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THE KEY WEST CITIZEN The Key West Citizen Published dally (except Sunday) 6> L P. Artisan, owner aad pA Haber, from Tbs Citizen Building, comer of Grom* aad Ana Street* Only Daily Nswipapir in Key Wee* and Henree Cutty L. P, AITMAN Pubikfcer NORMAN P. ARTMAN _ Basiwsa Manager Entered at Key Weal. Florida, aa Second Qaae Matter TCLIPHOMIS UMI end MMt member el The Aiecie*ed Press The Aasodated Free* Is exclusively entitled to use for reproduction of all news dispatches credited to tt or oot otherwise credited fas this paper, aad also the local news here Member Florida Pram Association and Associate Dailies of Florida Subscription (by carrier), 25c per week; year. *13.20, by mail. SISJO ADVERTISING RATES MADE KNOWN ONAPPLICATIQM 11m Citizen is aa opea forum and invite* discussion of public issues and subject* of local or general interest, but tt will not publish anonymous communications. A* sown ON IMPROVEMENTS FOR KEY WEST ADVOCATED BY THE CITIZEN L More Hotels and Apartments. 2. Beach and Bathing Pavilion. L Airport*—Land end Sea. A Consolidation of County and Ctty Governments. L Community Auditorium. STATE DEPARTMENT DISMISSALS The latest count in the State Department of dismis sals since Dwight D. Eisenhower’s administration came into power is an impressive one. While figures for all employes, who were released on economy grounds and not given in the latest report, the complete figure for those released because they constituted a security threat are listed. These figures show that 306 State Department em ployes and 178 employes in stations abroad have been removed from their jobs since the Republicans took over. Altogether, security-caused releases have resultd in the dismissal of approximately 1500 government employes, in all departments, in this same period. In economy moves, the Administration has cut close to 100,000 persons off the public payroll, in all depart ments, and the process is still continuing, though at a slower pace. It is interesting to note that the security dis missals are aimed at those who commit acts “contrary to the best interest of national security.” This includes homosexuals, alcoholics, and others, as well was actual Communists or Communist sympathizers. THE INCOME TAX BITE The Department of Commerce issued a statement recently showing that about eight and a half per cent of the total family income of 1950 was paid to the Federal Government in income taxes. This figure may seem sur prisingly small to some, especially those who thought that many families paid more than fifty per cent of their income to the Government in income taxes. While there are families who pay income taxes in these high brackets, the number is so small that the na tional average income tax payment is eight and a half per cent of the total family income for the nation. The latest Commerce Department figures show Fed eral income taxes, in 1950, took eight per cent of the in come in the $7,500-SIO,OOO class family. Families and non-dependent individuals with incomes over SIO,OOO paid nineteen per cent of their income to the Federal; Government as income tax. An interesting part of the report is that which shows the national family income, before taxes, to have been about $4,460 in 1950. The report show* that family in come is up considerably but the average Federal income tax is not as high as many assume. We know a man who still says what he thinks. Crossword Puzzle ACROSS l.Owns 4. Old 8 Hepdstrorj 12-Notst home 13. Learning 14. Operltic melody 13. Eloquent ithXT IS Covered with thick black liquid 19. And: Greek 21. East: Indian plant 23 Equineanl* trial 27. Short Jacket 29 German river 21 Spike of corn 32 Talks idly 34. Live coala 36. Above: poetic *7. Former Russian ruler 39. Passage out 40. Type of car 41 Father: Italian 44. Angry 48. Third musical 49. Despise 61 Enlivened 64. Uniform 63. Musical sound 56. Before 57. Animal food 58. Units of work 68. Masculine nickname DOWN l. 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Err 1L Headpiect Clothing Exceeds Goal NEW YORK American relief for Korea says it has obtained 40,000 pounds more clothing for destitute Korean civilians than its 1953 goal of 10 million pounds. No Xmas Joys Loom Behind : Iron Curtain By RICHARD O'REGAN VIENNA OPt—lt looks like this is going to be the most miserable Christmas yet for 70 million East Europeans living behind the Iron Curtain. No Santa Claus, no Christmas trees, few presents, nothing spe cial to eat. Almost everywhere in Eastern Europe, Christmas used to be the great Christian festival of the year. Now the Communists are doing. their best to wipe it out. In fact, families who make a point of observing the traditional festivities will run the risk of trouble with the Reds. There will be no problem for millions of parents in choosing toys that wiU suit junior best. First of aU, the exchange of gifts is j frowned upon. Second, the Com 'munists admit that what toys there are are likely to fall apart. There may be community par ties for the kids, but they will be on New Year’s Day instead of i Christmas. And a typical party ! game they will play in Poland is called “How well do you know the six-year plan?” | Christmas trees, with red stars instead of angels on top of them, have new names. They are called ! “winter trees,” or “trees of the I republic,” or “New Year’s trees.” 