con- ess: ing. “That’s a halfway smart sug- estion, Martin. The half about looking up Cloud is all right. His specialty is piecing together pat- terns out of odd notions and de- ciding what evidence is needed to sew them together, isn’t it? You nie be able to give him a lead an je might be able to give you one.” He shrugged. “You're the driver. your directions than we did following mine, I won’t be surprised.” They found Cloud in his office in West 20th’ Street, sitting alone ladison. We're | at a bare desk, doing nothing. He greeted them pleasantly enough, but with an air of abstraction. Waving them to chairs, he said, “I have a pew for the lady.” He brought a thin packet of let- ters from his pocket, and offered them to Barbara. “My letters to Richard!” The-Troe Story DEAR CHILDREN: Wherever free people live and work and love and bring children into the world, Santa Claus is both fact and tra- dition. One empty stocking can go a@ long way toward destroying faith, in the mind of a little child. Without faith, life approaches the state of hopelessness, If faith is maintained and nurtured, seeming- ly impossible situations will be overcome eventually. Thus Sammy Clause bears the same relation to Santa Claus, that Satin bears to God. So, if you, yourself, really believe, you will find 'that Sammy —by horrible example—will be- come an instrument to maintain faith, instead of destroying it by unanswered questions—THE AUTHOR, CHAPTER THREE OST folk don't even know about Sammy Claus; but, if you'll come up real close, I'll tell you what a hor- rible, terrible, awful rascal Sammy really is. Sammy is even worse than a rascal. He never brushes his teeth, nor washes his face and hands, nor combs his hair. He never even takes off his clothes, when he goes to bed. Just imagine, sleeping with all your clothes on! Why Sammy even gets wrinkles in the .wrinkles in his clothes, and he doesn’t smell very nice, either. Sammy never goes to church or Sunday school. In fact, his name isn’t really Sammy Claus. It was Sammy Carbuncle; but he is such | @ trouble-maker that he just changed it and started calling him- self Sammy Claus, knowing he'd get the mailmen and other folk all ‘mixed up, so he could spoil their Christmases for them. Once in a while he does. see THAT IS the kind of rascal Sammy is. Why he'll go down to the corner fruit store and, if he can't steal any—while nobody is | looking, he'll buy a great big bag- full of beautiful, ripe, juicy, red apples—and he'll just sit and look at them until they all begin to spoil. Then he starts to eat them. Sammy lives in a tumble-down house that leans this way and that way. Yes, and now I remember that part of it leans the other way, too. The grass is nearly as high as the rickety fence, which / also leans this way and that way. In fact, the mail man has a hard time getting through the weeds and over the holes in the porch floor, but he has to deliver Sammy's mail, just like he delivers it to everybody else. He carries a clothes-pin in his pocket, and I hear he puts it on his nose every day, before he goes up on Sammy's! porch with the mail. He tells me Cloud smile4. “The mail brought them. I don’t suppose either of you sent them here, by any chance?" Martin said, “Certainly neither of us sent them. The murderer ust have, after getting them from Searle.” N ARTIN repeated the results of + his investigations, covering all the points of Clarabelle’s story that he considered important. Cloud gnawed his lip. He said softly, “It's possible she killed Searle, but it would surprise me,” “I don’t think she did. I think she saw the killer either entering or leaving my place.” “Anything better than just a hunch?” “She went so far as to tell me she knew I wasn’t the murderer, then modified it by saying that at least she was pretty sure. Later I spoke as if she'd mentioned seeit someone else she knew, and tha’ scared her into a fit. She denied it. But all along I had the impres- sion that she was holding some- thing back.” Cloud made up his mind swift- ly. “Come on, King, I want you to go visiting with me. You may come too, Miss Ennis, if you'd like.” “I would like. We can ride in my car.” There was no answer when they rang Clarabelle’s apartment from the lobby. But as they lingered indecisively, a boy came out and Martin held the inner door open with his foot. “Want to try upstairs, Cloud?” Cloud did, and Martin led the way to the second floor. He lifte . his hand toward the pearl butfon beside the door and jumped when Cloud grabbed him. Cloud's face was suddenly fierce. “No matches,” Cloud warned. “No cigarettes.” His nostrils flared as he shook the knob, failing to turn it. Martin smelled it then, the heavy odor of illuminating gas. “Get back,” Cloud snapped. “Out of my light.” He had a small