Mt. Vernon Register-News from Mt Vernon, Illinois on June 16, 1951 · Page 7
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Mt. Vernon Register-News from Mt Vernon, Illinois · Page 7

Mt Vernon, Illinois
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Saturday, June 16, 1951
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SATURDAY, JUNE 16, 1951 THE REGISTER-NEWS — MT. VERNON, ILLINOIS The Register News Daily Magazine Page tiLONDIE BY CHIC YOUNG LI'L ABNER BY AL CAPP you VVON TME QOLDEM Kty .rr- YOU WOM THE BIGHT TO ACTUALW VISIT HASSAKJ,_ THE UNSPOILED .T PRISCILLA'S POP f BY VAL VmMMl FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS BY BLOSSIR BUT, POP, uRt> MO I ARE eOMK*. DROWM OUR POPCORM WOES AT THE HUT/ ANYWHERE fOWIOHr.SON. WeUP YOUR. RED RYDER BY FRED HARMAN BUGS BUNNY POUCE" ASAIM / WOTTA . AS vol) Glances Throusta thi FUea ul The KcKlster «nd The Newt 55 YEARS AGO TODAY The vacant house at 305 West Main street, belonging to Mrs. India B. Houk, was damaged by fire this morning. Alva Hobbs of Raton, N. M., arrived last night for a visit with his parents, Mr. and Mrs, Thomas Hobbs at 105 north Union street. 40 YEARS AGO TODAY Wallace, the nine year old son of ivlr. and Mrs. George Threlkeld, met with a painful accident last night when a pistol accidentally discharged and the powder wad entered the palm of his left hand. Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Arthurs will leave Monday for their summer home in Hackensack, Minn. 35 YEARS AGO TODAY Lt. Trip Casey arrived home last night fi-om the Phillipine Islands for a visit with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Casey. He had been in the Philippine Islands constabulary service for seven years. Congressman M. D. Foster is a visitor in Mt. Vernon today. 80 YEARS AGO TODAY Charles Nelson, a brakeman on the.. W. C. and W. Railroad, was killed at Pinckneyville yesterday. Dr. John Lloyd has gone to Wisconsin for a several weeks vacation. 25 YEARS AGO TODAY An electrical storm which occurred about 2 or 3 o'clock this, morning in Wayne County resulted in the death of Mrs. Ed Davis who lived south of Keenes, and the destruction by fire of a general store of Jones and Allen in Wayne City. O. M. Whelan, Guy A. Wood and W. C. Williams have returned from Springfield, where they attended the state Lions convention. 20 YEARS AGO TODAY George Reeder and John Rainey of Mt. Vernon had scores of 77 in the qualifying round of the Southern Illinois golf tournament which opened yesterday in West Frankfort and were tied for second place. Harley Howard of Bonnie was injured last night when knocked down by a car as he attempted to cross the street. 15 YEARS AGO TODAY Jefferson County's rural crime prevention organization, formed at a meeting of 100 farmers, here last night, will be officially known as the J. C. Men. State's Attorney Howard will leave tomoTow morning for Washington, D. C, where he will visit friends and attend the Democratic convention in Philadelphia " to which he is a delegate from the 23rd Illinois district. 10 YEARS AGO TODAY Seven entries have been received in the Register-News contest to pick a typical farm family to represent this area at the State Fair in Springfield. ^ Jeanne Alice Grigg, daughter of Postmaster and Mrs. Raymond Grigg, left today for St. Louis where she will attend the summer term at the Morris School of Dramatics. Miss Betty Crum, Miss Ferne Johnson. Miss-Alberta Johnson and Miss Justean Bleeks departed thl» • morning for California where the • latter three will attend summer school. 