anaheim-bulletin 1953-09-01

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— PICK OUT A NEW DISGUISE! THE MAN SAID, WELL HOW ABOUT THIS ARABIAN RIG? VERY PRETTY RED, ONLY - DON'T GET CARRIED OFF TO SOME HAREM! NO KIDDING? SAY! ILL TRY IT- AND SEE! DIXIE DUGAN— GET MR. NEAM TO SIGN A STATEMENT TO THE EFFECT HE'S TAKING SO MORE OF YOUR INCOME YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO SUCE ON A MORAL CHARGE I'll CHECK WITH A BUSINESS FRIEND OF NINE IF YOU ONCE AGREE TO HIS TERMS, WHETHER WRITTEN OR VERBAL, YOU ARE BANK LLOYD T.SWERTY PRESIDENT VOL. PRUSSON SECRETARY THAT'S THAT! THERE IS NO WAY OUT OF THIS MESS THAT I CAN SEE Physics Major Wins Texas Music Degree WACO, Tex. — Baylor University reports it will grant two masters' degrees to a Waco man next month who couldn't make up his mind whether he was more interested in music or physics. Merle Alexander earned a bachelor of music degree at Baylor in 1947, and began work on his master's degree in that field. He became interested in a theory ad- Marriage Licenses John David Toepher, 20, 506 Clubhouse Ave., Newport Beach; Nina Florence Hillard, 18, 1674 Westminster Ave., Costa Mess. James Edward Spiegel, 22, 2656 Newport Blvd., Costa Mess; Winnie Dee Jeannie Aubrey, 16, 2627 Tyler, Long Beach. Arthur Chris Weber, 66, 2337 Benton Way, Santa Ana; Grace Anna Ulrich, 64, 500 E. Commonwealth Ave., Fullerton. Russell Lee Tracey, 21, Cottage Grove, Ore.; Arlene Violet Gor- Jerry Lynn Mayberry, 20; D. Nolene Nixon, 15, both 404lege, La Habra. Marcel Garthwaite Stragier Claremont; Margaret Squier, 21, 13975 Deeds Santa Ana. Anthony Paul Palladino, 24, Baker St.; Batty Jeanette 19, 520 E. Broadway, both Ana. Campsite of Oldest Prehistoric Man Found Texas Music Degree WACO, Tex. — Baylor University reports it will grant two masters' degrees to a Waco man next month who couldn't make up his mind whether he was more interested in music or physics. Merle Alexander earned a bachelor of music degree at Baylor in 1947, and began work on his master's degree in that field. He became interested in a theory advanced by Paul Hindemith that all music could be stated by a single formula. Alexander's interest in Hindemith's theory led him to enroll in a physics course, so he could understand it. He won a bachelor of science degree in that field last year. Alexander receives a master of science degree as well as a master of music degree at Baylor's summer commencement. His twin fields of interest have led to a job in which he will get a chance to combine them. He will work as a research engineer for the Conn Band Instrument Co. of Elkhart, Ind., in acoustics and electronics. GHOSTLY HOOFBEATS by Norman A. Fox SYNOPSIS Packrat Purdy's arrest had opened up once more the case of the Phantom Bandit and sent Cole Manning galloping into his hometown country. He hoped now to bring to justice the hold-up robber of a valuable Wells Fargo cargo, who had sludged his ill-tempered father, the late Sheriff Flint Manning before. But on reaching his destination Cole learns from tough Mack Torgin and his killer companion Gal, that ally old Purdy had fed the jail and sided by a girl and her wife were here over a bounty his head. Griffin, the present sheriff, explains to Manning that sextic old Packrat is not important to the case. He'd merely been held for questioning when some of the long lost loot turned up home. Liskanus in conversation at the local hospital Cole discovers that