anaheim-bulletin 1953-09-04

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— OKAY JANE, YOU WERE TELLING US...? HEY! SHE'S GONE! THAT WINDOW BACK THERE! DO YOU SPOSE... DIXIE DUGAN— YOU'RE RIGHT, SAINT, I CAN'T ARGUE WITH YOU AS WELL AS MYSELF! IF MY BROTHER'SGUILTY, HE HAS TO TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES, AND IM GUILTY MYSELF IF I HELP JOE NEWO COMMIT ANOTHER CRIME! GOOD GIRL! NOW, WHAT IS THIS PLOT THAT JOE'S HATCHING? Legion Winds Up 35th Annual Convention ST. LOUIS (UP)—The American Legion, its 35th annual convention completed, was pledged today to carry on campaigns for strong military forces, adoption of universal military training and "rooting out" subversives in government. Pro - Eisenhower - Legionnaires managed to head off open critic- Births ORANGE COUNTY St. Joseph Hospital, Orange FRIEDEMANN — Mr. and Mrs. Richard John, 184 E. Glassell, Orange girl, 8 pounds, 2½ ounces, Sept. 2. HERRERA—Mr. and Mrs. Salvador, Box 212, Atwood girl, 6 pounds, 8½ ounces, Sept. 2. KELLEY—Mr. and Mrs. Cecil M., 11751 Sugar Ave., Santa Ana, girl, 7 pounds, 14½ ounces, Sept. 115 44th St., Newport Beach Sept. 2. WALTERS—Mr. and Mrs. E.J., 1976 Anaheim Ave., Messa boy, Sept. 2. Fullerton Cottage Hospital QUINARD—Mr. and Mrs. C. 7786 E. 11th, Buena Park 8 pounds, 8 ounces, Sept. WILSON—Mr. and Mrs. Robe 1634 W. Ash, Fullerton, 8 pounds, 3 ounces, Sept. 2. At Anaheim Hospital Legion Winds Up 35th Annual Convention ST. LOUIS (UP)—The American Legion, its 35th annual convention completed, was pledged today to carry on campaigns for strong military forces, adoption of universal military training and "rooting out" subversives in government. Pro-Elsenhower Legionnaires managed to head off open criticism of the President's judgment by more than five billion dollars. Arthur J. Connell of Middletown, Conn., the newly elected national commander, said in his acceptance speech yesterday that the Legion is "determined our nation shall remain strong and alert in the face of the current Communist threat." Births ORANGE COUNTY St. Joseph Hospital, Orange FRIEDEMANN — Mr. and Mrs. Richard John, 184 E. Glassell, girl, 8 pounds, 2½ ounces, Sept. 2. HERRERA — Mr. and Mrs. Salvador, Box 215, Atwood, girl, 6 pounds, 8½ ounces, Sept. 2. KELLEY — Mr. and Mrs. Cecil M., 11751 Sugar Ave., Santa Ana, girl, 7 pounds, 14½ ounces, Sept. 2. RAMIREZ — Mr. and Mrs. Encarnacion, 115 E. Ash, Fullerton, boy, 8 pounds, 13 ounces, Sept. 3. Orange County General Hospital YANEZ — Mr. and Mrs. Louis, 202½ Walnut, Placentia, girl, 6 pounds, 8 ounces, Sept. 2. Presbyterian Hospital Newport Beach CLAY — Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Jr., GHOSTLY HOOFBEATS by Norman A. Fox SYNOPSIS Packrat Purdy arranges had opened up once more the case of the Pioneer Bandit and sent Cole Manning galloping into the Bootjack country. He hoped now to bring to justice the blighted village of Walla Walla Fargo cargar, who had slapped him with trious fathers, the late Sheriff Flint Manning, years before. But on reaching his destination Coile learns from the Fortress and His killer companion Gal that old Purdy had hit the jail and sided by a girl and wagon, was at large now, a bounty on his head. Griffin, the present sheriff explains to Manning that eccentric old Pegulim is not impugned to the hed; he merely been held for questioning when some of the long lost foot turned up near his home. Listening in on a conversation at the local hospital, Cole disbelieving it attempting blackmail its founder, the venerable and highly esteemed Dr. Brownlee. He further learns that the girl who had alided Purdy in his escape is Dr. Drew Ruxton, a nurse-patient Laura. Out on the trail Ms. Slade Ruxton meets Slade Ruxton, a nurse-patient whose aim is to collect the Walla Fargo "reward." Meantime the killer Cole