The Key West Citizen Newspaper, December 15, 1954, Page 11

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THE KEY WEST CITIZEN ITS A SHEER CLIFF, MR. YOUNG- AND THE WAVES WOULD POUND US TO PULP! ost Ore HS. 4 BOAT -=- Fin ELLEN! iD SOME WAY TO CLIMB GAFFHOOK 1 f eyo Aly HAD MORE FAITH~~ YOU KNOW HOLE )THAT POLICE DESART MENT ON IS ALERTED. THAT'S RIGHT! THEY'RE ) ACCEPTING NO PHONE I KNOW IT, UNCLE CALLS —AND HAVING < PHL! 1 WAS TALKIN’ THE SPRINGDALE GAZETTE! HE FLEW YES, AND PLEASE, ns FATHER, DON'T GIVE }° HIM YOUR USUAL y THIRD DEGREE THIS HOUSE AS LONG AS I HAVE? (AND EACH TIME HE HALTS BEFORE A LOCKED COMPARTMENT DOOR... a } [NOBODY'S GONNA, IC, SHOC STOP US NOW? Sue gl HIM’DOWN! G'WAN-THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAV’ HE REALLY WAS THIS BIG! SCHOOL BUSINESS MUST BE GETTING TOUGHER! LAST AUGUST ONE GOOD CLIENT DRIVES HER CAR OFF A CLIFF- AND LAST NIGHT ANOTHER ONE DOES THE SAME THING-- ny I'M AFRAID I'VE GOT 10 PAY UP. HOW SHALL I IN FACT ME WAS ALMOST AS BIG AS THE ONE I TO CASH, #300 ( THERES ANOTHER | | THE HONOR SYSTEM, AND | MRS.GILDER! BIG BEN BOLT ABLY THE ONLY LANGUAGE YOu Know ! LOOKS LIKE COBB WAS GIVEN A DANGEROUS OVERDOSE OF DRUGS BY THOR/...AND A TERRIFIC BLOW ON THE SKULL TO GO WITH IT/ PHIL T'VE BEEN THINKING MAYBE SHE'D TALK T0 ME! YOU DON'T KNOW : WHAT IT 1$ TO STAND SOMETHING UNTIL. YOU'VE RAISED TWIN, TEEN-AGED DAUGHTERS, BELIEVE GRABS HIMSELF A CUSHY JOB, WHI WE BLOW OUR \\ BRAINS OUT PUFFING UP BALLOONS! WELL, ALL I KNOW IS THAT SOMEBODY CAIN'T LET STORMY ANY COACI ILDCATS SCOWLER AN’ TH’ \\_ xe Ml IF WE EVER GET + > OUT OF THIS CELL ‘YOU TAY | SER MEAN TES h PMORROWS GAME FAR | j Ha § ALEENA WANTS us TO COME TO THE TOP. T'LL BET SHE'S HOPPAI MAD! = [S you've cor To DO SOMETHING, DOCTOR /... HE MUST GET WELL! swHE MUST/ EASY NOW, MISS se THAT WAY ABOUT JEFF COBB / NOT ONLY THAT-- (T SORTA ADDS FIVE OR TEN TO YE AN -- COME ON.’ LET'S ‘I TAKE'EM OUT IN THE PARKING LOT./— I'VE GOT AN IDEA! =— ACTION. THIS WON'T REALLY HURT THE BUT IT SHOULD MAKE HIM JUMP! BUT PROMISE ME THIS, DOC... AN’ YOU TOO,D/INAH/ TH’ FACT THAT AH TOO SICK 7’ PLAY 1S OUR SECRET. UNTIL AFTUM TH GA (GUL iL AFTUH AH. > GAME OR BECAUSE YES. IT WAS AGAII YOU ORDERS, NAROA. BROUGHT, ME HERE? a ONE MUS" KNOW Boi KNOW WHAT SHE*LL OOF TUAN US INTO BEASTS OA— —ty John Cullen Murphy i! HAD YOUR REASONG, BOT | T-] MEAN...HE'S GOT TO GET WELL 50 HE CAN WRITE HIS ‘STORY/... YOU UNDERSTAND, DON'T You? ‘CREEPY.’You DOLL! HOW'D YOU gi, GET THEM BLOWN IT'S TIME FOR ANOTHER SPOOK TO GO INTO HORSE, THAT Was, a thot GONNA PLAY... BUT HE'LL BE SO PY WORRIED HE'L H HAROLY MOVE! NST HER OH, HELLO. $0 THIS 1S NARDAS LOON’T | OfAR l HOW SWEET OF YOU TO BRING ‘D0 COME

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