Torgin is attempting to blackmail its founder, the venerable and highly esteemed Dr. Brownlee. CHAPTER NINE THROUGH the doorway Manning now had a glimpse of Brownlee at his desk, an older, grayer man than he'd remembered, but Brownlee for all that, with his glasses down at the end of his nose just as they'd always been. Manning might have stepped into the office, but the heavy voice of Mack Torgin stopped him. ... And if I do? Torgin was saying: "I've got my plans too well along, Doc, to change them now. Look, you could close your eyes to a few things, if you wanted. You're just out for my scalp!" John David Toepher, 20, 506 Clubhouse Ave., Newport Beach; Nina Florence Hillard, 18, 1674 Westminster Ave., Costa Mesa. James Edward Spiegel, 22, 2656 Newport Blvd., Costa Mesa; Winnie Dee Jeannie Aubrey, 15, 2627 Tyler, Long Beach. Arthur Chris Weber, 68, 2397 Benton Way, Santa Ana; Grace Anna Ulrich, 54, 500 E. Commonwealth Ave., Fullerton. Russell Lee Tracey, 21, Cottage Grove, Ore.; Arlene Violet Gordon, 18, Norwalk, 11400 S. Norwalk Blvd. Arthur Fred Smith, 15, 7915 Manzanar, Rivera; Joyce Ellen Robran, 15, 16881 Fairview Rd., Santa Ana. Richard Joshua Jefferson, 28; Laguna Beach, Delores May Jefferson, 28, both 2845 Marion Way. Howard Herman Carnine, 18, 7032 Westminster Blvd., Westminster; Shirley Ann Corrigan, 17, 713 Orchid Ave., Corona del Mar. Lynwood Stafford Barton, 27, 602 Orchid, Corona del Mar; Jean Allenia Mayo, 24, Warwick, Va. Harley Ammon Davies, 41, Crescent City; Nora Eloise McCloud, 40, 636 N. Golden Ave., Fullerton. and go back to sleep, eh? The whole town will side with you, Doc, and you know it. But one of these days I may have something to hand them that even Griffin will have to heed. Just think that over, Doc! "Get out, Mack," Brownlee said wearily. "Get out of here, I say!" Silent as the shadows, Manning faded down the hallway, deeper into the building, until he came to the hospital's kitchen; and from where he stood, he could see a lamp burning beyond and a plump silver-haired woman seated in a chair by a table, busily wiping and stacking dishes. This was Ma Hibbard, no doubt of it. He stood there indecisively, and he saw Ma come alert to some sound. At once his own curiosity was aroused. Another door, a back door leading into the kitchen from the alley, was creaking. "Laura!" Ma Hibbard cried. The person who came stealing into the kitchen was that Leviac girl who'd driven the wagon for Purdy and later held forth on a cutbank with a six-shooter. She stood there bold as brass with a finger raised to her lips. "Hugh! Ma!" she was saying. "I came back to get more grub. Mack Torgin saw us leave Mannington wagon yesterday. He kept his eyes on Lauren ahead for Laura was going to him to Packrat Purdy. Out of Mannington, the road wound northward across reaching openness, with some a fence breaking the shadow swathed expanse. Here I moved at an unhurried pace here Cole Manning, after booing across the wooden bridge spanned the creek at the top outskirts, took up her trail kept at a discreet distance by the girl, not wanting to alarm at first he rode shouted in saddle wanting to have the free look of a cowhand return from town. That was in Laura looked back. Soon he worrying, for the road forked and there, with offshoots run to the various ranches; and he afraid she might take a turn out his knowing. But the moonlit miles unravel bringing him into the tang country of the north basin; now he