Manning has left the late Sheriff Manning who had caused Gal to serve a long prison term. Now he means to seek revenge. CHAPTER TWELVE NURSING this hatred of Flint Manning, Gal crushed out his cigarette and thumbed it into the ground, feeling that wild, reckless anger rise again. He fought it down with an effort, not helping himself much by letting his mind back to that day in the prison library when he'd read the newspaper accounts of Flint Manning's passing. Column after column they'd had about Manning, full of fine phrases like "... died for his country and the glory of his flag," even though Manning had turned up his toes in some part holes of his feet. Manning—aged twenty-eight—was on route to the Hootjack, and that was where a man could find him. So trusty Texas Joe Bridger, alias Gal, had walked away from Deer lodge penitentiary. By early afternoon Gal was feeling frustrated and weary and much hungrier than before, but still he persisted, riding almostly. The bigness of the Bootjack was a scary thing; he was too used to confining walls; and the bigness might keep him forever from Cole Manning. This thought haunted him. He tried putting himself in Manning's place and thinking as he supposed Manning would think; and he judged that if Manning's search were as futile as his own, he probably turned south to the town. Gal had made a great point of not showing himself in town, mindful that there was a cell waiting in Deer lodge. He was tempted now, but he was not such a wild man as to be an unwary one. He could wait. So thinking, he suddenly stiffened to alertness, for he heard someone riding nearby. He was in a stand of aspen part way up the west slope and from here he could look down upon a stretch of fairly open country. The horsebacker came into view, and disappointment was like a hard blow to Gal's stomach, for she was Laura Brownlee riding bareback on one of the horses that had pulled the wagon yesterday. into the coulee. A shallow crubble bubbled in its bottom, and throttled the fringing willows he caught glimpse of movement. He drew gun as he stole closer, then put away, knowing he wouldn't need it. A man was down on his knees beside the creek, filling a battleship rusty bucket. Gal had had no more than a fleeting glimpse of Packrat Purdy yesterday, but he knew it now. Stripped of Ma Hilbah dress, Purdy proved to be a sholder with a shaggy mop of hair and a simple face. A useless-looking man, Purdy; it was funny, off, to think of his being valued to anybody. He was so intent to fill the bucket that he was aware of Gal's presence till said softly, "Howdy, Purdy." Along we're going to Slash T., and me." And only by Purdy alarmed face could he tell how deadly his voice must have sounded. In the silence following Shirton's departure, Cole Manning stood in the lantern-lighted dugout first shock of disappointment finding Packrat Purdy gone. Away you looked at it, another had dead-ended Rubton's quick capture of the fact and his hissing away to pick up the soil hope. Laura wasn't lying. Manning glanced at her ageney and seeing the defeat in her face and the weariness, suddenly sorry for her. He told him NURSING this hatred of Flint Manning, Gal crushed out his cigarette and thumbed it into the ground, feeling that wild, reckless anger arise again. He fought it down with an effort, not helping himself much by letting his mind hark back to that day in the prison library when he'd read the newspaper accounts of Flint Manning's passing. Column after column they had about Manning, full of fine phrases like "... died for his country and the glory of his flag," even though Manning had turned up his toes in some pest-hole of a camp in Georgia. They'd gone back to his trail-town days to dig up every bit of his record, and they'd splashed it on with a broad brush. There'd even