1 Santa Claus and all his equiva lents have disappeared. Now it's , ‘ Grandfather Frost,” who comes i by special express train from Mos- Icow. Kids think of “Grandfather” in Russia, instead of Santa at the North Pole. Czechoslovakia's President An tonin Zapotocky summed up the new attitude on Christmas behind the Iron Curtain: “The story of the birth of the Christ child is only an exploiters’ myth . . . Times have changed The little Jesus has grown up and now is Grandfather Frost. He no longer is in tatters and naked, but well dressed in a fur hat and coat.” In Poland. Hungary, Romania gwcd Bulgaria, Communist leaders have made identical statements. What they mean is that throughout : all East Europe—predominantly Roman Catholic—the religious sig nificance of the holiday is being supressed and a drive is under way to eliminate it entirely. The aim is to substitute New Year’s Day as a celebration of the eco nomic planning year. Race Complaint WASHINGTON CW—The National Assn, for the Advancement of Col ored People has opened fire on racial segregation in railroad sta tions and restaurants. The NAACP filed a complaint with the Interstate Commerce Com mission naming 11 railroads, the* Richmond (Va.) Terminal Cos. and the Union News Cos. which runs a restaurant in Lhe Richmond sta tion. The organization termed its com plaint the first major challenge to segregation in railroad stations and station eating places. The complaint charges the rail roads are still trying to enforce segregation of interstate passen gers, despite Supreme Court rul ings to the contrary. Official reports show 6.400 Atlan tic salmon were caught in Nova Scotia this season. The largest as a 31-pounder taken from the- St. Mary's River JJlq Another Ghcufie By DON CAMERON ' LiA. .Trmrrr Chapter It BARBARA answered the tele phone. She said. "I read about someone rifling Dexter’s rooms. What else has happened?" “Nothing exciting,” said Mar tin. “Have you any pressing en gagements in the immediate fu ture?" “No. Why?" “Get a cab and pick me up at Seventy-third and Madison. We’re going for a ride." “Why don’t I use my car?" “Why not?" It was a dove-gray Cadillac convertible, groomed to perfec tion. ‘’Beautiful," he said, “but much too good for me." Her eyes twinkled. “For me. too, in Dad's opinion. He likes his cars conservative and styled for the ages." “I’m talking about the girl, not the car." “Oh? A very pretty compli ment, Martin. Now that that's set tled, where do we go?" “I don’t know. Anywhere. I thought we could talk things over. Ideas are rattling around inside my head like seeds in a gourd. One minute everybody's guilty and then all of a sudden nobody is. Maybe I ought to end my mis ery by looking up Cloud and con fessing.” ‘That’s a halfway smart sug gestion, Martin. The half about looking up Cloud is all right. His specialty is piecing together pat terns out of odd notion* and de ciding what evidence is needed to sew them together, isn’t it? You might be able to give him a lead ana he might be able to give you one." He shrugged. "You’re the driver. If we get further following your directions than we did following mme, I won’t be surprised." They found Cloud in his office in West 20th' Street, sitting alone at a bare desk, doing nothing. He greeted them pleasantly enough, but with an air of abstraction. Waving them to chairs, he said, “I have a present for the lady.” He brought a thin packet of let ters from his pocket, and offered them to Barbara. “My letters to Richard!" The True jStorp of Santa Glaus BY OLIVER O* BENNETT SERVER ■ DEAR CHILDREN: Wherever free people live and work and love and bring children into the world, Santa Claus is both fact and tra dition. One empty stocking can go a long way toward destroying faith, in the mind of a little child. Without faith, life approaches the state of hopelessness. If faith is maintained and nurtured, seeming ly impossible situations will be overcome eventually. Thus Sammy Clause bears the same relation to Santa Claus, that Satin bears to God. So, if you, yourself, really believe, you will find that Sammy —by horrible example—will be come an instrument to maintain faith, instead of destroying it by unanswered questions.—THE AUTHOR. CHAPTER THREE Ilf t OST folk don’t i|U even know about Sammy Claus; l mi rAl but * lf y° u ’ n come up real Oh close, I’ll tell you what a hor -1 rlble. terrible. A''** awful rascal w'CW 4s* Sammy really U.-L is. Sammy is <%*• even worse than a rvsc a 1. He never brushes his teeth, nor washes his face and hands, nor combs his hair. He never even takes off his clothes, when he goes to bed. Just imagine, sleeping with all your clothes on! Why Sammy even gets wrinkles in the .wrinkles in his clothes, and he doesn't smell very nice, either. Sammy never goes to church or Sunday school. In fact, his name isn’t really Sammy Claus. It was Sammy Carbuncle; but he is such a trouble-maker that he just changed it and started calling him self Sammy Claus, knowing he'd get the mailmen and other folk all mixed up. so he could spoil their Christmases for them. