The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on August 30, 1951 · Page 15
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 15

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, August 30, 1951
Page 15
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THURSDAY, AUGUST 30, 1981 BLYTHEVILLE, (AKK.) COURIER NEWS Our Boarding House with Maj. Hoopie MrVioe?— TMweoESlvoo WERE MY ibD FROM 1 FOR YOUR MEV)-FCKJMD I City Klkl, MAJOR DE6PeRAt>OesJlCO<JSlWTOO.'~ WHO'D 1 -THE/ A6T M6 COP*/ OF YOUR Nose crteu Fes? A ALMOST OMERAnp H6RE HJTK6 OULD IT ONE'S EMOTIONS? OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams r d.' SCOUTS USEP RAMRODS TO COOK WITH, BUT WITH TK' \*V TEENY SIT OF MGAT •lOU GIMME I CAN'T t verxj <s»rr TH' NICE WELL OF CAMP COOKIWY /YOU'RE TOO FAR BACK > ( ON TH 1 RAMCOP, 8C*t-- . \ YOU BETTER I '"' ^J;^Q^=QI: ?§§5M" ! 'J i- PRAIRIE PERFUME I'ot or cold, wet or dry. Blue skies, blue jays—ho hum! Meyer's Bread remains the same, Shoe Repair Helps You Look Your Best Hfl I_T€RS UflLITY SHOE SW!I >ZI. W. M «q I M ST. MMERALD CHESTED UOOPOE.. COfYdGHT 19S1 N£A SfKVlCf, INC IV A LAN BARTON left that to soak . in on Georges Benoit, stemmed the door and went to scowl over the rail at the dark shore line slipping by. close enough some- limes for an agile man who didn't !cnow so much about the ways of boats to make a leap that would lead to the lese mysterious jungle lhat.he knew better. An American had been killed— for what? For a silly information "about • rare bird? Ridiculous. Alan spat into the dark water ind felt his way, bumping amongst attan deck chairs, to his cabin. His hand was on the door knob .vhen he stopped, his breath, his nerves, his muscles stone still. He vas sure he had closed that door lehind him. Somebody had been n during those, 15 minutes or so, Jr—AJan put fingers to hij lips and wetted his nostrils the way ungle animals do to catch fleeting scents- Noiselessly he lowered his face along the door's open crack. the upsetting of his strale^y Of he had a knife, a short wavy Malay' kriss. Alan slammed the door against him again. Uhe man stjuenkcd. Alan slapped the man across his eyes, twisted the kriss from him and grabbed him by his knot of greasy hair and hauled him erect And then he didn't know what to d^. He knew nothing of the language to slap information out of the man. He listened hopefully. The man only chattered. Alan 'felt more alone than ever. He didn't know who might be possibly at ^least not hostile to a lonely American. He would have to play this game through alone He iifted the man by the scruff and a fistful innts, rnrned Ana he got it. Faintly sweaty, betel-nulty. acrid, w *°* Quality READY MIX CONCRETE PHONE 2380 Blocks—Culverts JOHNSON BLOCK CO. §1 HIw»T 8*. Blrlhertlte Alan pushed the door open and tood aside. Nothing hurtled out it the dim Interior. So it would lot be some petty sneak . thief, 'eople who didn't want to escape, Man knew, waited behind an opening door for unsuspicious chumps to walk in. Alan shoved the door suddenly hard over. He felt it clunk against a bonily soft resistance. With hu other hand he snapped on the light. An Annamese, monkey-sized, crouched againsl the wall, with a ol bagged coolie him to the ship's side and pitched him over. The close dark jungle said nothing. TyrORNING found the river steamer tied to a tree top. They were in the Tonle Sap, Here the rainy season filled up whole sections of the Mekong Valley till only the trees showed. Children screamed and waved from their nests in the nigh branches tike little orang-outans. Their parents stretched miles of nets to trap the fish that would be left when, the waters would diminish. Dncle Ho was blandly promising the people he would do something about it. Benoit appeared at his side at the rail. He nodded out at the fantastic scene. "A problem, is it not? And our government, alas, does-not have the-effrontery to promise the cure. Come, let us do the petit dejeuner. Do you take wine with your chocolate?" Whatever might be not so obvious about him, this Benoit was obviously cheerful about it. Ills happiness did not last. A voice from behind his chair said: "Oh, halo, Monsieur Benoit,* Benoit jerked to stiffness. Only massive man come into view As tall as Alan and much mealier. i:;oufiii hardly soft,'the inan'5 lace hfld the bold assurance of power/ He eased himself, uninvited, into a chair u-ilh the privilege of nn old friend. He spoke in English. Alan guessed his accent Colonial Dutch, or maybe again, Eurasian. "So you go on a little trip, eli Benoit? Where to?" Ecnoit seemed to know it would be useless lo lell the man to mind his own business. He said, "To Pnom Penh." "Oh, vcrree good!" the man exclaimed. "l f too. 1 drink a leetlf of your always so good wine It our