anaheim-gazette 1945-08-23

FLAMINGO, WHEN 'THE FIEND' SHOUTED, 'HE WHO LAUGHS LAST.' DO YOU THINK HE KNEW WHAT WAS COMING? COULD BE! CAUGHT AS HE WAS BETWEEN A SAVAGE GRIZZLY AND DON WINSLOW, HE WAS IN A TOUGH SPOT! LOOK AT HIS LIFELESS BODY! HE TOOK MANY LIVES BUT ONLY GAVE ONE...HIS OWN! LITTLE DID I THINK WHEN I CLIPPED THAT GRIZZLY THAT A FEW MINUTES LATER... --' THE FIEN SCAFFOLD LOOK AT HIS LIFELESS BODY! HE TOOK MANY LIVES BUT ONLY GAVE ONE...HIS OWN! LITTLE DID I THINK WHEN I CLIPPED THAT GRIZZLY THAT A FEW MINUTES LATER... MEANWHILE DON AND THE GIRL ARE ON THEIR WAY TO REPORT TO THE SHERIFF AT THOMPSON FALLS. SO YOU'RE JOHN MAPLES STEPDAUGHTER AND 'THE WHISP,' ALIAS 'THE FIEND,' WAS BEN DICA'S SON--NEIGHBORS! YES! SHERIFF BENTLEY, THAT'S THE STORY...HIS BODY IS BEING WATCHED OVER BY FLAMINGO! I'll CALL THE CORONER AND WE'LL ALL GO OUT! GOSH, IT'S AGES SINCE DON LEFT! SHERIFF BENTLEY, THAT'S THE STORY...HIS BODY IS BEING WATCHED OVER BY FLAMINGO! I'LL CALL THE CORONER AND WE'LL ALL GO OUT! GOSH, IT'S AGES SINCE DON LEFT! D BE CAUGHT AS HE BETWEEN A SAVAGE ZLY AND DON WINSLOW HE WAS IN A TOUGH SPOT! I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN...THE ONLY THING FOR HIM TO DO WAS COMMIT SUICIDE BY DIVING OVERBOARD--EH? THE FIEND WOULD DIVE OFF THE SCAFFOLD BRIDGE TO THIS GORGE...THIS FIRE FEELS GOOD...I'M COLD! Miss Carro James By Bob Oksner and Jerry Albert THE FIEND' WOULD DIVE OFF THE SCAFFOLD BRIDGE TO THIS GORGE... THIS FIRE FEELS GOOD...I'M COLD! AT THOMPSON FALLS... SON, WHERE CAN I FIND SHERIFF BENTLEY? OH, HE'S MY GRANDDADDY... YOU'LL FIND HIM DOWN THERE! BY Bob Oksner and Jerry Albert I'VE BEEN COOLING HERE TWENTY MINUTES! IF I DON'T GET A CAB SOON... HOP IN, MISTER! TAXI! I--I BEG YOU PARDON! IS MISTAKE OR THE--! A LUGGIN' LA SH. IT'S G SINCE LEFT! VERY UNGALLANT, MR. RACY! I HOPE YOU'LL FEEL DIFFERENTLY TOWARDS ME WHEN YOU LEARN WHO I AM -- AND WHY I BROUGHT YOU HERE! I'M CAIRO JONES ... OR, MORE ACCURATELY-- MRS. SABER VON TIGRON! YOU -- THE WIFE OF THAT NAZI SWINEANCIER? YOU'RE LIKE OTHERS -- BE TO CONVICT INNOCENT MAN! ALL THE CRANKS IN THE CITY HAVE CALLED UP SINCE YOU SIGNED OFF STEVE! Crusading newspaperman Steve Racy has offered a $5000 reward for information leading to the arrest of war criminal Saber Von Tigron. HERE'S ONE WOMAN GUARANTEES NUH-UH! TOO RISKY! AT THE OFFICE OR NOT AT ALL! I'M OFF TO HECKLE A HERRING... ALONE! HOP IN, MISTER! I--I BEG YOUR PARDON! IS THIS A MISTAKE OR ... WHAT THE---! A LUGERLUGGIN' LASSIE! GET IN, MR. RACY! THERE'S NO MISTAKE -- UNLESS YOU MAKE IT! Minutes later... YOUR SECRETARY SAID YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK TO ME ALONE-- BUT YOU WILL! ... YOU MAY TAKE OFF YOUR COAT, IF YOU WISH! ... SAID THE SPIDER TO THE FLY! YOU -- THE WIFE OF THAT NAZI WINEANCIER? YOU'RE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS -- BLAZING TO CONVICT AN INNOCENT MAN! SO THAT'S YOUR FABLE, IS IT? HAVE YOU SOME PIPE DREAM ABOUT FORCING ME TO WITH-DRAW MY $5000 OFFER FOR YOUR HUSBAND'S CAPTURE? NOT EXACTLY, MR. RACY! I'M HERE TO OFFER YOU $100,000 TO FIND HIM FOR ME!