anaheim-bulletin 1953-10-15

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— HELL NOTICE ME ANY MINUTE NOW! SOMEONE FOLLOWS ME! WHO? HIS ROBE HIDES HIS FACE! DIXIE DUGAN— HER MOTHER FULLY EXPECTED YOU TO GIVE HER THE PART IN YOUR T.V. PICTURE, RATHER THAN HAVE HER ON YOUR HANDS FOR KEEPS. NEWS FOR HER—NO SOAP! NOW THAT YOU'VE REFUSED THE GAG'S OVER—and HOME SHE GOES WHERE IS IT, 'LITTLE PAM?' I'LL SHOW YOU— WE FLOP AGAIN—WHY, OH WHY WAS BORN INTO SHOW BUSINESS—? VIRGIL— HEY, KIDS! LET'S NOT PLAY THAT—LET'S PLAY INDIANS HEY-VIRGIL'N' MARGIE--LET'S PLAY INDIANS HEY, KIDS! LETS NOT PLAY THAT - LET'S PLAY INDIANS HEY-VIRGIL'N' MARGIE...LET'S PLAY INDIANS MICKEY FINN— OR, ON! HE PULLED IT, MICKEY! YEAH! IT'S EITHER GOING TO BE IN THAT POND OR RIGHT ON THE EDGE! GEEE - I GUESS THIS LUCK HAS FINALLY RUN OUT! THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO HIT IT, SHERIFF! ARE YOU GOOD AT KEEPING YOUR BALANCE? ALFRED— MEN'S FURNISHINGS ALFRED NEEDS WAITING UNTIL LESLIE SHANE— WE'LL PITCH CAMP HERE TO-NIGHT. AND TO-MORROW WE FIND OUT WHERE THAT SMOKE CAME FROM. DON'T BUILD YOUR HOPES TOO HIGH ON FINDING ROGER KILMADDON, LESLEY. LESLIE SHANE— WE'LL PITCH CAMP HERE TO-NIGHT. AND TO-MORROW WE FIND OUT WHERE THAT SMOKE CAME FROM. DON'T BUILD YOUR HOPES TOO HIGH ON FINDING ROGER KILMADDON, LESLEY. RIVETS— 10-15 RED RYDER— SIKTY YARDS TET TO GO MEBBE SHE WON'T SEE ME! RYDER! YOU MUST BE IN THERE! BANGS IS DEAD COME OUT I'LL HELP YOU! by Frank V. Martinek NOW I FIND OUT! JAMY JONES 10-15 BUFFALO BILL— IF YOU RUN AWAY, WHO'S GONNA FEED AND PROTECT 'EM! LET MEDKINE MAKE HORSE-FATHER MARRY SO MANY SOUAWS! by Leonard Samsome WE FLOP AGAIN—(SIGH)~ WHY, OH WHY WAS I BORN INTO SHOW BUSINESS—? THE BERRYS— SO LONG, DEAR! I SHOULD BE AT THE BOWLING ALLEY RIGHT NOW! AREN'T YOU GOING TO KISS ME GOODBYE? by Len Kleis. OH WELLIF THEYRE GONNA PLAY HOUSE I'll GO OVER TO TOMMY'S WILLIE— WHAT A LOVELY DRESS, MOTHER? ...AND YOUR HAIR EVER HAVE YOU D WITH IT? IT'S...ER OH WELL IF THEY'RE GONNA PLAY HOUSE ILL GO OVER TO TOMMY'S by Lank Leonard by Carl Ryman ALFRED NEEDS SOME GARTERS BUT HE'S WAITING UNTIL THE LADY CLERK GOES OUT TO LUNCH! by Oliver Passingham AT LEAST IF WE DO FIND HIM, HARRY IT'S A LIVE MAN WE'RE GOING TO FIND. WILLIE— WHAT A LOVELY DRESS, MOTHER? AND YOUR HAIR EVER HAVE YOU WITH IT? IT'S ER LITTLE MARY MIXUP— I'M HUNGRY-GIVE ME A CHICKEN WING,TOO YOU KIDS WILL BE YOUR DINNER-MU LIKE THAT---STOP WOODY WOODPECKER— STEP TO THE REAR OF THE BUS, POKKS! BUS STOP BACK RUCK CAMO MOVE SUPERMAN— YES, I'M HERE AFTER. A JEWEL THIEF NAMED