gradually closed the tense between himself and the fearful that she might again him. And that was when he be aware that someone was on backtrail. ning now had a glimpse of Brownlee at his desk, an older, grayer man than he'd remembered, but Brownlee for all that, with his glasses down at the end of his nose just as they'd always been. Manning might have stepped into the office, but the heavy voice of Mack Torgin stopped him. "... And if I do?" Torgin was saying. "I've got my plans too well along, Doc, to change them now. Look, you could close your eyes to a few things, if you wanted. You're just out for my scalp!" "Mack, you're wrong," Brownlee said wearily. "I'm going to put it plain to you. I've known you ever since you first came to the Bootjack. I've never cottoned to you, I'll admit, but there's nothing personal about this affair. Folks have made me county health official, and I've a job to do. You know that. And you've been buying low-priced cattle and some of them have turned out to have tuberculosis. In spite of that, you've butchered some and sold the meat right here in Mannington. That's bad enough, but when you plan on putting in a packing plant and making a fat profit by spreading death and disease, I've got to stop you. And I will. Either you drop your scheme, or I'll tell the whole basin what kind of cattle I've found on your range!" "Why, Doc, any rancher's bound to have a sick cow once in a while. You know that as well as I do. You're making a mountain out of this." "Mack, you're wasting my time and yours." A silence, long and omnious. Then: "Doc, here's something for you to think about. After the word came that Packrat had escaped yesterday, I thought I saw Ma Hibbard hobbling out toward the edge of town. But when I got a good look, I knew confounded well it wasn't Ma. A wagon picked up that person. I got a few of my boys from the ranch and took out along the wagon road. I reckon maybe you know who was driving that wagon, Doc." Brownlee drew the fingers of his right hand across his forehead. "All my life men like you have disputed the passage with me, Mack. If you're trying intimidation, it won't work. Go tell the law about your blasted suspicions!" "And have Griffin blink at me The person who came stealing into the kitchen was that Levi-cled girl who'd driven the wagon for Purdy and later held forth on a cutbank with a six-shooter. She stood there bold as brass with a finger raised to her lips. "Hush, Ma!" she was saying. "I came back to get more grub. Mack Torgin saw us leave Mannington and gave us a run. The grub-back must have bounced out of the wagon. Packrat was mighty worked up about that. For a little fellow, he's the eatingest man you ever saw." Manning heard it all. Three quick strides, and he might have had his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Instead, he very quietly eased back up the corridor, a heady sense of triumph in him. Dr. Brownlee's office door was still ajar as he passed it, and Brownlee still sat at his desk, apparently deep in thought, his shoulders hunched, a vague figure in the gloom. Coming out of the hospital, Manning cast a quick look along the boardwalk. No sign of Torgin. Running toward the livery stable, he got his horse, doing his own saddling in a frenzy of impatience; and soon he led the mount around to the rear of the hospital. Lamplight now sprang from many windows, and the shoulderings hills were shapeless in the dusk. In the alley's