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August 27, 1951

The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, August 27, 1951
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MONDAY, AUGUST 2T, 1991 (ARK.) COURIER NEWS Our Boarding House with Moj. Hoople PA9B BLCTIM •iou SKI I'M WEAR IN' THE" KOOPi.6 FAMILY NOS6 ? ~ vi MOT? THAT'S ALL tve ear TO WEAR F6R A WOSe BECAUSE HOOPLE IS MV NAMC, AM' X'M PAE.T CHEROKEE? -~MV FAPpy,.5/v5PeR HDOPLE.HAD THE SAME BOGLE- oi HIM, ' SAME 5IZB, SAME COLOR.' GREAT CA£5AR/ Vtf NAME IS 1 HOOPLC,TOO-~/MAJOR AMOS 6.1 HooPLe.woTeo ^dENTier 4 POLAR EXPLORES AND BOSR. 1 WAR VereRftN/~UM?COOLTJ I VOl) 8E A DESCEMOA^T OF A DiSTANjT KIH OF MIlJE, CpOMWELL HOOPLC, WHO \ ,VAiMISH£D FROM EWSLAMD AFTER A POACH- 1MS EPISODE ? OUTQUR WAY By J. R. Williams & ^'. fcj _ Jou Pickeo A GOOD TIME j-17 TO TURN) " *>-:r^<^SP*&B e^rfsss^ * o -r^'->- ^c^^-^-^^. •-, «5S ^^^-J^-s ^~> "**"*>. ^^~str^~* "•*£*» ^~***. sf ^t/i-v v -**>£ ^XV^-^av «%- A LIFT FOR LIFE! •O OTHII BRNM PICKS YOU UP u« DR. PEPPER Some men always prefer k blonde. Others don't glvt a hoot, But when you serve them Meyer's Bread. They think all gals nro cutel *°* Quality READY MIX CONCRETE PHONE 2380 Blocks—CuUerts JOHNSON BLOCK CO. I (!I Hlw»j So. BlTtheTtl -„ 225 N. FIRST Phone 4161 • MACHINE WORK (All Types) • LAWN MOWERS AH kind mowers and mower en- jlres repaired. • WELDING f (Any Tvpe) • Bicycle Repair (Complete line of parts! Aothorlrod Service * Tarts for Clinton Engines. See ns! WESTBROOK'S MACHINE SHOP EME&ALD CHESTED UOOPOE .= •rillGKT IWI IEA SHvicf, IHC A LAN BARTON had not -^* thought he would stay in, Saigon. He was on his way; home from Singapore froinj where he had just shipped j several tons of wild animals on the hoof. These had been trouble enough. Here Alan ] didn't like barbed wire entanglements in the streets, still on the alert against another night raid of AI-Quoks, slinking more murderously than the leopards he had, shipped. - | Alan was burned teak brown, he i was sweated hound lean. He was tired and he wanted home. If there had 1o be murder, Alan thought, it ought to be as decent, as least, as leopards did it, Everybody in the world, It seemed, knew that Indo-China was the next booby trap that would spring southeast Asia open to the Communist wave that was as sure as the next high tide. They were waiting for it, nil these underfed, animal-housed millions. But, Alan wasn't going to wait for H. It was just that his Mes- sageries Maritime* steamer had tied up at Qua! Quatrieme and so he was taking a ricksha to pop in and surprise his old friend Jimmy Draper, who was American Consul. His ricksha dropped him off in the Rue Taberd opposite to the six block-square walled in park of the governor general's palace. Jimmy Draper pumped his hand and called him you old horse thief and how's the fat and lazy business of ketchemative. And Alan called Jimmy you o)d bum and how's the back-breaking business of consuling an American business that isn't any more, "Bad," said Jimmy, and he was quickly serious. "Only four Americans here and one of them killed oft* this very morning." He clawed the air in impotent irritation. "Some coolies fished him out of the Arroyo Chinois and because he was American they brought him here. Knifed about two days ago. Looks too neat for a knife fight. You know about these things." "Not about your Annamese; though they may be the same 35 Malay. But I'll look at him." pHE body lay on a string cot, A gruesomely ai the Consul had described it. Alan's