anaheim-bulletin 1953-10-12

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— I HOPE I CAN CATCH THIS! BADU I JUST CAME FROM THE DESERT, ARAM HAS ARRANGED TO BLOW UP THE PIPE LINE! GOOD! THAT'S GOOD! DEXIE DUGAN— WELL — WHAT DO WE DO NOW? WE SHOULD HAND HER OVER TO THE PROPER AUTHORITIES— BUT YOU CAN'T! THAT'S RIGHT! -NEITHER CAN YOU! -NOT YET AT ANY RATE— -BESIDES IT'S WAY PAST HER BEDTIME! -COME ON, LITTLE PAN! YOU'RE GOING HOME WITH ME! VIRGIL— WHAT ARE YOU YOU BEING PUNISHED FOR? NOTHIN'! NOTHIN' I CAN EVEN REMEMBER DONNEE CAN'T REMEMBER WHY HE'S BEING PUNISHED? THIS MORNING HE BROKE A LAMP. SPILLED INK ON THE LIVING ROOM RUS- CRACKED TWO WINDOWS AND CUT A HOLE IN MY LACE TABLE CLOTH MICKEY FINN— WANDERSLITT AND HIS PARTNER TIED DRIPP AND THE SHERIFF? IS THAT WHY EVERONE IS GOING OVER TO THE FIRST TEE? YES! THEY'RE GOING TO PLAY IT OFF RIGHT NOW-A "SIDDEN DEATH" MATCH! THE FIRST TEAM TO TAKE A HOLE WILL BE THE WINNER! T-THEN IF WE LOSE THE FIRST HOLE, IT'S ALL OVER? THAT'S IT, PHIL! SO WE CAN'T AFFORD TO MAKE ANY MISTAKES NOW! PHIL! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WE HAVE TO START AT ONCE — IT'LL SOON BE DARK! ALFRED— BARR JONES M.D. I ASSURE YOU, ALFRED, BEHIND WITH MY PATTERN AWAY TIME LESLIE SHANE— IT'S NO NIGHTMARE LESLEY—THE LONG RAINS OF RUMENZORI ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR A BELT OF GIANT PLANTS 12,000 FEET UP AND THEN...? THEN ROCKS, MOSS AND—THE ETERNAL SNOWLINE IT'S NO NIGHTMARE LESLEY—THE LONG RAINS OF RUWENZORI ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR A BELT OF GIANT PLANTS 12,000 FEET UP AND THEN...? THEN ROCKS, MOSS AND — THE ETERNAL SNOWLINE RIVETS— 10-12 RED RYDER— AFTER WOUNDING RED RYDER AND ALLOWING HIM TO ESCAPE, BANGS DURFEE WAS KICKED BY A BURRO WHILE ATTEPTING TO PACK HIS GIOLETN SILVER HE'S OUT COLD! OH, NO... HE'S DEAD! I MUST BURY HIM QUICK! NOW I'M ALL ALONE WITH 200,000 DOLLARS WOR OF STOLEN SILVER by Frank V. Martinek GOOD! THA'ASS GOOD! PLEASE ATTEND SIRE, ARAM, ASKS YOUR ORDER- THE ZERO HOUR! EH? ZERO--? OH, TELL HIM-- LOW TWELVE! BUFFALO BILL— BUFFALO BILL AND HIS FRIENDS HAVE TIED UP THE SOOK MEDICINE MAN AND HIS GUARD AND ARE NOW ATTEMPTING AN ESCAPE: YOU SURE DO KNOW YOUR WAY OUT...WE DIDN'T TRIP A SINGLE DEATH TRAP! BUT NOW WE MUST BE CARE-FUL OF WAR PARTIES! by Leonard Samsome BESIDES IT'S WAY PAST HER BEDTIME! COME ON, LITTLE PAAN YOU ARE GOING HOME WITH ME! BUT WHAT ABOUT THAT TELEVISION PICTURE?? AM I "IN" OR NOT? THE BERRYS— YOU'LL NEVER MAKE THE 8:15! IF MY TIMING IS RIGHT, ILL MAKE IT RIGHT ON THE NOSE-GBYE! by Len Kleis THIS MORNING HE BROKE A LAMP, SPILLED INK ON THE LIVING ROOM RUS-CRACKED TWO WINDOWS AND CUT A HOLE IN MY LACE TABLE CLOTH. PARENTS HAVE MEMORIES LIKE ELEPHANTS. WILLIE— THE LIVING ROOM RUSS-CRACKED TWO WINDOWS AND CUT A HOLE IN MY LACE TABLE CLOTH THIS MORNING ELEPHANTS by Lank Leonard PHIL! