The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 14, 1954, Page 9

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THE KEY WEST CITIZEN NO TIME * TO TALKS V ?P WHAT'S SO DIFFERENT ABOUT ITP. —by Keats Petree OUT BY NOW IT 1S TOO LATE FOR ACTION, 700-0 SA s Sk JUST A MOMENT— HOW \ WHY, MRS. STUFFEY—EVERYONE HERE IN SPRINGDALE KNOWS ABOUT IT! {SIT CAME OVER THE NEWS WIRE EARLY £} TODAY —WE FRONT-PAGED IT IN OUR Bee) ON HEY, JILL, WHAT’LL WE WEAR EDIE'S PARTY TONIGHT ? I A HATCH IS OPENING! DID I ACCIDENTALLY STEP ON SOME HIDDEN RELEASE? ‘OR WAS IT OPENED FROM INSIDE THE | |WELL BE ON EASY NOW! BY TONIGHT OUR | END OF THE] STREET! WELL+~ JUNGLE? | | UH+~ OH-MOTHER = ISN'T THIS AWFUL?! YOUR BROTH °y WAS BEEN ARRESTED IN CO! WITH THAT 100,000 BAI ROBBERY LAST YEAR! HORRORS! WE'LL BE DISGRACED -=I'M SURE SOUPY MUST HAVE A GOOD ALIBI ; CAN I CHECK SOME NAMES \ | OF COURSE IT CAN N | AGAINST YOUR RECORD OF BE A COINCIDENCE IF HE'S BEEN CLEARED = - THAT'S FINE!= THANK YOU HIER / THE DONNYBROOK DERBY ON HEADACHE AND pentane GAZETTE va Uk! SEE YO si ‘T MODERN ANYTHING # VLE OVER THERE F ONLY ONE WAY \" TO FIND QUT! Ge: : eh 1g Ar* é la eg aa —by Wilson McCoy ee | | STOP GENTLEMEN”, J) [a THis IS AS FAR YY IB As You G0 Fy Vy: ie \ SOUPY HAD AN IRONCLAD ALIBI -MAGGIE! WE SPENT. ALL LAST YEAR IN JAIL !/ WHO CAN THEY a = “TAKE YOUR BIS ' PAWS ORR ME! [ a TAKE ‘EM OPE, / As YOU HEAR? GET TO TAKE HIS PLACE? _ ay FC HE KETCHES MADE OFF TH VARMINT, PULETS LAST NICHE SNUREY, }_MAYOR SOMEWHAR AN' SHERIFF TAIT AN HIS | - 44 TARZAN FINALLY. TO THE RELIEF AUSTIN BETTER GET DRESSED FOR THE DANCE, DEAR! YOUR DATE WILL BE E SOON.’ \USTN'T THAT IN CAS! JUST BET --SHE" AND ALW HE MAY BE GONE WHAT NAROA, BESIDES, | | HAVE. HEAR POWER EQUALS YOU Mi OVERTAX YOURSELF! HOWEVER, IF YOU INSIST ON PLAYING= LET ME J ‘SHE THEM DOGS WILL SNIFF OUT TH CRITTER (F HE AIN'T ALREADY BURIED HiS CLOTHES HE SMLED* WEAKLY “PRETTY HH, BUTT T LOOK LIKE SOME- THING SHOT FROM A CANNON, IN THAT MOLDY OLD BLUE JOB! DRESS ON! > SHE'S LUCKY. I GOT LASSOED-- THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED! THIS ROPE CAME RIGHT OUT OF THE SKY--- THERE'S A RBAL GHOST HERE! ) IN YOU S$ LIKE Yours, f THE END US ~~ Is SHE Hmm--Whal) IAYS WANTS] REALLY IN | | 1 LOVE HEA, BUT SHE "VE SAID ‘AN’ HAADLY Nonices ME. T WER MANDRAKE9] | ALL HEAR iS-- MANDRAKE! EALO' SHE THINKS SHE IS, ¢

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