anaheim-bulletin 1953-10-21

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— I'M LOOSE! NOW TO GET TO ARAM! AND AT THE OIL PIPE LINE... IVE TIGHTENED THE LAST SCREW. NOW THE SADDLE AND VALVE ARE ON! ARAM DIXIE DUGAN— I'M GLAD YOU REPORTED THIS, MISS DUGAN — YOU SAY SHE WAS LEFT IN YOUR CAR, MR. MURPHY? YEH—BUT THAT MOTHER WILL COME RUNNING, IF I COOPERATE ?—IN WHAT WAY? ALL I HAVE TO DO IS PUBLICIZE THE FACT I'M GIVING THE KID THAT I'M NOT GOING TO, BUT WE COULD NAB MAMA WHEN SHE SHOWS UP BUT WOULDN'T THAT BE ROUGH ON THE CHILD? SHE'S FRUSTRATED ENOUGH ALREADY, MR. MURPHY? I HADN'T THought Of That VIRGIL— YR MAW ASKED ME TO REMIND YOU TO DO SOMETHING BEFORE YOU WENT TO SCHOOL. WHAT WAS IT? IM TRYING TO THINK... YR MAW ASKED ME TO REMIND YOU TO DO SOMETHING BEFORE YOU WENT TO SCHOOL. WHAT WAS IT? IM TRYING TO THINK... MICKEY FINN— PHIL IS GONING TO MAKE LOUIE A DEPUTY AGAIN? OH, NO! HE REALLY IS SERGEANT! TO HAVE FUN AROUND ALL THE TIME - AS HIS PRIVATE CADDY! GOOD GRIEF! LOUIE MAY KNOW GOLF- BUT THAT'S ALL! HE'S JUST LIKE HIS BROTHER WILLIE- AND WILLIE IS THE WORST CONSTABLE WE HAVE! THAT'S WHAT I TOLD UNCLE PIRL- BUT HE WOULDN'T LISTEN! HE DROVE OVER TO FAREWELL POINT RIGHT AFTER BREAKFAST! WITH LOUIE CADDYING FOR ME, IT BE IN THE SEVENTIES ALL THE TIME ON BOY- I MIGHT EVEN BECOME THE NATIONAL AMATEUR CHAMPION WELL, WILLIE WILL KNOW WHEN HE LIVES! ALFRED— ALFRED LOST ONE OF HIS NEW GLOVES, AND HE SAYS THERE'S NO SENSE IN KEEPING ONLY ONE! HELP KEEP YOUR CITY CLEAN Lot Regan © 10-21 LESLIE SHANE— SO I'M THE KILMADDON NOW — AND YOU'RE A WOMAN DETECTIVE! I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHICH FACT I FIND MOST INCREDIBLE! THE MAIN THING IS— CAN WE PERSUADE YOU TO LEAVE THE LOST WORLD? LEAVE HERE? THE QUESTION IS— WHEN DO WE START? SO I'M THE KILMADDON NOW—AND YOU'RE A WOMAN PETECTIVE! IM NOT QUITE SURE WHICH FACT I FIND MOST INCREDIBLE! THE MAIN THING IS—CAN WE PERSUADE YOU TO LEAVE THE LOST WORLD? LEAVE HERE? THE QUESTION IS—WHEN DO WE START? RIVETS— RED RYDER— IYE ALMOST CURED YOUR WOUNDED LEG! DON'T YOU LIKE ME BETTER NOW, DARLING? THANKS! SHE IS PRETTY AND WOULD APPEAL TO MANY MEN. BUT SHE'S WICKED! SHE AND HER HUSBAND ROBBED THE MINE AND ILL SOON HAVE HER IN JAIL! by Frank V. Martinek ARAM THAT IS HAMI'S YOICE! AND YOU... A MASQUERADER! by Leonard Samsome. BUT WOULDN'T SHE'S FRUSTRATED ENOUGH ALREADY, MR. MURPHY I HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT I SUGGEST THE SILENT TREATMENT, MR. MURPHY! SOONER OR LATER THIS MOTHER WILL WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO HER CHILD. HE'S RIGHT! I YEAH —SURE! by Len Kleis IM TRYING TO THINK... OH-YEH—NOW I REMEMBER BUFFALO BILL— DON'T SHOOT! I'M HERE TO POW-WOW FOR HORSE FACE! HE'S NOT FEELIN' SO GOOD! HIM NEVER FEEL SI! ALL THE COYOTE TO DO IS GO TO THE SACRED WEDDING AND MARRY NEW SQUAWS! THE BERRYS— I DID NOT START IT! JACKIE,TELL ME THE TRUTH! DID YOU, OR DID YOU NOT HIT BOBBY FIRST? OKAY, I HIT HUM! WILLIE— BYE NOW, I MUST GET BACK TO WILLIE! HE'S BEEN SITTING SO QUIETLY… IF MY BOY WERE ONLY HALF AS QUIET! I'M TRYING TO THINK... ON-YER-NOW I REMEMBER by Lank Leonard WITH LOUIE CADDYING FOR ME, I'LL BE IN THE SEVENTIES ALL THE TIME! ON BOY—I MIGHT EVEN BECOME THE NATIONAL AMATEUR CHAMPION! WELL, WILLIE WILL KNOW WHERE HE LIVES! by Carl Ryman by Oliver Passingham YOU SEE, ONLY TWO OF MY PORTERS SURVIVED TO REACH THE LOST WORLD. BOTH