been a paragraph about Gal at the very end, Gal had read it enough times so that he could have recited it abw: Though Manning had retired as a law officer when he moved with his family to the Mariax country in 1892 and took up the peaceful pursuits of a rancher, he was once again called upon to assume the role of manhunter. An outbreak of rustling in the vicinity culminated in the murder of a stockman in 1894, and Manning was invited to join the posse. He elected to work alone and, singlehanded, captured Joe Bridger, youthful rustler who had recently come from Texas. Bridger was convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment in Deer lodge, where he is still serving time. Again, later it was the newspapers that came into the prison that really set Gal off again. There'd been that journalististic hulabaloo about an old holdup case in the Bootjack country coming to life again, and there it was in black and white how Cole Manning was stepping into his father's boots to take a try at succeeding where Flint Manning had failed. Gal had read it all. The holdup hadn't interested him. It had happened before he'd even come to Montana, and the satisfaction he'd got came from knowing that Flint Manning had once failed. Not that he couldn't have told the papers a few things about the great Flint Manning that would have opened people's eyes, only the papers aren't printing the mouthings of the interesting thing to Gal. Herman A. Fox, Distributed by King Features Syndicate. by Frank V. Martinek SHE'S GONE! THAT WINDOW BACK THERE! DO YOU POSE? THERE! LOOK!--UP THOSE STAIRS! by Leonard Samione GOOD GIRL! NOW, WHAT IS THIS PLOT THAT JOE'S HATCHING? THAT'S THE TROUBLE-- I DON'T KNOW! 15 44th St., Newport Beach, girl, sept. 2. ALTERS—Mr. and Mrs. Edward ,, 1976 Anaheim Ave., Costa Mesa, boy, Sept. 2. Fallerton Cottage Hospital MINARD—Mr. and Mrs. Calvin, 1786 E. 11th, Buena Park, girl, pounds, 8 ounces, Sept. 2. LSON—Mr. and Mrs. Robert W. , 634 W. Ash, Fullerton, boy, 8 pounds, 3 ounces, Sept. 2. At Anaheim Hospital Freed POW Saw Many Russians FREEDOM VILLAGE, Korea (UP)—A Sabre jet pilot captured by the Reds said today he was questioned during his imprisonment by North Koreans who asked questions written by the Rus- Freed POW Saw Many Russians FREEDOM VILLAGE, Korea (UP)—A Sabre jet pilot captured by the Reds said today he was questioned during his imprisonment by North Koreans who asked questions written by the Russians. 1st Lt. Michael E. De Armond of Santa Monica, Calif., said he saw "Russians all over the place" while he was a prisoner. De Armond was released at Panmunjom yesterday. He was shot down by a MIG-15 in January, 1952. "I was taken to Sinanju prison and saw Russians all along the way," he said. "At Sinanju there was a truckload of high ranking Russian officers and I asked the Koreans if they were Russians. They said 'yes, they are our advisors.'" "There were Russians all over the place. Crews of them were playing volleyball near Ack-Ack guns. They wore brown and we were told they were the gun crews." De Armond said in interrogation was by the North Koreans. "One day I accidentally walked into the wrong interrogating room and there was this big Russian officer writing down questions and the Koreans were bringing them into me. The interrogation was pretty good too. The questions were such that you knew they knew a lot about us." De Armond said they were particularly interested in the radar gun sighting and added that the Koreans paid no heed to the Geneva Convention rules for treatment of war prisoners. "I asked them about it one time," he said, "and they told me 'that does not apply here.'" De Armond said he did not think the Communists had ever captured a Sabrejet but that they were flying F80s and F64s. Wife of Gen. Dean Elated About Release MONTEREY, Calif. — News