meeting there." "We shall not be staying." Be] noit's voidable hand indicated thai inly Alan knew where they went. The man heaved himself up and enormously bowed. "I am Peter Vroom." Alan responded, Vroom sal down and looked him over with undisguised appraisal. Benoit explained to him. "A zoologist of eminence. A collector—t i g e r s. rhinoceros, elephant," The hands enlarged each variety. He did not mention birds. Vroom's heavy eyelids could not veil his avid interest. "Ah? So you go, then, I theenk, into the Dtidung?" Alan laughed at him. **We collectors never give away our hunting grounds till after we've scooped the cream." PAQB Fil HIM half-monkey fear in his eyes at his eyes turned to watch a darkly T 'HE heavy lids lifted for a moment to show a gleam like a leopard's appraising a kill before leaping. Vroom lifted his glass. "To our meeting." He heaved himself up. ."For your apertif, friend Benoit. my thanks." He departed. Alan frowned thoughtfully after the man. He knew leopards. Then he noted Benoit's personal servant was putting away something under his loose coolie blouse. It looked like & knife. There was 8 thin satisfaction in feeling that, even though much of the country might' be against Alan, at least H was not unanimous about it, "Fathead!" Benoit mapped to French. "It i* DCK apertif. It it wine." (To B« Continued) What Don't You Need? I Old rickety furniture, worn I clothes, fishing equipment. I Anything on earth that yon I don't want Is worth money In I trades and swap* at H A M 1 Sales Co. Bring It down— f fon'll find something yon DO H&MSalesCo. I 111 E. Main Phon« 6859 SHEET METAL WORKS —...., -- OF ALL KINDS Custom work for gins, alfalfa mills, oil mills. Custom Shearing up to >/ 4 inch thickness. Frank Simmons Tin Shop 117 South Broadway Phone 2651 er Stepped Up! Gasoline & Tractor Fuel Extra Miles Extrc Get The Best "I Sell That Stuff" G.O. POETZ OIL CO. Phon* 2089 Check Your Speedometer! II Will S»T. T» Miner Are you *ur« your tpeedometer 'e«ds correctly? It's no excuse lo: ipwding Come In tomorrow jne day service lor atl cars and truck*. T. I. SEAY MOTOR CO. Chr7*lcr-PlyM**th Dernier 121 r. M«l» rh.n« ei22 ~. 225 N. FIRST Phone 4161 • MACHINE WORK (All Types] • LAWN MOWERS All kind mowers and mower engine* repaired. • WELDING (Any Tyj>«l • Bicycle Repair (Complete line of parln) Authorised Service A Part* foi Clinton Engines. See as! WESTBROOK'S , MACHINE SHOP FOR SALE Concrete culvert*, 12 Inch t* 4* inch, plain or reenforctd. Also Concrete Building Blocki cheaper than lumber for ham*, chicken houses, pomp house* tenant honses, tool sheds. We deliver. Call BI for free ntlmate, OSCEOLA TILE & CULVERT CO. FOR SALE LUMBER Seasoned Oak & Cypress All Dimensions E. B. Gee Cotton Co. Ph. 2026 or 6645 MAMA GET -KILL FRECKLES AND MIS FRIENDS By MERRILL BLOSSBH Call for R Medicine Man erfx A PUFP AT WF TflBAt. PIPE, BELIS KIN&IN LARD'S HEAD I ON To TVS T 00 EITHER OF REE . ) VOU GUYS HEAR .V^^E// B | ROS »TO S»«*(6 «« ^WVoy, IS THERB A WtDCJNe MM* WMl "They haven't seen each other for 40 years—just tell Pop you'd know they're cousins because of the strong resemblance!" PRISCILLA'S POP The Optimist BY AL VJ3RMEER THE TROUBLE W WITH YOU, LESTER, I'D YOU'RE TOO GLOOMY! BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE NO MORE STUPID, NO (\\ORE ]_ LSPTY/ 1 AA\ THE COUMT Of MOsrre cfzisTO, AMD THE WORLD WE FOUND THE BOOY.ABOUT/'UOOKf. A LOT LJK& A TEN MILES OLTT IN THE / FEUI-EK NAJW&D SOUND. iHESIFF. __ 7 -6TUPID" UUMBEN. W6 WANTED FOX. THE WILKINA ' PAVHOLL I WANNA. MAKE A PER50N-TO-P5RSON CALL TO INSPECTOR GROWL, POLICE com, mi BY «t« smvici CAPTAIN EASY 'Right to the Point BY .LESLIE TURNER LOW6VOU y WHISTS LET ME HWE —BUT wvxoev, I OWE is HWSSIMG'. HVH&T wiwe MR.McTISG..>rr WU DOME WITK IT? t BORROWED THE PADLOCK (CSV? T I DOWT KNOW WHAT THAT'S THE OUL.V OWB \ VOU U6WJ. Ife OMEr WHOSE LOCK 1 HftDMT I OF THE KEYS LOCATED. 5UH«,UWT1I. /BROTHER EWTRUSTEP A WOWBMT AfiOl A TO ME! I'YWvMT IT 1 CAM UNDERSTfUJD THIVn IT WOUIO be :.'J W> IF THE OWNER OF THAr EWPTV HOOSB CROSS THE AUEV CAME HOWE TOMORROW ,VD FOUNDTHE M1SSIHG CM!,AND WONEVi PADLOCKED IW HIS GARAGE! BUGS BUNNY Very Helpful WHft,T ft C6TUMWV ) THI5 l£ > LOOKIN'HLJNK •>—'ONE OF RAREST IT ""~ ~X STOP/ COMFORTABLE ? ) VOU'RE BWE/XK- IN& IT TO PIECES/ VOU'VE 1UNLA,*.' WUINEP '"-VC'N <&TILL WM ANTIQUE \ GET -fER WOCKER/ \ POUCH IT'e OUTO'IT.' WORTHLESS.' ALLEY OOP Hig l.cngue Stuff BY V. T. HAMLIN NOW. AS I WAS SAYING, BOV... SORRY TO HAVE KEPT YOU WAITING.. BUT YOU KNOW THOSE OCTAGOiM WHA'S THAT. UEUTENft.NT? OH.YOUDIDN'TSSyANYTHJKIG EH? UWW YASS.THA'S WHAT . I THOUGHT..... H6C6.HAVE A CHOP.. DELICIOUS: BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES Same Boy BY EDGAR MARTIN T$

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