anaheim-bulletin 1954-05-17

DON WINSLOW OF THE NAVYTHANKS, OZO. KEEP WORKING... MAYBE YOU CAN SOLVE THE FINGERPRINT PROBLEM. GALL, I'M GOING DOWN TO THE POST OFFICE AND SEE IF THERE ARE ANY REPLIES FROM THOSE SEEKING ADVENTURE AND EXCITEMENT. MEANWHILE DO KRAM... REL ON MY WAY TO STAND BY... I M DIXIE DUGAN— GOT TOO SLEEPY TO WAIT UP FOR YOU LAST NIGHT— ANYTHING NEW? WELL-??? WELL WHAT?? BEFORE HE COMES DOWNSTAIRS— DID YOU GET ANY INFO OUT OF MEL? ONLY THAT JACK IS ALIVE AND WELL— DIDN'T HE GIVE WITH ANYTHING ELSE? WELL--YES-- VIRGIL— A MUD PIE? YES-- VIRGIL IS SICK SO IM MAKING HIM A PRESENT NOW ILL TAKE IT OVER TO HIS HOUSE THAT'S THE MOST UNSANTIARY THING I EVER SAW A MUD PIE? YES-VIRGIL IS SICK SO I MAKING HIM A PRESENT NOW ILL TAKE IT OVER TO HIS HOUSE THAT'S THE MOST UNSANITARY THING I EVER SAW MICKEY FINN— WELL, IT WON'T BE LONG NOW, MRS. FINN, BEFORE WE HAVE THEM ALL BACK! YES, IT'S REALLY AMAZING, FLOSSIE, THAT THEY CAN COME SO FAR IN ONLY FOUR HOURS! THIS PAPER SAYS PHIL WAS TO TAKE AN EIGHT O'CLOCK PLANE, CLANCY- SO HE MUST BE ON HIS WAY! NOT YET, DUGAN! MIAMI DOESN'T HAVE DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME-HIS PLANE WON'T BE LEAVING FOR ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES! HE'S PROBABLY JUST ARRIVING AT THE AIRPORT NOW! ALFRED— CO. GAMES-TOYS HOW MANY BEANS ARE IN THE JART CLOSEST GUESS WINS PRIZE CONGRATULATIONS, ALFRED! YOUR REMARKABLY CLOSE ESTIMATE HAS WON YOU THIS VALUABLE PRIZE! WE COULD USE A MAN OF YOUR ABILITY IN OUR FIRM. WHAT TYPE OF POSITION WOULD INTEREST YOU? LESLIE SHANE— THE GIRL BLOODHOUND — AS THE LATE AND UNLAMENTED POINTS CALLED HER - HOT ON THE SCENT. QUICK,TELL BATES TO STALL HER! WELL-DON'T STARE. HELP! THIS BAIT IS GOING TO ANOTHER TRAP. I'M SORRY, BUT MR.TAY INTO THE CO. CLOSING UP HOUSE... THE GIRL BLOODHOUND — AS THE LATE AND UNLAMENTED POINTS CALLED HER—HOT ON THE SCENT. QUICK,TELL BATES TO STALL HER! WELL—DON'T STARE. HELP! THIS BAIT IS GOING TO ANOTHER TRAP. I'M SORRY, BUT MR.TAY INTO THE CO-CLOSING UR HOUSE. RIVETS— RED RYDER— BUD BREEDY IS TRYING TO STEAL RED'S TIMBER AND THREATENS TO KILL OLD SAM IF RED INTERFERES WE VAMOOSE NOW. RED RYDER? YEAH WE'LL HAVE TO BE CAREFUL WITH OL' SAM'S LIFE AT STAKE! WE'LL LET BREEDY THINK HIS BLUFF WORKED FOR NOW! RYDER BREED HIM TO! by Frank V. Martinek MEANWHILE DON TRANSFORMED BY DOCTOR KRAM... RED, I'M ON MY WAY TO THE RED LION. STAND BY...I MAY NEED YOU. GOOD LUCK. SKIPPER...ILL BE THINKING OF YOU WITH CROSSED FINGERS. by McEvoy and Striebel HE GIVE YTHING WELL--YES--- BUT IT DIDN'T CONCERN JACK--AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE TALKED VERY LITTLE-- IT WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT--AND THE DANCE MUSIC WAS DIVINE-- by Len Klels THERE! I CAN'T STAND DIRTY DISHES BUFFALO BILL— BUFFALO BILL HAS JUST SET A BACKFIRE TO SAVE OUR FRIENDS FROM A ROARING PRAIRIE FIRE: WE'RE OUT OF DANGER NOW! BUT EVERYTHING IS BURNED BLACK! WE HAVE OUR DRIED MEAT...BUT WE MUST GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE HOSSES STARVE! THE BERRYS— HEY, PAT! HOW MUCH CLOTHES LINE DO YOU WANT ME TO PUT L WILLIE— D'YOU HAVE MUSCLES, WILLIE? LISTEN! MY MUSCLES HAVE MUSCLES... BY LANK LEONARD DUGAN! MIAMI HAVE DAYLIGHT SAVING PLANE WON'T BE OR ANOTHER TWENTY HE'S PROBABLY JUST THE AIRPORT NOW! JUST ONE MORE, SHERIFF! OKAY BOYS! TAKE ALL YOU WANT! BY CARL RYMAN WOULD USE A MAN OF BILITY IN OUR FIRM. TYPE OF POSITION LD INTEREST YOU? BEAN-BAG DEPT. BY OLIVER PASSINGHAM I'M SORRY, MISS SHANE, BUT MR.TAYNTON HAS GONE INTO THE