leather kit many flat keys in his hand; he selected one, tried to fit it to the loc! and, mutteri impatiently, tri 35 another. The lock clicked, the doo. opened. The sulphurous smel— rolled over them. Martin cleared his lungs of the first breath of gas. He went to~ ward the kitchen doorway. To his left, along the nearer wall, he saw a refrigerator as he reached the doorway, and a sink, and— Clarabelic She lay across the chairs with her flaxen head thrust all the way into the oven of the gas stove be- yond the sink. " Cloud leaned against the case- ment of = Rte feo holding a sheet mon-yellow notepa- per gingerly with his fingertips, looking at it. “Dead?” Martin asked hoarsely. The detective nodded and looked at hee for a moment more, it carefully on the enameled top of the oven. The detective bent down and behind the right ear. Martin moved closer; a tingle went through him as he saw a purple swelling over the base of the — a bruise the size of a silver Ollar. Behind him Barbara said “Oh!* Her face was dead white and he! eyes, distended with horror, seemed unable to tear themselves away from the dead woman, He put his arms around her gently and turned her, “Stay where you are, both of you,” Cloud said harshly, leavin, the kitchen. “Don’t move an don’t touch anything. I'll be right back.” He went into the front room and Martin heard him at the telephone. He crened his neck, trying to decipher the purple-inked scrawl on the yellow per. It was Clarabelle’s handwriting. His lips formed the words: “To the police: I killed Richard Searle. He gave me no choice.” The was unsigned, but there was a blob of ink at the end of the sentence and several smaller splashes trailed across the sheet, Barbara said, her voice muffied against Martin’s chest, “Isn't there anything that can be done?” “Not fo: her.” he murmured. “Not now.” (Te be contineed) of Santa Claus BENNETT SERVER The home of Sammy Claus Is awful—as you here can see. most of the letters he delivers there are in pretty scrawly hand- writing, which is very hard to Tread. Now I suppose you are “wonder- ing why the FBI didn’t arrest Sammy long ago. So lean over, real close, because this is a deep secret and I don’t want you to repeat it. They are after him. The Head Man told me s0, just the other night, when I got this far along with our facts and began | wondering why the FBI hadn't caught him already. Over the phone, the Head Man |told me, very confidentially, that | they never have too much trouble catching ordinary crooks; but | Sammy is so dumb and so lazy | that he never does anything. This jmakes him a very hard man to arrest. You see, if Sammy opened the | Christmas letters, which he doesn’t | —because he is too lazy; or, if he |read them, which he doesn’t—be- | cause he was just too lazy to learn to read; they'd arrest him in a j minute. They did go inside his | place, several times, when he was out after more apples—to let spoil before he started to eat them. oe THEY EVEN picked up a lot of Christmas letters they found, right | where the mailman left them; but the Head Man told me that nest of the writing was pretty awful bad—so bad that they couldn't read very much of it—even in their newest and finest laboratory. So, you see, they really couldn't arrést him for anything. However, they are still after him, because the Head Man told me they were going to try . .. Gee, I promised him I wouldn't tell about this— and we always have to keep a Promise. Big Night For Owl EPHRAIM, Utah w—Wally Dur- As he untangled the mass of Sammy is such a rogue that t! Postman can’t get anything on either, He never answers his which he can't—because bell doesn’t ring; is too lazy to fix it, knew how, So the mailman shoves the mail through a big in Sammy's front door—which the same hole. that Sammy's skunk, Stinky, climbs in and out through; and I guess that a skunk is the only animal that could stand living in the same house with Es aig ct 2555 see ‘TRUTHFULLY, they are both so terrible that I thought it over sev- eral times—and then I put perfume in my ink, before this—end I really had to write it. You see, I thought it would be a good idea to tell you all about this situation now—just in case single childish letter (which the reader, is powerless to Properly) does go astray, way to Santa Claus, and i Pelee i t i |found the owl still flying back and! counted 1,537 of them dead, He es. forth, trying to get out, the next timated the loss at $1,350, - -/40,000 pounds more clothing for Scotia this season. The largest fee reported that a hoot owl morning. tal destitute Korean civilians than its ~as a 31-pounder taken from the sot into a coop of 4,000 10-week-old World production of wood in 1948 New Hampshire chickens. He chickens piled up in a corner he| wes about a billion tons. 4