depth, he waited in the deeper shadows, waited and watched... His vigil wasn't long, but it was just long enough to bring the sweat to his palms and put a fear into him that his quarry had escaped while he'd been fetching the horse. Then, when he was fighting a temptation to enter the hospital for another look, the girl Laura came from the building, toting two heavy sacks roped together. The darkness swallowed her; a horse stomped and began to move away. Instantly Manning was jogging his own mount. For a moment he thought he lost the girl, but she angled around the corner of a building to the street and was revealed in a splash of light, a trim figure riding bareback on one of the horses that had pulled the But the moonlit miles unreiring him into the tangled country of the north basin; now he gradually closed the tance between himself and the fearful that she might again hit him. And that was when he be aware that someone was on backtrail. At first he had only a whistle warning made more of him than reality. Once again he paused his ears cocked, and he caught faint ring of hoof against Laura, up ahead? He tried to orient the sound and grew vicious that it rose behind Someone taking his trac Laura? Or some lone cow returning to a basin ranch? There were no ranches this north. He guessed he was devising an edge to his nerves. When next he glimpsed La she'd come down off her horse was leading the animal, pick'd careful way westward through maze of rocks and trees. Then, denily她 vanished. He mo closer, anger growing in him, fear, and saw that she had enoula coulee so screened by brush he might easily have passed mouth. Tethering his own mote to a low bush, he grept after girl. The coulee began broaden out, and suddenly a dugout she ahead, a crude structure of walls built around a hole dug into the coulee. No light she from the dugout's one window good fifty yards of openness between Manning and the sagd door of the structure, but in moonlight she saw Laura apprieve dugout and heard the anhinges squall as she opened door. To the right of the duur stood a corral, its poles fallen usefulness ruined. To the left a big shed that had passed barn, and upon its side in pail letters large enough to be this distance was the legend: UNCLE SAM BET ME COULD STICK IT TO THREE YEARS. UNCLE SAM WON! by Frank V. Martinek MEANWHILE BADU HEROIN HEAD OF THE ASSASSIN'S IMPOSES A FEARFUL TASK! I MORPHOU, MUST EXECUTE IT! by Leonard Samsone LLOYD—THERE'S A WOMAN HERE TO SPEND A SECOND HONEYMOON—BUT SHE'S ALONE! bison bone, Daugherty said. Daugherty and Francis Riddle of the University of California were notified of the evidence in 1947 while they were on assignment for the Smithsonian Institute in exploring reservoir areas in advance of their coverage in Washington, Idaho and Montana. The camp was buried by wind erosion before exploration of the site could be started. Serious attempts to uncover it were not begun until 1951. Births BIRTHS ORANGE COUNTY St. Joseph Hospital, Orange DENEAU—Mr. and Mrs. Harold Leo, 546 Hill Ave., Fullerton, boy, 9 pounds, 2 ounces, Aug. 28. KURTZ—Mr. and Mrs. Mason, 514 S. Shelton, Santa Ana, boy, 6 pounds, 6½ ounces, Aug. 28. LECHUGA—Mr. and Mrs. Rudy, 413 Adams, Santa Ana, girl, 7 pounds, Aug. 28. NEWMAN—Mr. and Mrs. Donald R., 10842 Woodbury Rd., Garden Grove, boy, 7 pounds, 12½ ounces, Aug. 28. ORDUNA—Mr. and Mrs. Augustine E., 1834 W. Third, Santa Ana, girl, 8 pounds, 11 ounces, Aug. 