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WE HAVE TO START AT ONCE — IT'LL SOON BE DARK! I-I'll be back in a minute! W-WHERE'S LOVE? HE WENT HOME! by Carl Ryman LITTLE MARY MIXUP— I GOT MY LESSONS DOWN COLD, ELMER YOU WON'T HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME AFTER SCHOOL OKAY--THEN ILL MEET YOUR RIGHT HERE WOODY WOODPECKER— I ASSURE YOU, ALFRED, I AM NOT GETTING BEHIND WITH MY PATIENTS BECAUSE I PRITTER AWAY TIME TESTING CIGARETTES! by Oliver Passingham THEN ROCKS, MOSS AND THE ETERNAL SNOWLINE SOUNDS GRIM / WHERE'S PULIN GONE? SOME BOTANIST TO DESERT THIS FANTASTIC GROWTH. THERE ARE NO HOUSES AND WIVER THERE IT'LL BE SAFE TO HIT THE BALL THAT WAY, SPINTER! 10-12-53 SUPERMAN— I GOT AWAY WITH THE JEWELS --RIGHT FROM UNDER SUPERMAN'S NOSE / BUT ... WHERE DID THOSE AMAZING KIDS AND THEIR JETSHIP TAKE ME? I've never this be tu then aga THEN ROCKS, MOSS AND THE ETERNAL SNOWLINE SOUNDS GRIM WHERE'S DULIN GONE? SOME BOTANIST TO DESERT THIS FANTASTIC GROWTH. by George Sixta by Fred Harman I MUST DURY HIM QUICK NOW I'M ALL ALONE WITH 200,000 DOLLARS NORTH OF STOLEN SILVER! SHE'S IN A TOUCH SPOT NOW BUT SO AM I WITH THIS WOUNDED LEG. I GOT TO GET FOOD BEFORE I PASS OUT AGAIN! I GOT AWAY WITH THE JEWELS--RIGHT FROM UNDER SUPERMAN'S NOSE BUT... WHERE DID THOSE AMAZING KIDS AND THEIR JETSHIP TAKE ME? JOE PALOOKA— SO YA HAD A DATE WIT KNOBBY! FINE THING...I SPOSE YA FELL FER 'M'...AN' IS BIG TALK...I THOT YA WAS MY GOIL? ALL I AST YA OUTA HIS DEP THAT'S ALL Y HE'S A BALD BALL...HAW-H HE'S HAPPY THE SAINT— WE ARE GOING TO BARBADOS, BUT BY WAY OF ANTILLA EVEN IF THAT IS NOT THE DIRECT ROUTE, THOSE ARE MY ORDERS, CAPTAIN! Monday, October 18, 1953. ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — by Fred Meagher HORSE-FACE START TO FEEL GOOD! FREE! NO MORE SQUAWKS WITH MEAN TEMPERERS! NO MORE YAPPIN' KIDS! YAAA-HOO!!! HORSE-FACE, BE QUIET! WE'RE BEING SPIED ON! A WAR PARTY/QUICK HELP ME TO GET SALLY AND THE PAPOOSE TO COVER! HURRY, JACKIE/OPEN THE DOOR, HERE I COME! BAM! YOU SCARED ME, I DIDN'T KNOW WHICH DOOR YOU MEANT! WELL I DIDN'T MEAN THE CLOSET DOOR! GOODNIGHT, WILLIE! by Carl Grubert by McEvoy and Striebel by R. M. Brinkerhoff WELL, MARY IS DOING BETTER--BUT THIS ISN'T RIGHT YET I'll HAVE TO CATCH HER BEFORE SHE GETS AWAY MARY--THIS ISN'T RIGHT YET--YOU'LL STAY AND DO IT OVER EAST HIGH HOOL GOOD BYE THERE ARE NO HOUSES AND WINDOWS OVER THERE... CRASH! WALLY'S TV SERVICE (FREE DELIVERY) by Wayne Boring I've never been to Turkey... Could this be Turkey? It could be... but then again -- how would I know? A MOON SHAPED LIKE A FAT CIGAR-- WITH THREE RINGS AROUND IT! (GULP!) THEY CAN'T HAVE THAT IN TURKEY! JUMPING JEHOSOPHAT! WHERE AM I? by Wayne Boring I'VE NEVER BEEN TO TURKEY... COULD THIS BE TURKEY? IT COULD BE... BUT THEN AGAIN -- HOW WOULD I KNOW? A MOON SHAPED LIKE A FAT CIGAR--WITH THREE RINGS AROUND IT! (GULP!) THEY CAN'T HAVE THAT IN TURKEY! JUMPING JEHOSOPHAT! WHERE AM I? ALL I AST YA TDO WAS GIT 'M OUTA HIS DEPRESSHUN... MUH... THAT'S ALL YA DONE...YA THINK HE'S A BALD-HEADED CORN-BALL...HAW-HAW... ANYWAY HE'S HAPPY... HEY, WOTSAMATTER... I THOT YA WAS OUTA YER DEPRESHUN... BAH... GO GIT YERSELF SOME-PLACE ELSE TLIVE. YER EVICTED... YA CRUM! by Leslie Charteris E GOING TO DOS, BUT BY ANTILLA! THAT IS NOT ECT ROUTE, SE ARE MY CAPTAIN! AYE, AYE--MA'AM! NOW I KNOW THERE'S SOMETHING SCREWY ABOUT THIS! BECAUSE THE GAL HAS A WHIM, DON? AND SO THE BLUE HERON SETS OUT-- TO A STRANGE RENDEZVOUS! LESLIE CHARTERS JOHN TRANGER