JIMMY THE GEM, BOYS--HE MUST HAVE HIDDEN AWAY ON YOUR ROCKET-SHIP JUST BEFORE YOU LEFT EARTH! by Oliver Passingham BUILD YOUR HOPES SH ON FINDING ROGER MADDON, LESLEY. AT LEAST IF WE DO FIND HIM HARRY— IT'S A LIVE MAN WE'RE GOING TO FIND. by George Sixta RIVETS by Fred Harman RYDER! YOU MUST BE IN THERE! BANGS IS DEAD COME OUT! I'll help you! I MADE IT—NOW FOR FOOD—GOTTA GET MY STRENGTH BACK! SUPERMAN— YES, I'M HERE AFTER. A JEWEL THIEF NAMED JIMMY THE GEM, BOYS—HE MUST HAVE HIDDEN AWAY ON YOUR ROCKET-SHIP JUST BEFORE YOU LEFT EARTH! OH! THEN, FIND GEM, US AN EAR JOE PALOOKA— NO. HE WANTS ME TO SEE HIS SON... I TOLD HIM I'M BUSY... BUT HE WORED ME DOWN. HE WENT TO GET HIM. THE SAINT— YOU CAN TRY YOUR LUCK LATER, DON. I WANT TO TAKE A LOOK IN THE OWNER'S STATEROOM! Thursday, October 15, 1953 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — 17 by Fred Meagher LET MEDICINE MAN FIGURE IT! HIM THE ONE THAT MAKE HORSE-FACE MARRY SO MANY SQUAW'S! THOSE KIDS ARE YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS. MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE 'EM BACK TO THE SIoux CAMP! BUT THE SQUAWS...THEY ...AND YOU FORGET WANT TO POISON ME... HMMM. THAT'S RIGHT! by Carl Gruber! THERE / DON'T EVER SAY THAT I LOVE BOWLING MORE THAN I DO YOU...NOW I'M GOING TO MISS THE FIRST FRAME FOR SURREAL! by McEvoy and Striebel by McEvoy and Striebel ...AND YOUR HAIR! WHAT-EVER HAVE YOU DONE WITH IT? IT'S...ER...UNIQUE! ...AND... ...AND YOUR REPORT CARD, WILUE! by R. M. Brinkerhoff YOU KIDS WILL SPOIL YOUR DINNER-MUNCHING LIKE THAT---STOP IT! IM HUNGRY TOO—PAGE ME A LEG-WILL YOU? WHAT AILES THIS FAMILY? -NOT A ONE OF YOU IS EATING ANY DINNER! by Walter Lants BACK FURTHER... CAON MOVE! BACK, I SAY... BACK, BACK! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT! by Wayne Boring by Wayne Boring THEN...AS SOON AS YOU FIND THIS JIMMY THE GEM, YOU'LL BE LEAVING US AND GOING BACK TO EARTH, SUPERMAN! THAT'S RIGHT, BOYS! DO YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS? GLEEPERS, WE HAVEN'T THE LEAST IDEA, SUPERMAN... IT'LL PROBABLY TAKE YOU WEEKS TO FIND HIM... MAYBE YEARS! by Ham Fisher HE WANTS ME TO TOLD BUSY... BUT HE ME DOWN. HE TO GET him. HE SAYS HIS BOY WANTS TO BE A BOXING CHAMPION... SAYS THE BOY CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE...AND HE HAS ALL THE MAKINGS... HEY! JOE BOY! HERE HE IS...HERE'S YOUR IDEAL, JUNIOR...WELL...SAY HULLO...SOME BOY, EH, BOY...TELL 'M WHAT YA WANTA BE? FIREMAN! by Leslie Charteris ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO TO HELP MISS? NO, THANK YOU.