28. PICKERING—Mr. and Mrs. William, 600 Hamilton, Costa Mess, boy, 5 pounds, 6 ounce, Aug. 28. STAGNER—Mr. and Mrs. Cecil W., 11071 Iris Dr., Garden Grove, girl, 8 pounds, 13½ ounces, Aug. 29. STUTSMAN—Mr. and Mrs. Walter A., 1852 S. E. San Juan, Santa Ana, girl, 8 pounds, 9 ounces, Aug. 28. Fullerton General Hospital HILL—Mr. and Mrs. Richard, 1853 W. Carol Dr., Fullerton, boy, Aug. 28. Santa Ana Community Hospital HURT—Mr. and Mrs. Edward, 2011 Maple, Costa Mesa, boy, 7 pounds, 1 ounce, Aug. 29. RUIZ—Mr. and Mrs. Gulivaldo, 578 N. Lemon, Orange, boy, 7 pounds, 8 ounces. St. Joseph Hospital, Orange FRANCIS—Mr. and Mrs. Samuel B., 14192 South B St., Tustin, boy, 8 pounds, 14½ ounces, Aug. 26. Orange County General Hospital ESPARZA—Mr. and Mrs. John, 211 Santa Fe St., Placentia, boy, 7 pounds, 4½ ounces, Aug. 26. Santa Ana Community Hospital PEARSON—Mr. and Mrs. Reynold, 14692 Monroe, Midway City, girl, 6 pounds, 7½ ounces, Aug. 27. REISBECK—Mr. and Mrs. Bob, 8171 Holt, Buena Park, boy, Aug. 27. Presbyterian Hospital, Newport Beach ZEIGER — Mr. and Mrs. James Morris, 616 Begonia, Corona Del Mar, boy, Aug. 28. Fullerton General Hospital DAVIS—Mr. and Mrs. James, 1201 E. Riverside, Fullerton, boy, Aug. 26. KOHLENBERGER—Mr. and Mrs. David, 112 N. Highland, Fullerton. WILLIE LITTLE MARY MIXUP WOODY WOODPECKER SUPERMAN But the moonlit miles unrealed, lugging him into the tangled country of the north basin; and he gradually closed the distance between himself and the girl, careful that she might again elude that was when he became aware that someone was on the trail. It first he had only a whispered ming made more of instinct in reality. Once again he paused, tears cocked, and he caught the ring of hoof against rock. Itra, up ahead? He tried hard to orient the sound and grew concerned that it rose behind him. Someone taking his trail or Laura's? Or some lone cowhand turning to a basin ranch? But there were no ranches this far. He guessed he was developed an edge to his nerves. When next he glimped Laura, and come down off her horse and leading the animal, picking a useful way westward through a zone of rocks and trees. Then, suddenly she vanished. He moved anger, anger growing in him, and saw that she had entered the coulee so screened by brush that might easily have passed its sixth. Tethering his own mount low bush, he crept after the coulee began broadening and suddenly a dugout showed up, a crude structure of logs built around a hole dug back the coulee. No light showed on the dugout's one window. A fifty yards of openness lay between Manning and the sagging of the structure, but in the sunlight he saw Laura approach dugout and heard the ancient trees squeal as she opened the door. To the right of the dugout and a corral, its poles fallen, itsfulness ruined. To the left was shed that had passed for a mile, and upon its side in painted large enough to be read at distance was the legend: UNCLE SAM BET ME I WOULDNT STICK IT OUT FREE YEARS. UNCLE SAM! (To Be Continued) PEARSON—Mr. and Mrs. Reynold, 14692 Monroe, Midway City, girl, 6 pounds, 7½ ounces, Aug. 27. REISBECK—Mr. and Mrs. Bob, 8171 Holt, Buena Park, boy, Aug. 27. PRESBYTERIAN Hospital, Newport Beach ZEIGER — Mr. and Mrs. James Morris, 616 Begonia, Corona Del Mar, boy, Aug. 28. Fullerton General Hospital DAVIS—Mr. and Mrs. James, 1201 E. Riverside, Fullerton, boy, Aug. 26. KOHLENBERGER—Mr. and Mrs. David, 112 N. Highland, Fullerton, boy, Aug. 27. SHAFER—Mr. and