anaheim-gazette 1952-02-18

ALFRED BUT, MISTER! I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR COW! I FOUND HER ON THE MOON, AUD- TH'M MOONLY THAT'S A BARE-FACED LIE. ANY YEAR KNOW IT! DON'T YOU CALL ME A BARE-FACED LIAR? I'M SIR DAKY DOAKS OF KING CORNYS, AND NEVER LIE! KIN TELLIN' ME! SCORCHY SMITH THE WHOLE ASTAR SPACE FLEET FLORTING AROUND US IN FRAGMENTS. OUTSIDE ETHER RADIATION READINGS? DIFFUSE AND VARIABLE! RANGE, PULL TO 3200. WE COULD GET SUCH RESUMES FROM GEOCIC RANES. BUT NO ONE PLACE WOULD THERE A TRUCK CHY SMITH DICKIE DARE MAYBE THOSE SHOTS MISSED ME BUT THEY LEFT NASTY HOLES IN THE BOAT! AOLD YOUR FIRE, MEN, THE CADET IS HELPLESS NOW! HELP KEETA ROLL OUT THE OTHER SAILING DINGHY THE BLACK COUNT WILL TAKE PLEASURE IN THROTTLING THAT CADET WITH HIS BARE HANDS! COURON WADON ADV. OF PATSY! THERE AIN'T BEEN A GOOD MISSING JAWF FIENT IN THIS HEARS! I'M GONN' BACK UP TO THE BIG CITY FEELS! BUT ONE'S GONNA BE POPPIN' NOW! MOUNTAIN HONEY OH, DIANA! WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE DADDY TO BUY YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, DIANA? ON, DA-A-M-AR PLEASE DON'T GO TO A WHOLE LOT OF BOTHER JUST FOR LITTLE OUD ME. JUST GET ME ANYTHING AT ALL — JUST ANYTHING MYRA...THAT GAL WHO TOOK THE BANK'S MONEY..SHE DROPPED ONE LITTLE CLUE THAT MAY GIVE ME A CHANCE TO HELP HER!! I'M SURE SHE DIDN'T DO IT FOR HERSELF...SHE NEEDS HELP...AND I'M GOING TO FIND HER! PETERS! NOW DON'T GO GETTING YOURSELF MIXED UP IN THIS YOU'LL WIND UP IN AN ANFUL MESS!--PLEASE PETERS! THAT WAS LIKE PLEADING WITH NIGARA TO STOP FALLING! DANE MORRIS I'M SIR DALY DOAKS, A KNIGHT OF KING CORNYS, AND KNIGHTS NEVER LIE! THANK YE KINE-LY FER TELLIN' ME! WEBBE YE DIDN'T HAVE A WHIMSY FOR A GUERNSEY! PERHAPS IF YOU'D GIVEN YOUR COW A GOOD HOME SHE WOULDN'T HAVE TREED TO JUMP OVER THE MOON! SHE'S GOT A GOOD HOME, YOUNG FELLER! SHE GITS A BALL DIET-JAN'LL ALLOW HER TO THINK SOUND OF SOFT, SOOTHING MUSIC! WE COULD GET SUCH MERGINGS FROM COSmic Rays. BUT NOT HERE IN ONE PLACE! COSmic Rays WOULD BE GREADY! THESE ARE VARIABLE ... TURBULENT! THAT'S WHAT DESTROVED THE ASTAR FLEET...AND VERY RECENTLY ATOMIC AWESURE! WHILE LEBA THE 'BRAIN', MOUBIS HER FATHER'S DEATH, SCORCHY COMMANDS ASTAR SPACE SHIP'S SURROUNDED BY THE GRUESOME ROOTEAM OF ASTAR'S WRECKED SPACE FLEET... THE BLACK COUNT WILL TAKE PLEASURE IN THROTTLING THAT CADET WITH HIS BARE HANDS! HE'S AFTER ME! IT'S A SAILBOAT RACE... WITH LIFE OR DEATH AT STAKE! IT IS LIKE THE COUNT PREFER TO STRANGLE CADET DARE! KEETA ADVISES NOT TO WORRY ALREADY THE COUNT CLOSES THE GAP... IF DAT CADET MAKES A GETAWAY, WE'RE PRESSURE COOKED—AN'D COUNT DIDN'T TAKE NO GUN! GEE, YOUR NAME IN LIGHTS? MOUVE GOT IT MADE NOW! JUNIE WICCOI MOUNTAIN HONEY ON PERSON SHR.R. JUST GET ME ANYTHING AT ALL—JUST ANYTHING I CAN ALWAYS EXCHANGE IT FOR SOMETHING I REALLY WANT. WHY, NO— SHARA ISN'T HERE—WHAT CALLING, PLEASE MODEST MAIDENS Trademark Registered U.S. Patent Office OH, PETERS, I WISH YOU WOULDN'T GO CHASING OFF AND GETTING MIXED UP IN THIS AFFAIR OF THE GIRL WHO DISAPPEARED WITH THE BANKS' MONEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I DON'T KNOW YET, MYR... I GOT JUST ONE LITTLE CLUE AND I GOT NO IDEE WHERE IT'LL LEAD TO... I'LL KEEP IN TOUCH WITH YOU! PETER'S TOOK THE BACK STREETS TO THE DEPOT... NOT THAT HE HAS ANYTHING TO HIDE... IT'D JUST BE EASIER IF HE DOESN'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN TO THE SHERiff WHERE HE'S GOING! AND BLAT! AND BLAT! CAR 52- BLAT BLAT-TBLAT-GTC. SHE GITS A BALANCED DIET-AW'S ALLIZ MILK HER TO TH' SOUND OF SOFT, SOOTHIN' MUSIC! COLD HANDS, MY FOOT! THAT DERN COW JEST DON'T HAVE NO APPRECIATION! SOMETIMES A HORSE DOESN'T HAVE ANY, EITHER! MINE HAS BALKED AND NOW I'VE GOTTA DO SOMETHING TO UN-BALK HER! GOR, NO COLLISION WITH A COMET OR OTHER SPACE ACCIDENT COULD HAVE WIPED OUT THE WHALE FLEET! WHO ARE ASTAR'S ENEMIES? THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF THIS IS KREEG!! KREEG? WHO'S KREEG? HAVE WIPED OUT THE WHOLE FLEET! IT IS LIKE THE COUNT TO PREFER TO STRANGLE CADET DARE! KEETA ADVISES NOT TO WORRY—ALREADY THE COUNT CLOSES THE GAP... COULON WAUGH EVIDENTLY THE BLACK COUNT IS AN EXPERT SAILOR... LOOK AT THE SITUATION NOW! MY SONG!! STOLEN BY A LOW-LIFE,THEEVIN WIGGINS! JUDGERUNNER RAINEY THE HILLBILLY SONGWRITER RETURNS TO THE BIG CITY!! WHY, NO — SHARON ISN'T HERE — WHO IS CALLING, PLEASE? BILLY COOK?! OH, YES! I'VE HEARD 50-0-0 MUCH ABOUT YOU— THIS IS SMARON'S HUNDRED-AND-FIFTEEM FOUND, FIVE-FOOT-FOUR, BLUE-EYED GIRL FRIEND, DIANA. MODEST MAIDENS Trademark Registered U.S. Patent Office JAY ALAN2-16 "NATURALLY SHE'S A FORTUNE HUNTER—CANT YOU SEE THAT MILLION DOLLAR LOOK?"