5 YEARS AGO TODAY A four-day Chamber of Commerce Progress Campaign openied this morning when fifty civic dub "task force colonels, captains and. privates" met at breakfast at Hotel Emmerson to plan a drive for 150 new C. of C. members. Billy Dean Cole, 21 year old Central ia v/ar veteran was killed instantly and William Ivan McCrary, 22, Dix veteran, died thto morning as the result of a trucks auto crash two miles north of DiX at 4:20 a. m. Sunday. Four other young people weri seriously hurt. SIDE GLANCES BY GALBRAITN CAPTAIN EASY VME <N(7W ELEPHANTS NEUER PC »ReeTl THEV'LL WAIT VEAR5 roe REVENGE ON k WMi mO'S GIUEN THEHA TOBACCO'. AMP THEV UUE F(?l? AGE5...W0 OWE KNOWS MHERE WILD ^ 0ME5 GO TO DIE—- YTHATi? THE ' KINO OF VJOOEY I lAEANTl NAM \NOULO KMOW BY TURNER NAN TUCKER IS THE CWLD WHO'S VI&ITII0C3 FRIEWD5 OF WNE IN THE NEXT BLOCK. FROM FLQglPA. I ™«K,..s«.i>0«-^j;^^, THAT'S WINTER QUARTERS FOR THE CIRC051 BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES BY MARTIN K>0 ,OO^V ". AWt VW=>T , 1951 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. RITH MILLETT By RUTH MILLETT NEA Staff Writtr 9 'Life Just Isn't Much Fun?' The Reason Lies Within You The day that a woman says to herself, "Life just isn't much fun any more," is the day she should ask herself, "Why?" Is it because she doesn't feel really necessary to anybody in the world ? Is it because she has quit learning and growing as a person ? Is it because she is a woman in years, but still a girl in her expectations that others should be doing things for her happiness, instead of the other way round? Is it because she has too few friends, or at the other extreme, a great many so-called friends, but none really close enough for her to talk to about the things that really matter? Is it because she has been sitting around wishing something would happen instead of getting busy and making things happen the way she wants them? SECRETLY ASHAMED? Is it because she is really dissatisfied with herself as a person, secretly ashamed of the fact that she hasn't lived up to her potentialities? Is it because she has the foolish notion that if her yotuh is gone there is nothing worthwhile left for a woman ? Is it because she has allowed herself to become so critical that she is forever seeing others' faults OUR BOARDING HOUSE WITH MAJOR HOOPLE ONiLV OeiOURS OM MOST AMEMUeS OF FINIANSCIAL HELP-*— BUT I'M DeTeRM |N)eD A^TWE AMC\&MT $PAR.TAK)S -THAT ^HEf^ATOM'^ PAP&R 60Ck^ IDEA ^HALL J5EAHZ £D' X ktslOvM/ X'LL PA \MM C?fOE OF MV HISTORIC TCEAeUReS -^THI6 HALTeR FROMTMe OR161MAL OLD 6RAV MAKE -THAT IM6PIRED TME 50 N 36 2 CRUSOE'S U /l \6RELLA? VMlLLIAM TELUS gOW AMD AieCOvO? OR. THE ^HOePROM PAUL KENJERE'^ HORSE ^ OUT OUR WAY BY WILLIAMS and discounting their good qualities? Is it because she is a leaner— instead of a doer or a leader ? Is it because her life is filled with "busy" work, which is nothing more than time-killing, instead of a few really worthwhile projects ? It may be none of these reasons —or a number of them combined. But be sure there is a reason, and that the reason lies within the woman herseif. wt 't imagine Mm liozine off that way—I'm aur* IW isnt tir»d. UPA he Jao't my aMily boradr KllltK'S PACE W WLWS LONG COPVRIGHT 1951 BY VEA SEKVICC IMC THE STORTt I (Jim Marahall) •M tvrtmg to malwt • marder caae in order to Mve mr bo*a Slar Wll> llama troai rilahararat aa a law- 7>r. After doable attempta on my life, I reach mr apartment and flad 9eB7a Sarecta, the lady ma- miclmm, there. Thea Clara Mayhew, reeeptioalat for a burial •aalt flrm, aad Smiley Wetlaaffer, a mortMaa, appear. • • • xxrv pLARA MAYHEW and Sonya ^ Sareeta rejoined us quietly. "I think we'd better go," said Miss Mayhew. "Swiya is coming home with me." I regarded Sonya with speculation. "You two girls should get along well," I remarked. "Miss Mayhew is something of a performer herself. Have her tell about her bathing beauty act in the glass tank at the Prater office." 