that Maj. Gen. William F. Dean had been released after more than three years of Communist imprisonment hit his wife "like a bomb-shell," their daughter said today. Mrs. Robert G. Williams said her mother "used every superlative in the book" to describe her joy. Wife of Gen. Dean Elated About Release MONTEREY, Calif. — News that Maj. Gen. William F. Dean had been released after more than three years of Communist imprisonment hit his wife "like a bomb-shell," their daughter said today. Mrs. Robert C. Williams said her mother "used every superlative in the book" to describe her joy. "She said she was elated, overjoyed, overwhelmed ... Oh, she just used every superlative in the book," Mrs. Williams said. "I told her dad was released and she didn't believe me at first," the daughter said. "Then she just went all to pieces." "I didn't even get a chance to tell her the details because she wouldn't quit talking." Mrs. Williams was the first to break the dramatic news to her mother, who was driving here from her home at Berkeley, when the general reached freedom at Panmunjom. Mrs. Dean had planned to spend the weekend with her daughter here to await the release. After she got over the initial shook, Mrs. Dean told her daughter she was "utterly exhausted" and would not be able to talk to newsmen or pose for pictures. "What I need is eight hours sleep right now," Mrs. Dean said. There's No Substitute for Paid Circulation. WARMAHL Floor & Forced Air FURNACES Installation & Service BARNEY BAGDON Phone Anaheim 7703 Friday, September 4, 1963 ANAHEIM (CaL) BULLETIN — by Fred Meagher LET HIM GO, TALL BEAR HE'S UNARMED! BLUE BIRD HAS FOUND SALLY! LET'S GO! IF HE'S UNARMED, TALL BEAR BE UNARMED. TOO! I'LL KILL HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS! HUMPH! IT'S THE INJUN IN HIM, I GUESS... FIGURIN' THAT A FIGHT'S THE ONLY WAY TO SATISFY A GRUDGE! STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE! OKAY PUT THEM ON THE KITCHEN TABLE! THANKS, PAL! COMES OVER TO MY HOUSE... I HAVE LOTS OF BOOKS! WHAT KIND? BANK BOOKS! RICH KID! by McEvoy and Striebel COME OVER TO MY HOUSE... I HAVE LOTS OF BOOKS! WHAT KIND? BANK BOOKS! RICH KID! I HOPE THERE ARE BOME FOLKS AROUND TO SEE A LOT OF BOYS COMING TO SEE ME AT ONCE MARY! COME ON DOWN! THEY WENT ON BY THEY'RE GOING IN TO SEE TED LISTEN I BAKED THIS PIE! IT'S BLACKBERRY! BLUEBERRY! SPLAT! I KNEW I WAS RIGHT! WOODY'S BAKERY by Wayne Boring AND I DON'T NEED ANY GENIES FROM A BOTTLE TO HELP ME EITHER! IF THEY EVER ACTUALLY EXISTED-- WHICH I'M BEGINNING 'TO DOUBT... YOU SEE, BOYS... EDGAR WOULD HAVE REMAINED A WEAKLING IF YOU HAD KEPT AIDING HIM AND FIGHTING HIS BATTLES FOR HIM! NOW HE CAN STAND ON HIS OWN TWO FEET! BUT THAT DOESN'T SOLVE THE PROBLEM OF YOU TWO YOUNG IMPS! AND I DON'T NEED ANY GENIES FROM A BOTTLE TO HELP ME EITHER! IF THEY EVER ACTUALLY EXISTED—WHICH IM BEGINNING TO DOUBT… YOU SEE, BOYS... EDGAR WOULD HAVE REMAINED A WEAKLING IF YOU HAD KEPT AIDING HIM AND FIGHTING HIS BATTLES FOR HIM! NOW HE CAN STAND ON HIS OWN TWO FEET! BUT THAT DOESN'T SOLVE THE PROBLEM OF YOU TWO YOUNG IMPS! A GOOD DESCRIPTION OF HER IS, SHE'S THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF YOU — SHE'S A KIND, SWEET, LONELY LADY. GET ME A MRS. G ALLIN AT 'LOVE'S INN! PLEASE MRE ALLUN—PF MIGHTY GENEROUS OF YOU BUT I'M AFRAID YOU'RE TOO LATE — THAT'S RIGHT — I'M TAKING OVER THIS MONEY WAS DUE A WEEK AGO! OKAY! I GIT DUMBER ALL TH' TIME...THINK I WAS GONNA AST VA TO...NEVER MIND...THERE...THERE'S FARE! GO HOME! W- WHY, IT'S A HUNDRED DOLLAR DILL...SEE...WHY, AFTER THE CAB FARE THATLL LEAVE ME ENOUGH FOR - DRESS...SEE, THANKS! THAT AN'T CAB FARE! ITS RAIL ROAD FARE TWELKEE-BARRE? VER GOINA NEED IT, KID, BLONG... AN'T THIS IS FINAL! WHY, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? DARN! I WENT AN RUINED A GOOD THING!