anaheim-bulletin 1954-05-05

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— WINSLOW, I REPEAT... CENTRAL IN TELLIGENCE IS CONFRONTED BY A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK. I ALWAYS CARRY A NUT CRACKER. IT CAN BE ADJUSTED TO FIT ANY SIZE OR TYPE OF NUT. GOOD... WE'LL NEED IT. THE IMPORTANT QUESTION IS--WILL THERE BE A WAR THIS YEAR... OR NEXT... OR IF AT ALL, NOW WE HAVE A SPECIAL CASE FOR YOU. DIXIE DUGAN— MICKEY MIGHT BE PRETENDING SHE ISN'T GIVING JACK ANY THOUGHT, BUT I KNOW SHE'S JUST DYING INSIDE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM. WHY MEL WON'T TELL HER IS BEYOND ME. AS I TOLD YOU, IT COULD BE A MILITARY SECRET—I PATHER ADMIRE HER FOR NOT HEN-PECKING THE POOR BOY ANYMORE— VIRGIL— ON ANDREWS HERE NOW--BUT I TOLD HIM HE AND I ARE FINISHED. I REFUSE TO GO WITH ANY BOY WHO NEVER TELLS ME I'M BEAUTIFUL. IS HE TOO BASHFUL? MICKEY FINN— BOYS! COME QUICK! Y-YOU TRAINK HE— I-I FEAR SO! T-THE WINDOW IS WIDE OPEN! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING, EITHER—HIT'S SO DARK! C'MON! WE GOT TO GET DOWN THER AND— ALFRED— THE NEIGHBORS ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT THAT GOAT OF YOURS, ALFRED—SO LET'S DISCUSS THIS THING MAN-TO-MAN— I TALKED FOR AN HOUR BUT I FINALLY PERSUADED HIM TO GO DOWN AND SEE ABOUT SELLING THAT GOAT! UNCLE ALFRED KNOWS A GUY WHO'S GONNA TAKE THE GOAT AS A DOWN-PAYMENT ON A COW! LESLIE SHANE— YOU AGAIN! CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I'M SORRY, PATT! I KNOW ABOUT POINTS DEATH—BUT I DON'T KNOW ENOUGH. PEOPL THINK I'M MAYBE I AM BUT DON'T I LIKE WO TO-NIGHT A NOTHING HAPPENED. DUMB COR THINK POISON POIN CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I KNOW ABOUT POINTS DEATH—BUT I DON'T KNOW ENOUGH. PEOPL THINK I'M MAYBE I AM BUT DON'T I LIKE WO TO-NIGHT A NOTHING HAPPENED. DUMB CORE THINK POISON POIN RIVETS— 5-5 ©1944 Field Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved RED RYDER— HEAP PLENTY GOOD RANCH YOU BUY UM RED RYDER! LOTS OF GRASS AN' WATER! WE CAN RUN MORE Cows NOW! WHOO-EE! THEM BIG TREES, RED RYDER! YEP! THIS IS THE TIMBER I PROMISED SAM PROTECT! THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL by Frank V. Martinek WERE ALWAYS READY TO BE OF SERVICE. BUFFALO BILL— LET THE OTHERSMELL THE DEAD ONE! I'VE LOST MY RIFLE...THE THREE BULLETS LEFT IN THAT PISTOL ARE OUR LAST! by McEvoy and Striebel MEL TELL YOU, IT COULD BE A MILITARY SECRET—I RATHER ADMIRE HER FOR NOT HEN-PECKING THE POOR BOY ANYMORE— AS I TOLD YOU, IT COULD BE A MILITARY SECRET—I RATHER ADMIRE HER FOR NOT HEN-PECKING THE POOR BOY ANYMORE— WELL--THAT DOESN'T GO FOR ME! I'VE GOT WAYS OF MAKING HIM TALK AN? THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT?? THE BERRYS— I THOUGHT YOUR EYES WERE GOING TO POP OUT OF YOUR HEAD DURING THE BATHING SUIT NUMBER! WELL, ISN'T IT AMAZING THINK THAT MOST OF THE GALS IN THE FASHION SHOW WERE MOTHERS! by Len Kleis IS HE TOO BASHFUL? NO! HE CAN'T PRONOUNCE IT! WILLIE— C'MON TO TH'BALL PARK, WILLIE! NO ADMISSION CHAPTER IT'S FREE! 'WHO'S PLAYIN'?' TOO BASHFUL? PRONOUNCE IT! by Lank Leonard AN'T SEE THING EITHER—SO DARK! C'MON! WE'VE GOT TO GET DOWN THERE AND— W-WHAT'S THE MATTER? I-HIS THE PLACE ON FIRE? LITTLE MARY MIXUP— HOW WAS YOUR CLUB MEETING, MARY? FINE-WE HAD SALAD, PICKLES AND FOUR KINDS OF CAKE! YOUR CARD SAID WAS A VERY IMPROVEMENT TO DISCOVER 'BETTER GRADES' MORE HOMEWORK. by Carl Ryman LE ALFRED KNOWS A GUY IS GONNA TAKE THE GOAT A DOWN-PAYMENT ON A COW! THINKING IT OVER—I DECIDED WE REALLY NEED A NICE GOAT AROUND HERE, ALFRED, SO— WOODY WOODPECKER— KNOTHEAD'S GOTTA FINISH PRACTICIN' HIS MUSIC BEFORE YOU KIDS CAN GO OUT AND PLAY! AW... OKAY! 5-5-54 by Oliver Passingham PEOPLE THINK I'M HARD. MAYBE I AM. BUT DON'T THINK I LIKE WORKING TO-NIGHT AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED. THOSE DUMB COPS EVEN THINK I POISONED POINTS. SUPERMAN— GO ON! MAKE A PUBLIC SPECTACLE OF YOURSELF WITH THIS--THIS CREATURE--WHO-EVER SHE IS! OUR ENGAGEMENT IS OFF! PEOPLE THINK I'M HARD. MAYBE I AM. BUT DON'T THINK I LIKE WORKING TO-NIGHT AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED. THOSE DUMB COPS EVEN THINK I POISONED POINTS. by George Sixta GO ON! MAKE A PUBLIC SPECTACLE OF YOURSELF WITH THIS-- THIS CREATURE -- WHOEVER SHE IS! OUR ENGAGEMENT IS OFF! JOE PALOOKA— ...THE NAZIS CAME ...ACH. IT WAS HORRIBLE BEYOND BELIEF....THEY MURDERED OUR FRIENDS....THEN CAME THE REDS... ACH...TERRIBLE... THEY ALMOST DESTROYED US... WE PRAY THE GOOD GOD THEY NEVER RETURN." TURRIBLE JEST TURRIBLE. MY PEOPLE AN OLD LE THEY BELIE THAT THE ON THE TO GAVE THE by Fred Harman YEP! THIS IS THE TIMBER I PROMISED SAM I'D PROTECT! THEY SURE ARE BEAUTIFUL! THE SAINT— THESE ARE POSTCARDS FROM YOUR TRIP AROUND THE WORLD---LONDON, PARIS, ROME, INDIA, AUSTRALIA, EVERYWHERE! YOU WRITE 'EM, AND WE'LL SEE THEY GET MAILED! Wednesday, May 8, 1954 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — $ by Fred Meagher I'VE LOST MY RIFLE... THE THREE BULLETS LEFT IN THAT PISTOL ARE OUR LAST! THE DEAD ONE HAS SENT FEAR THROUGH THEM! THEY'RE WANDERING OFF! GET READY TO GET DOWN AND LEG IT! by Carl Grubert WELL, ISN'T IT AMAZING TO THINK THAT MOST OF THE GALS IN THE FASHION SHOW WERE MOTHERS! ONE MODEL HAS FIVE CHILDREN! WOW! NOWADAY'S A WOMAN IS AS OLD AS SHE LOOKS! AND IT'S STILL THE SAME WITH A MAN HE ISN'T OLD UNTIL HE STOPS LOOKING! by Leonard Samsome NO ADMISSION CHARGE! IT'S FREE! WHO'S PLAYIN'? NOBODY! BUT IT'S FREE! FREE! FREE! IT'S FREE! WHO'S PLAYIN'? Nobody! BUT IT'S FREE! FREE! FREE! YOUR CARD SAID IT WAS A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING TO DISCUSS 'BETTER GRADES BY MORE HOMEWORK.' I GUESS THAT WAS IT WELL...DID ANY CLUB MEMBER HAVE ANY VALUABLE SUGGESTIONS? OH MY YES I STOOD UP AND GAID: "LET'S ALWAYS HAVE FOUR KINDS OF CAKE!" by R. M. Brinkerhoff by Walter Lantz SQUEE-EE-EEWOW! LISTEN TO THAT LONG NOTE! SQUEE-EE-E-EFIVE MINUTES WITHOUT A LEFT UP! UNBELIEVABLE! SQUEE-EE-E-E by Wayne Boring WHY--SUPERMAN! WHO IS THAT WOMAN? WHY--SHE'S THE ONE I SAW THIS AFTERNOON! THAT WAS WHEN SHE CALLED ME "DARLUNG." OH, DID SHE? WELL, IT ISN'T WORTH MY STAYING AROUND TO REPEAT WHAT I DO LIKE TO CALL YOU! WHY--SUPERMAN! WHO IS THAT WOMAN? WHY-SHE'S THE ONE I SAW THIS AFTERNOON! THAT WAS WHEN SHE CALLED ME "DARLING!" OH, DID SHE? WELL, IT ISN'T WORTH MY STAYING AROUND TO REPEAT WHAT ID LIKE TO CALL YOU! MY PEOPLE HAVE AN OLD LEGEND...THEY BELIEVED THAT THE CLOCK ON THE TOWN HALL GAVE THEM LUCK... I NOTUSSED THAT IT AIN'T WORKIN'...GEE...MUSTA BEN WONDAFUL... YES...WE HAVE NO ONE WHO CAN FIX IT. OLD PHILO COULD HAVE...BUT HE WAS LIQUIDATED...I PRAY SOME ONE WILL COME SOME DAY. SCUSE ME, REVREND..I WANT A GIT MTOOLS FROM M'MACHINE. SO THEN YOU COULD MURDER ME RIGHT HERE, AND NOBODYWOULD START WONDERING ABOUT ME FOR MONTHS.' WHY SHOULD I MAKE IT SO EASY FOR YOU? WHY SHOULDN'T YOU MAKE IT EASY FOR YOURSELF? LEVIC, CAMTTEEJ JOHN ISRANGER