anaheim-bulletin 1954-05-06

12 — ANAHEIM (CaL) BULLETIN Thursday, May 6, 1954 DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVY— WINSLOW, YOUR SERVICES ARE BADLY NEEDED. LET'S STEP INTO OUR SOUNDPROOF ROOM WHERE OUR VOICES CANNOT BE HEARD BY ANYONE. WHEN I PRESS THIS BUTTON... HOLY SOCKS!! A CIRCULAR DESK!-LOOKS LIKE THE ROOM CATHERINE DE MEDIC! HAD IN VIENNA. CORRECT RED! DIXIE DUGAN— HOW DID YOU GET INFORMATION OUT OF PA WHEN YOU WANTED IT? I GAVE HIM THE COOL TREATMENT! IF HE REFUSED TO ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS I JUST ACTED AS IF HE WASN'T AROUND: WHY DON'T WE GO TO A MOVIE?? OR PLAY CHECKERS? UNTIL FINALLY: O~K-O~K~! ILL TELL YA WHAT YA WANT TKNOW! CONSARN IT YOU ALLUS GET YOUR WAY! DARLING BOY VIRGIL— MICKEY FINN— I'M STILL SHAKING, MR. TUTTLE! SO AM I, TOM! I REALLY THOUGHT THE WORST HAD HAPPENED! GOSH, UNCLE PHIL, WE WERE AFRAID YOU'D-AH-FALLEN OUT! I'M NOT FALLING OUT OF WINDOWS AT MY AGE, MICHAEL! WELL-AH-WE KNEW YOU TOOK HILDA TO DINNER TONIGHT-AND YOU-AH-WERE FEELING SO LOW WHEN YOU CAME IN, THAT WE— I WAS FEELIN' LOW BECAUSE IT'D-AH-EATEN SOMETHIN' THAT DIDN'T AGREE WITH ME! I-AH-TOOK SOME BICARBONATE AND FEEL BETTER NOW! ALFRED— YOU'LL GHMME A DIME IF I MILK OUR GOAT? OKAY! YOU COWARD! SENDING A DEFENSELESS CHILD TO MILK THAT VICIOUS ANIMAL! WHY— MAMA! HELP ME! LESLIE SHANE— YOU DIDN'T POISON POINTS PATTI, BUT WHO DID? THE MASTERMIND, DON'T ASK ME WHO HE IS. I ONLY KNOW THAT POINTS HAD BEEN BLACKMAILING HIM. POINTS GOT TWO GRAND FROM THE MASTERMIND IN LONDON THIS MORNING, AND THEN WE WENT TO THE RACES. HOW POHE D'NOCOCKT YOU DIDN'T POISON POINTS, PATTI. BUT WHO DID? THE MASTERMIND. DON'T ASK ME WHO HE IS. I ONLY KNOW THAT POINTS HAD BEEN BLACKMAILING HIM. POINTS GOT TWO GRAND FROM THE MASTERMIND IN LONDON THIS MORNING, AND THEN WE WENT TO THE RACES. HOW PO HE'D NOT COCKT RIVETS— RED RYDER— THERE'S TH' OLD CORRAL AND IT'S SURE IN BAD SHAPE! TH' OLD JUNIPER POSTS ARE STILL GOOD! BUT WE'LL HAVE TO NEW PINE CROSS POLE6! LET'S MAKE CAMP! by Frank V. Martinek THERE'S A SUBVERSIVE ORGANIZATION LOCATED IN THIS CITY THAT HIRES SPIES. WIN SLOW, WE WANT YOU TO FIND IT. by McEvoy and Striebel BEFORE I CAN GIVE MEL HERR THE 'COOL TREATMENT' HE HAS TO HAVE A WARMER ATTITUDE THAN HE DOES— ?? OH, I DON'T KNOW — HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S GOT A LITTLE FIRE THAT COULD BE FANNED by Len Klefs BUFFALO BILL— HURRY! NOW'S OUR CHANCE TO GET OUT OF HERE! THE CUBS BETTER RIDE WITH ME FOR AWHILE! RIGHT! THOS FEMALE GRIZZLIES PLENTY IOUS ABOUT THEY'LL TRY PICK UP THE SCE THE BERRYS— M:M_BOY! SPICE CAKE! AND CHOCOLATE FROSTING! WILLIE— HOW MUCH IS TAKE-AWAY TEN, WILLIE? WHY WOULD YOU RATHER WHICH, IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE? by Lank Leonard WE KNEW TO HILDA TO GHT-AND HERE FEELING THEN YOU THAT WEI WAS FEELIN' LOW BECAUSE ID-AH-EATEN SOMETHIN' THAT DIDN'T AGREE WITH ME! I-AH-TOOK SOME BICARBONATE AND FEEL BETTER NOW! OH, I SEE! WE THOUGHT YOU'D PROPOSED TO HER-AND THAT SHE HAD-AH-TURNED YOU DOWN! THAT WAS RIDICULOUS! AS A MATTER OF FACT, MICHAEL, IVE-AH-PUT ALL THOUGHTS OF MARRIAGE OUT OF MY MIND! SIT DOWN AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY! by Carl Ryman MAMA! HELP ME! I CAN'T CARRY ALL THIS!!! by Oliver Passingham GOT TWO THE MASTER-NDON THIS AND THEN WE THE RACES. HOW POINTS WAS POISONED BEATS ME. HE'D NOTHING TO DRINK EXCEPT THAT COCKTAIL. NOTHING TO EAT—EXCEPT HIS MINTS... WILLIE— HOW MUCH IS TAKE-AWAY TEN, WILLIE? WHY WOULD YOU RATHER WHICH, IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE? LITTLE MARY MIXUP— OH, DAD—WHY DID YOU TURN THE "TV" OFF? IT'S BILLY NOTHING BUT COWBOYS AND A LOT OF SHOOTING IT'S A WASTE OF TIME. WOODY WOODPECKER— BUS STOP SUPERMAN— OW! AND EVEN A PHOTOGRAPHER HAD TO BE AROUND! BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE WOMAN! HM--I'll bet ANYTHING SHE MISTOOK ME FOR THAT OTHER SUPERMAN.' IN FACT, SHE CAN PROBABLY LEAD ME TO HIM.' MEANWHILE BUT--SYLVY YOU'D JUST WHY YOU ME--UC by Oliver Passingham HOW POINTS WAS POISONED BEATS ME. HE'D NOTHING TO DRINK EXCEPT THAT COCKTAIL. NOTHING TO EAT—EXCEPT HIS MINTS… THE SWEETS OF COURSE! by George Sixta by Fred Harman BUT WE'LL HAVE TO CUT ALL NEW PINE CROSS POLES! LET'S MAKE CAMP! SUPERMAN— OW! AND EVEN A PHOTOGRAPHER HAD TO BE AROUND! BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE WOMAN! HM--I'll BET ANYTHING SHE MISTOOK ME FOR, THAT OTHER SUPERMAN! IN FACT, SHE CAN PROBABLY LEAD ME TO HIM. DAIDY & PLANET 5-10 PAUL FEMME FONDS SUPERMAN WITH UFEALOUS JAB JOE PALOOKA— I GOT MY TOOLS, MIND IF I TRY FIXIN' IT? W-WHY, OF COURSE... GO AHEAD? WHEN CLOCK-WORK BLACKSMITT WO STRIKE HOUR... IT VERY IN-TRI-CAT MANY CENTURIES THE SAINT— NEVER MIND WHAT YOU THINK HAPPENS AFTER YOU've WRITTEN THOSE CARDS. THINK WHAT THIS COULD DO TO YOUR PRETTY FACE IF YOU DON'T WRITE THEM! HOWWOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE A LONG TIM WITH A SCARRED US FACE? by Fred Meagher THE CUBS BETTER RIDE WITH ME FOR AWHILE! RIGHT! THOSE FEMALE GRIZZLIES WERE PLENTY CURIOUS ABOUT 'EM! THEY'LL TRY TO PICK UP THEIR SCENT! THE COUNTRY IS GETTING OPEN...THE GRIZZLIES WON'T FOLLOW US HERE! OH, JUST PLAYING WITH SOMETHING! ND CHOCOLATE ROOSTING! YOU MIGHT AS WELL WAIT IN HERE WHILE IT'S COOLING! WHY WOULD YOU RATHER BE WHICH, IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE? ISN'T A DUCK ALWAYS? EVER? HMM? GOLLY! IT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND WOMEN... EVEN WHEN THEY'RE LITTLE! WHY WOULD YOU RATHER BE WHICH, IF YOU HAD YOUR CHOICE? ISN'T A DUCK ALWAYS? EVER? HMM? GOLLY! IT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND WOMEN... EVEN WHEN THEY'RE LITTLE! NOTHING BUT COWBOYS AND A LOT OF SHOOTING--IT'S A WASTE OF TIME. OUT LAWS, THE SHERIFF'S DAUGHTER, SHOOTING, GALLOPING HORSES!-IT JUST ISN'T IMPORTANT! BUT DAD! IF THE SHERIFF'S DAUGHTER DOESN'T GET TO ROCKY CREEK TO WARN THE COWBOYS THE OUTLAWS WILL ATTACK THE STAGECOACH.--WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT? by Walter Lants by Wayne Boring ME AN WHILE... BUT--SYLVIA... IF YOU'D JUST TELL ME WHY YOU'RE MAD AT ME--UGH! --AND IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE PAPERS YET, SUPERMAN, YOU CAN KEEP THIS ONE FOR YOUR SCRAP-BOOK! BUT--BUT... I WASN'T EVEN OUT LAST NIGHT! I WAS HOME--SLEEPING. OR--OR WAS I GOSH--IS MY AMNESIA PLAYING TRICKS ON ME AGAIN? by Wayne Boring ME ANWHILE... BUT--SYLVIA... IF YOU'D JUST TELL ME WHY YOU'RE MAD AT ME--UGH! AND IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE PAPERS YET, SUPERMAN, YOU CAN KEEP THIS ONE FOR YOUR SCRAP-BOOK. BUT--BUT... I WASN'T EVEN OUT LAST NIGHT! I WAS HOME--SLEEPING. OR--OR WAS I GOSH--IS MY AMNESIA PLAYING TRICKS ON ME AGAIN? BYLLY PLANE FRAIL FEMME FOULS SUIT WITH JEALOUS JAB! WHEN CLOCK-WORKED... BLACKSMITH WOULD STRIKE HOUR... IT IS VERY IN-TRI-CATE... MANY CENTURIES OLD. IM A BLACKSMITH BACK IN AMURRICA. DUM DE DUM-DUM HOWWOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE A LONG TIME WITH A SCARRED, UGLY FACE? ASK HIM WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT THAT, HONEY! YOU STILL WOULDN'T BE HALF AS UGLY AS HE IS! LEAL CHARTER'S JOUNK! PRINTER