1 shall," said Sooya. "By the way. Miss Mayhew, I certainly admired that yellow bathing suit of yours. I'd like to buy one just like it for a maiden aunt of mine. Mind telling me where you bought it?" "Polsky's. You should have seen the outfit that Mrs. Wertheim bought for the act! Brother! I don't know where she dug it up! Hugo— Mr. Wertheim had a heck of a time explaining to her that it wasnt the thing. He's the most hen-pecked character I ever saw. In the end he had to tell his wife that Mr. Prater picked out the green one." "But It was yellow. Miss Mayhew." "Thafs what I said, ^yellow. Well, nighty-night everybody!" Smiley was looking oo very inquisitively. "Weil, for crying out loud, kiss Sonya goodnight!" said Smiley. 1 was between that devil and the deep V. 1 kissed her, and I knew at once that I'd have been better off iC I hadnt ducked .and had taken her bullet right between the eyes. • • a \JY guests had been gone only a •^^^ few minutes when my speaking tube whistled. I answered. It was a low, hushed voice. "1 must see you. It's very Important!" It was Louise. I answered by pressing the door lock button. Then I took out the .380 and gave it a good once -over. There was a cartridge in the chamber and seven more in the magazine. I threw (M the safety. Then 1 stuffed the ^un between the cushion and the side of my favorite lounge chair. A furtive rap sounded on my door. Lwilse wore a wrap pulled around her. She looked frightened. 'Come on in, Louise, and bring your friends." She looked still more frightened and cringed. Then Al Nanabarro and the character called Lou filled the doorway. There was a third man, and he backed up Louise. They all came in very fast. They all had guns excepting Louise. "You expected us then?" "Sure. Sit down, folks, and make yourselves at home." I did a double-take at the third man. "I remember you. You were the fuy driving the truck this eirenin(. Better luck next time!" Nanabarrd" eyed me coldly. "You talk too much, MarshaU." He turned to Lou. "Frisk him." Lou did a good job ol M. He turned up nothing. Nanabarro frowned, "li you knew we were coming up with Louise, why aren't you heeled?" "Well, 1 figured you'd bring your mob, and I kn ^v I'd be outnumbered. So I phoned headquarters and told the desk sergeant to leave a note that you'd just visited me." Nanabarro laughed shortly. "That's a poor play, we've- all got airtight alibis or we wouldn't b» here." "Like •*>** *^ aiobt FranoM. I Martin drove her CM into tha river?" Nanabarro moved with Itie ti^' pidity oi a rattlesnake strUdnS. His gun butt raked my faet. 41 didn't feel good. "Would you mind telliag me," I asked Nanabarro, "just what you're locking for?" He eyed me contemptuoualy. "As if you didnt know. SenTa was here. I saw her leave. When she didnt kiU you toniSfat thai was the pay-off. I had a liiinck aU along she was working for yo« and that slimy little mouthpiaea." • • a WHIRLED suddenly, heplaf Nanabarro wouldn't be expieet- ing me to. He wasnt I slapped his gun out of his hand—too far. It skidded clear across the carpet out of my reach as well as his. I hung a left hook on his button aai started for the gun. I thought I bad stopped Nana­ barro at least temporarily. I hadnl He caught my arm, spun BM around aod landed a right hook m my jaw. I went dowrilkNaaabaR* kicked my ribs and I<clutched at his ankle. He lost his batanot an4 went down backwards. I didn't try to go after him—I was stiU aflar that gun. "Hold itr I turned. Both of Nanabarro^ boys stood over me. Then I,>sa« that while the guns were pcNtntad at me, the gaze of each man was away. Nanabarro, too, was looking toward the door. Nick Ricardo stood there, his candid camera focused on us all. He grimwd aad said: "A perfect pietute fer ttane^ row's paper, only nobody will lieve it isnt posed. It's Mat taa good." I got up and I bJd Naasbana^ gun when I did. The guaa wsN still on me. but nobody wu faiaC to use tiiem with a eanan f»> cussed. "Give me that fllm!** Na said coldly. Rlcardo "Not on your life! me, Marshall" I wai__ "You win," said Nanaharra "HI make a deat One graMl tar Jfii filmt* . . A strange vokse aaM: "Wljg,. going on theft! Stop ji ,., racket!" _ J^i ^^l]'

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