Mrs. Robert, 222 S. Brookhurst, Fullerton, boy, Aug. 27. Fullerton Cottage Hospital MOORE—Mr. and Mrs. John L., 8036 Whitaker, Buena Park, girl, 7 pounds, 15 ounces, Aug. 27. ORANGE COUNTY ALLAN—Mr. and Mrs. Robert E., 806 N. Flower, Santa Ana, boy, 6 pounds, Aug. 27. FREEMAN—Mr. and Mrs. Robert L., Box 553, 139 Enlad Dr., Placentia, girl, 8 pounds, 11½ ounces, Aug. 27. MOORE—Mr. and Mrs. James R., 202 W. 19th Santa Ana, boy, 7 pounds, 6½ ounces, Aug. 27. ORANGE COUNTY GENERAL HOSPITAL GONZALES—Mr. and Mrs. Paul, 10355 Cinco De Mayo, Santa Ana, girl 8 pounds, 6½ ounces, Aug. 27. OBESEN—Mr. and Mrs. Hans, Apt. 4,1687 Eustin ave., Costa Meas, boy, 8 pounds, 2 ounces, Aug. 28. PRESBYTERIAN HOSPITAL NEWPORT BEACH BEANE—Mr. and Mrs. Norman, 2154 Cliff Dr., Newport Beach, girl, Aug. 27. WINDER—Mr. and Mrs. Leariod 17101 Huntington Beach, Blvd., Huntington Beach, girl, Aug. 28. DISHONEST THIEF MOBRIDGE, S. D. — Officers here would like to get their hands on a "double-dealing" thief. They are looking for a man who stole a $65 set of stainless steel cooking utensils from a local cafe, sold the set to a tavern for $30, and then broke into the tavern and re-stole it. If It's News You'll See It In The Bulletin Tuesday, September 1, 1963 ANAHEIM (CaL) BULLETIN — 0 by Fred Meagher ...NOW PUSH THE CANOE AHEAD OF US! SSSH...DON'T SWIM OUT VETT! MAKE BELIEVE WE WENT DOWN WITH THE CANOE! by Carl Grubert I'M NOT WORRIED, SHELL NEVER BE THAT DEPRESERVATE FOR A HUSBAND! BESIDES, WHEN SHE DOES GET MARRIED, SHELL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO LEARN HOW TO KEEP HOUSE. WHILE HER YOUNG MAN IS OUT LEARNING HOW TO EARN MONEY TO BUY IT FOR HER! by McEvoy and Striebel MY! IT'S BEEN A LONG, HOT SUMMER, THOUGH! GOOD TO HAVE A LITTLE COOL WEATHER FOR A CHANGE! SCHOOL! THAT'S WHY SHE'S HAPPY! SCHOOL STARTS NEXT WEEK! by McEvoy and Striebel MY! IT'S BEEN A LONG, HOT SUMMER, THOUGH! GOOD TO HAVE A LITTLE COOL WEATHER FOR A CHANGE! SCHOOL! THAT'S WHY SHE'S HAPPY! SCHOOL STARTS NEXT WEEK! by R. M. Brinkerhoff COMING RIGHT UP HERE YOU ARE TUBBY WAITER COMING HERE'S TO OUR NEW NEIGHBOR, TED...MAY HE LIKE THE BOYS OF OUR TOWN AS MUCH AS HE DISLIKES GIRLS BOTTLES UP, FELLAS HOLLY COWTHANKS. HERE'S TO TED by Walter Lants WAIT...I'll GET A LITTLE PIECE OF MEAT FROM THE REFRIGERATOR! WATCH THIS! GIT UP SPOT! GIT UP, BOY! ARE! ARE! WHEN ARE YOU GOIN' TO TEACH HIM ANOTHER TRICK, WOODY! by Wayne Boring OH, EDGAR! HOW WILL WE EVER BREAK THE NEWS TO CHARLEY? I'll TAKE CARE OF HIM, HELEN— WITH THE AID OF MY TWO GENIES! HERE'S ONE OF THEM NOW...AND HERE'S CHARLEY, TOO! PRAY, WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE, MASTER? by Wayne Boring OH, EDGAR! HOW WILL WE EVER BREAK THE NEWS TO CHARLEY? I'LL TAKE CARE OF HIM, HELEN—WITH THE AID OF MY TWO GENIES! HERES ONE OF THEM NOW... AND HERE'S CHARLEY, TOO! PRAY, WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE, MASTER? by Ham Fisher IT SEEMS THEY BROKE UP WHEN JIM BOWEN, MODEL AGENCY TYCOON, AND DOOO MET... BUT WE UNDERSTAND SHE'S GIVEN BOWEN THE AIR AND WEDDING BELLS MAY RING... NA NA NA. GAVE ME THE AIR... LOOKS LIKE DOOO'S GIVING HER OWN PUBLICITY HAND-OUTS TO THE COLUMNS, ETC. WHAT A CONNIVING LITTLE WITCH SHE TURNED OUT TO BE? NOW ABOUT GIVING OUT THE TRUE STORY? by Leslie Charteris YOU'RE GETTING JUMPY, LOUIE. WHERE WOULDN'T BE SOMEONE THERE TWICE IN A ROW! IF THERE WAS SOMEONE, JOE YOU'VE MADE TOO MUCH NOISE FOR ME TO CATCH HIM NOW! LESLIE CHARTERS JOHN SPRANGER