nos« wrinkled as he studied the exactly horizontal gash. He said only, "How did the coolies know he was American?" The consul looked startled. **I hadn't thought »f that" "This isn't just somebody's peeve. Looks to me more like a Chinese hai-hueh, done slow to make htm talk, and he wouldn't. What d'you know about him?" "Nothing. He didn't bother to report in at this office. But I've got his gear and there's a scribbled sort of diary. Come, I'll show you." In his office the Consul shook oil the unpleasant sight of Ihe veranda. "Here, you ought to be able to tell me, you being a half- baked sort of 3 scientist What's a deadly upuna?** "You're thinking," Alan told him I'lily, "of r your eighth grade reader. It doesn't exist." Both men joked banalty to shake off the impact of death. "But," said , .iy, • Ifs here in :he guy's diary. 'Upupa cpops ?maragden?is*, and he says it's a deadly bird." "That doesn't --.;s! ^iirnr " Ali'i :-id. "It's extinct It's the'emer- ald crested hoopoe." The wheels locked at top ricksha, speed . . . then there was Alan's white suit in the rainy season mire. "What's a hoopoe?" "I should have said, fourth grade," said Alan, "it's Minerva's bird. She was hot and the hoopoe spread its wings over her to make shade, so she gave it the crested crown and made' it sacred. The hoopoe winters around the Mediterranean and nests around the southeastern migratory night lanes. Meaning here. It had sacred legends amongst the old Hindu cultures, too. If it hooped at the right time it meant good luck, at the wrong time it meant a king would die. There're three or four species but the emerald crest hasn't been reported in a hundred years. It's extinct." "All that is a whole heap to know for sure," Jimmy said. "So let me tell you some more. This guy says—here loo k—'Upupa epops smaragdensis is to be found in Ual Prah Keo.' That's the jungle district around Pnom Penh." "The devil he says! That could be a scientific find!" "The man seems to have been there quite recently." "Whee-ee! Is he reliable? I mean, does he know what he's talking about?" "I don't know any more than his name, Norman D. Willis; and his diary says, 'but this bird had better be left In peace, for it is deadly.' " "Boloney! A hoopoe is the size of a thrush and it eats insects and fruits." "So now the man found it and he's dead." The Consul's look was worried. Alan's elbow touched his side. "D'you know you're being watched?" • • • '"PHE Consul peered trying va- A rious angles. "I haven't your jungle eyes. Don't see him." Alan made a quick stride to the wall, look the Consul's rifle off its | rack, flung open the casement and aimed at the banyan trees, A patch of green silk heaJIJrc-i thai looked like a leaf cluster ducked out o[ sight. Branches hurriedly nistlcd. "You wouldn't—" the Coi.sul caught at Alan's arm. Alan grinned at him. "No. But that ape didn't know. So that 'adds up to this guy had some info that was worth killing him for. I wish you luck in your soft job, Jimmy." The Consul walked liis floor, ticking dusty little splinters from Jts matting. "Look, Alan. Birds aren't so far out of your line. I wish you'd Uike a nm up there and snoop around under cover as a collector. You con id collect som extinct whalsits and teach 'em i< hoop at the right time for luck o whatever. Peddle 'em right here t< the government staff that sure needs it. JBoy, you'd make a kill ing." Both men grimaced at the in advertent allusion. Alan tried 1< laugh it off. "You don't make killing, attractive enough. This guy finds a