anaheim-bulletin 1953-09-19

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— CORROSIVE CHEMICALS INJECTED INTO THE OIL PIPE LINE -- YES! THAT IDEA IS GOOD, ARAM! MOUNT YOUR CAMEL AND LEAVE AT ONCE! VICTORY IS SURE! DEFEAT FOR THE FOREIGNERS! DIXIE DUGAN— SHE'S LEAVING US — OH NO! YES, MISS DUGAN, MY PLACE IS WITH MY HUSBAND — VIRGIL— VIRGLE—IF YOU'RE Tired, GO TO BED! IF YOU'RE GOING TO EAT— MICKEY FINN— A BIRDIE ON THE TENTH, A PAR ON THE ELEVENTH, AND HE'S PROBABLY GON'T TO PAR THIS ONE! IT'S UNCANNY, 'HOULIHAN! IT'S LUCK! PURE DUMP, UNADULTERATED LOCK! AH--HE HOOKED IT! IT'S GOIN' WAY OVER TO THE LEFT! IT'LL PROBABLY HIT A ROCK AND BOUNCE ONTO THE GREEN! THERE ARE NO ROCKS WHERE THAT'S GOING - IT'S AN OLD SWAMP! IT'LL LAND IN MUD AND BE BURied! LESLIE SHANE— BEEN A SOLDIER, EH, TOMMY / IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL ME? I'M GLAD TO MEET YOU ANYWAY AND QUITE A SOLDIER, BY THE LOOK OF IT. V.C., D.F.C., M.A.M., CROIX DE GUERRE AND THE PURPLE HEART! YOU'VE BEEN AROUND. RIVETS— RIVETS— ALFRED— U.S. NAVAL BASE Coral Reyes © 9-19 1934 McClure Newspaper Syndicate ALFRED IS REFUSING TODAY — HE SAYS H FOR HAVING BEEN RED RYDER— THAT'S TOUGH IF YOU CAN'T GET THAT @ 200,000 IN SILVER TO DURANGO, GANS! IT WILL MEAN MY JOB, BUT IT WILL TAKE MONTH TO REPAIR THE RAILROAD BED AFTER THAT BLAST! BOBS, I'LL RIDE TO DURANGO AND GET LILLIE WITH HER BURRO PACK TRAIN. THAT'S A GOOD IDEA! by Frank V. Martinek MEANWHILE YOU WILL GO TO COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE. MY AGENT REPORTS THE MAN HAS BEEN CALLED THERE FOR CONSULTATION. YOU ARE TO ASSASSINATE YENBAS! by Leonard Samsome YES, MISS DUGAN, MY PLACE IS WITH MY HUSBAND— DON'T YOU AGREE?? QUITE!! by Len Klee SIT UP BUFFALO BILL— SHELL NEED PLENTY MORE WARMTH AND REST! COME ON,TALL BE HORSE-FACE DO THE BERRYS— IS THAT YOU, PETER? YUP! WHAT DID THE DOCTOR SAY? THAT VERY CON WILLIE— SIT UP by Lank Leonard LITTLE MARY MIXUP— TONY—THESE ARE SCHOOL IDES WHO READ OUR SCHOOL PAPER ADS AND ALL CHOCOLATE MALTED, PLEASE WOODY WOODPECKER— BIG FELLOW, TOMMY. VERY BRAVE/ WIN ALL ONE TIME. BY GEORGE Sixta SUPERMAN— NOW—IF SUPERMAN WANTS TO SAVE HIS LITTLE PALS—HE'LL HAVE TO SURRENDER TO US! SUPERMAN—SURRENDER? by George Sixta by Carl Ryman ALFRED IS REFUSING TO SALUTE CAPTAIN KLOTZ TODAY—HE SAYS HE'S TEACHING HIM A LESSON FOR HAVING BEEN SO CROSS WITH HIM YESTERDAY! by Fred Harman RIDE AND HER RAIN! THAT'S A GOOD IDEA! NO DANGER—ILL NEED YOU HERE! THEN I'LL GO! I WAS HOPING FOR THAT! SUPERMAN— NOW—IF SUPERMAN WANTS TO SAVE HIS LITTLE PALS—HE'LL HAVE TO SURRENDER TO US! SUPERMAN—SURRENDER? SURE! THINK OF IN OUR NOTHING JOE PALOOKA— CMON, CHILDREN, TH'JUDGE'S WAITIN' NOW DON'T BE NERVOUS, SON. OH, NO! THE SAINT— THAT'S A GOOD BOY, SAINT! KEEP GOING DON'T FOLLOW YOUR GUN LOADED Saturday, Sept. 19, 1953 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — 7 by Fred Meagher COME ON,TALL BEAR...INVITE HORSE-FACE DOWN TO HAVE A HOT MEAL WITH US! WHAT! SHARE MEAT WITH A DIRTY DOG WHO TRIED TO TAKE MY SQUAW FOR HIS OWN! SOUX CHIEF'S MAKE HORSE-FACE COME HERE! ME GOT TOO MANY SQUAWS ALREADY!!... SQUAWS FIGHT ALL TIME! HORSE-FACE HAVE TO LEAVE TEPEE TO HAVE PEACE! ME LONELY! by Carl Grubert WHAT DID THE DOCTOR SAY? THAT I'M IN A VERY RUN DOWN CONDITION! I TOLD him that this is my busy season--GOLF AND BOWLING OVERLAAP. THEN WHAT? HE SUGGESTED THAT I LAY OFF GOLF AND GET IN A GOOD DAY AT THE OFFICE NOW AND THEN! by McEvoy and Striebel IT'S GONNA BE A LONG WEEK END! by McEvoy and Striebel IT'S GONNA BE A LONG WEEK END! QUICK-DRIVING CEMENT by R. M. Brinkerhoff THAT'S A GOOD THAT IS A GOOD CHOCOLATE MALTED, PLEASE Y'SEE, TONY-- YOU DIDN'T HAVE AN AD IN OUR SCHOOL PAPER- SO THE KIDS HERE DIDN'T KNOW HOW GOOD YOUR SODAS ARE--- G'BYE. G'BYE TONY-NICE SODA-G'BYE-G'BYE NOW WAIT!- WHAT ABOUT THIS-A AD -- AND WHAT-A IS THE A SCHOOL-A PAPER? by Walter Lans WOODY WOODPECKER by Wayne Boring SURE! HE'LL HAVE NO CHOICE. THINK OF IT, BOYS. WITH SUPERMAN IN OUR POWER, THERE'LL BE NOTHING WE CAN'T DO! NOTHING! SO THESE ESCAPED CONVICTS ALREADY HAVE ME WORKING AS THEIR SLAVE; WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT! by Wayne Boring SURE! HE'LL HAVE NO CHOICE! THINK OF IT, BOYS! WITH SUPERMAN IN OUR POWER, THERE'LL BE NOTHING WE CAN'T DO! NOTHING! SO THESE ESCAPED CONVicts ALREADY HAVE ME WORKING AS THEIR SLAVE; WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT! by Ham Fisher OH, NO? EASY, SON... DON'T BE NERVUSS, CHOLLY. HEE HEE. H'LO, FELLAS... UH, THIS IS MY CHARLEY. by Leslie Charteris KEEP GOING--AND DON'T FORGET YOUR GUN ISN'T LOADED! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH HIM? WHERE DID HE GO? HE GOT RIGHT IN THE CAR AND DROVE OFF! AND HE TOOK THE REAL JEWELS!