DIED SOON AFTER AND I KNEW I COULD NEVER GET OUT OF THIS CRATER AND BACK TO CIVILIZATION ALONE! BYE NOW, I MUST GET BACK TO WILLIE! HE'S BEEN SITTING SO QUIETLY... ...IF MY BOY WERE ONLY HALF AS QUIET! LITTLE MARY MIXUP— I TOLD THAT DATE OF MARY'S TO GET HER HOME EARLY! -AND IT'S ALMOST TEN WELL-HAVE A LOOK DOWN THE STREET WOODY WOODPECKER— 10-21-53 SUPERMAN— YOU BAD BOYS! HOW MANY TIMES HAS DAD TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF HIS ROCKET SHIP? YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELVES--AND US,TOO! AW,SIS... YOU SEE, ONLY TWO OF MY PORTERS SURVIVED TO REACH THE LOST WORLD. BOTH DIED SOON AFTER AND I KNEW I COULD NEVER GET OUT OF THIS CRATER AND BACK TO CIVILIZATION ALONE! by George Sixta YOU BAD BOYS! HOW MANY TIMES HAS DAD TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF HIS ROCKET SHIP? YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELVES--AND US, TOO! AW, SIS... JOE PALOOKA— ANN...BY GEORGE...YOU LOOK GREAT, OLD GIRL... REAL HONEY...THE LITTLE MOTHER TYPE... SETTLED AND SECURE. HELLO, FIFI, YOU SEEM THE SAME AS ALWAYS. IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU... COME IN. ETC, ETC., APORE THE... IT'S SO BACK HERE WRY, HAVE ANY OF M by Fred Harman SHE'S WICKED! AND HER HUSBAND ED THE MINE. ILL SOON, HER IN HOT SOUP, DARLING! DRINK YOU'LL NEED YOUR STRENGTH WHEN WE PACK FOR MONTERREY TOMORROW! THANKS! I'M GETTIN' STRONGER, EVERY MINUTE! MAYBE, BUT SINCE WE KNOW SHE WON'T NEED IT, IM GLAD IVE FIXED IT SO IT WON'T SHOOT! LA Copyright 1973 New York World Telephone Inc. Wednesday, October 21, 1953 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — $ by Fred Meagher ALL THE COYOTE WANTS TO DO IS GO TO THE SACRED WEDDING PLACE AND MARRY NEW SQUAWS! HE SAYS HE LIKES THE PLACE BECAUSE WHILE THERE HE DOESN'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE BICKERIN' AND COMPLAINTS OF YOU OLDER SQUAWS! HEY WAIT!! OUCH! by Carl Gruber! DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT HIT BOBBY FIRST? OKAY, I HIT HIM! BUT THAT DIDN'T START IT! THEN WHAT DID? BOBBY STARTED IT WHEN HE WOULDN'T LET ME PLAY WITH HIS NEW AIRPLANE! by McEvoy and Striebel IF MY BOY WERE ONLY HALF AS QUIET! BYE ALL RIGHT, WILLIE, LET'S GET BUSY... AND SEW ON THAT PATCH! GOLLY! I THOUGHT SHE'D NEVER LEAVE! IF MY BOY WERE ONLY HALF AS QUIET! BYE ALL RIGHT, WILLIE, LET'S GET BUSY... AND SEW ON THAT PATCH! GOLLY! I THOUGHT SHE'D NEVER LEAVE! I DON'T SEE THEM COMING THAT YOU, DAD? DON'T WORRY, DAD--WE'VE BEEN HOME FOR HOURS POLICE DEPT. CHIEF by R. M. Brinkerhoff by Walter Lanin by Wayne Boring TIMES OUT ALMOST TOO! SIS... BUT YOU, SUPERMAN... YOU WERE MAGNIFICENT! I--UHHH (GULP!) WHEW! ZIGI! I SAY, SO FAR SO GOOD! GOOD? YOU MEAN PERFECT, ZAG! by Ham Fisher LD, FIFI, YOU THE SAME ALWAYS. IT'S TO SEE YOU...OME IN. ETC, ETC, YES...I ADORE THE CONTINENT...IT'S SO PROVINCIAL BACK HERE...BY THE WAY HAVE YOU SEEN ANY OF MY WORK? NO, I'M SORRY TO SAY...BUT IVE HEARD YOU'VE MADE QUITE A NAME AS A SCULPTOR. BUT...WHAT IS THIS VERY IMPORTANT THING YOU WANTED TO... ANN...DID YOU...OH, PARDON ME...I DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE WAS HERE. OHHHh... THIS IS FIFI DEEGON, DEAR...MY HUSBAND, JOE. by Leslie Charteris AYBE, BUT SINCE WE CHOW SHE WON'T NEED IM GLAD IVE FIXED SO IT WON'T SHOOT! LATER CHOW'S ON, MISS RAMOS! PARDON ME, OLGA! I FORGOT MY TUXEDO! LENE, CINEMASTER JONY TRANSFER!