bird and makes a crack it's deadly. Now he's dead. I don't get government insurance nnd pensions for sticking my neck into murders." REPAIR SERVICE All appliances: refrigerators. tremm, ran*M, and washers. Radios and small appliances. All nur work Is guaranteed. Adams Appliance Co. SHEET METAL WORKS OF ALL KINDS Custom work for gins, alfalfa mills, oil mills. Custom Shearing up to V< inch thickness. Frank Simmons Tin Shop 117 South RrnanViiy phone 2651 Stepped Up! Gasoline & Tractor Fuel Extra Power Get The Best 'I Sell That Stuff" O. POETZ OIL CO. Phone 2089 FRECKLE* AND KM FRIENDS' By MERRILL BLOMCft A Gr*«t Honor CHIEP MERC Aseees wcw My PU*O - AMO WE SHOUU3NT TALEWTS / "Tha doctor says it won't hurt, dear, to Ju«* bitt hhn if it doe*!" 1 ACCEPT "HIS GREAT ^o^^o^^ HUMBLY.' WE AUTOGRAPH LIMB WILL PLEASE FCWM ON THE RtS«n ' PRFSCILLA'S POP -/ OICKSHA riding between rain showers to the steamer dock Alan shut his eyes against the sur glare and (he whole dcpressin scene. Therefore, he didn't se« th accident until he was in it, Ricksha coolies in all the worl where there are rickshas have eve been careless of traffic rules. Bi; here there was a conflict of ide ologies. A "Smilcr" adherent, J Ho-Chi, and a "Guardian," a Bar each thought maliciously t« scratch a little paint oft the other': vehicle. So wheels locked at tor ricksha speed—15 miles in the sprints—nnd one spidery wheel came ofT. Then (here was Alan's white suit in the rainy season mire and on top of him some sort of a woman's while dress, and arms and legs and much yelling. Alan Mioved the woman off his face and lifted her out of the splinters. "Why didn't you 'toy* you fool?" she said in English. As Alar gaped, she snapped: "I mean stot your coolie when you saw he wa deliberately heading for us?" Alan grinned at her wUh dawi ing appreciation. She wasn't a wo man, he made a distinction—sh' was a girl. She had a smear o! dirt over her one eye and the other was blue and there were freckles on a short nose and she was very mad. •To R* Continued) Resounding Evidence XT ANOTHER BY AL VERMEER L JUST LOST AN ARGUMENT! TO THE WIFE) SHE SAYS WE SHOULD HAVE MORE WOMEN N POLITIC > SHE CLAIMS WOMEN COULD 'SETTLE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS I WITHOUT VIOLENCE' * A VIC FLINT A Body at Sea BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANS HEY/ THI6 AIN'T NO 6WORDPI3H t IT'S A HUMAN BODY/ &WIMMIN' TRUNKS'] HB HE MU*TA BE6N CAU6HT BV THE -/DROWNED/ UNDERTOW/ ]7~^LOQK AT H'AA/ MIGHT V N QUEER LOOKIN' I PAIR OF 6PEC^ HE HAD CLUTCHED IN HIS WAND/ tEANWHlUC, LSFTV AND 6WAKE- =>EA«E EACH PLOT TO DISPOSE = THE; OTHER. THI& If, A GOOD PLAC TO SIVE HIM TH' BUSINESS/ HEY, 5HAKES-PBARE, HELP 5—I GOT A CRAMP/ BY LESLIE TURNER CAPTAIN EASY Strange Go!ngB-On ill SET EMWEIT / Mwse we OUSHT> CMJ EXPLAIN HOW / REW> IT, TOO WASH! HE GOT Y*WC6Y'5 lir MW MMO HW3RE KefS. AN' MAYBE \IO U& TUMI TT DID THIS LErTERTD HISVTO THS POllCE! BKOTHEK.THAT TH' COP& SAID TO 6IVT BUGS BUNNY BV V. T. HAML1N ..NOT ASTABLE FOR HOLDOH, X A BUNCH OF 1...YOU CAN'T ^GLADIATORS N HERE' /AN' BROKE- IIS IS AN /DOWN OLD ----- fSffCHA rHAT YAt/KlfJ'WILLt-l-SHrY SOOtl 'SIOP...IN JUST O/.'E SW,Kf> WE CRfvVE GOOD POOD YES5IR. LIEUTENANT, THIS WAY, SJR; ROME, WFGWO&V/SGF-ttM.) ALLEY OOP AND FOO7.Y HAVE JUST HAD i GOOD DAY IN THE COLISEUM WHILE OOTCLftCiMED IN THE ARENA KX3ZY TOOKTHESMART BOYS IN ' THE STANDS TO THE CLEANERS BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Urgent BY EDGAR .MARTIN

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