COUNTRY. WE'RE CLOSING UP THE TOWN HOUSE. WELL, I'LL SEE HIS SECRETARY. WILLIE— D'YOU HAVE MUSCLES, WILLIE? LISTEN! MY MUSCLES HAVE MUSCLES... ...ON WHICH THERE ARE MORE MUSCLES! LITTLE MARY MIXUP— MOM--I CAN'T READ SNOOKER TO SLEEP--I HAVE TO GET TO MY HISTORY LESSON -WELL--READ TO HIM A WHILE ANYWAY THEN THE DRAGON CREEP TOWARD THE CASTLE--LITTLE PRINCE STOOD H GROUND WITH His SWOOPED UPRAISED-- FAIRY TALK WOODY WOODPECKER— CITY ZOO 5-17-54 SUPERMAN— IT COULDN'T BE MY AMNESIA! HE--HE LOOKS TOO REAL! HE--HE MUST BE A PHONY--TRYING TO MAKE TIME WITH MY GIRL! WAIT--THIS COULDN'T BE AN ILLUSION CAUSED BY THAT KRYPTONITE! by Oliver Passingham I'M SORRY, MISS SHANE, BUT MR.TAYNTON HAS GONE INTO THE COUNTRY. WE'RE CLOSING UP THE TOWN HOUSE. WELL, I'LL SEE HIS SECRETARY. I'M NOT SURE WHETHER ... PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T MIND WAITING. by George Sixta by Fred Harman SUPERMAN— IT COULDN'T BE MY AMNESIA! HE--HE LOOKS TOO REAL! HE--HE MUST BE A PHONY--TRYING TO MAKE TIME WITH MY GIRL! WAIT--THIS COULDN'T BE AN ILLUSION CAUSED BY THAT KRYPTONITE! JOE PALOOKA— JUMPHREY PASSED THRU THE TOWN OF GROBLONK WITHOUT INCIDENT. THIS SKIRTS THE RED ZONE. LET'S LOOK IN ON RED H.Q. WE TRANSLATE. WE SHALL NOT FAIL! THE SAINT— CHICAGO--THE OFFICE OF A HIGHLY RESPECTED ATTORNEY-- I MUST ADMIT, MR. JAKES, THAT YOU SEEM TO HAVE HIT ON A MOST INTERESTING LEGAL LOOPHOLE, BUT- EH? WHAT MONDAY, MAY 17, 1954 ANAHEIM (Cal.) BULLETIN — by Fred Meagher WE HAVE OUR DRIED MEAT...BUT WE MUST GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE HOSSES STARVE! THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER...THERE WILL BE GREEN GRASS THERE! START MOVIN'! WE'VE GOT TO GET THERE! IT'S OUR ONLY CHANCE! by Carl Grubert OW MUCH CLOTHES LINE YOU WANT ME TO PUT UP? DADDY, MAMA SAYS FOR YOU NOT TO SHOUT THROUGH THE SCREEN DOOR! WHY? YOU'RE STRAINING YOUR VOICE! by Leonard Samsome ON WHICH THERE ARE MORE MUSCLES! IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF I'M PUHRETTY STRONG! ...AND PUHRETTY TALKATIVE, TOO! ON WHICH THERE ARE MORE MUSCLES! IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF I'M PUHRETTY STRONG! ...AND PUHRETTY TALKATIVE, TOO! THEN THE DRAGON CREPT TOWARD THE CASTLE--THE LITTLE PRINCE STOOD HIS GROUND WITH HIS SWORD UPRAISED-- GOLLY THUS THE ROMANS BECAME RULERS OF A VAST EMPIRE AND EXACTED TRIBUTE FROM MANY COUNTRIES--CAESAR RETURNED FROM GAUL AND---- AW---I DONT LIKE THAT STORY!-WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE PRINCE?-DID HE KILL THAT DRAGON--OR NOT? DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS 5-17-54 DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS by Wayne Boring THIS WILDLN'T BE ILLUSION HEED BY THAT CRYPTONITE! HE MUST BE THAT PHONY WHO'S GOING AROUND IMITATING ME! WHERE'S SYLVIA? AND WHO ARE YOU? EXACTLY THE QUESTION I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU! by Wayne Boring THIS WILL NOT BE ILLUSIONED BY THAT CRYPTONITE! HE MUST BE THAT PHONY WHO'S GOING AROUND IMITATING ME! WHERE'S SYLVIA? AND WHO ARE YOU? EXACTLY THE QUESTION I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU! WE SHALL NOT FAIL! THIS TANK-BOSTER WILL BLOW HIM TO BITS! READY FIRE! SCREEZE! MUST BE HUNTIN' SEASON. THEM FELLERS ARE SHORE CARE-LUSSS. ALMOS' GOT ME. by Ham Fisher by Lealie Charteris OMIT, MR. JAKES, THAT YOU HAVE HIT ON A MOST LEGAL LOOPHOLE, BUT-- EH? WHAT'S THAT? SPEAK UP, YOUNG MAN! I DON'T SEEM TO HEAR YOU--OR MAYBE YOU USE TOO MANY WORDS! I MEAN, YOUR SCHEME SOUNDS ALMOST LIKE THE PERFECT CRIME!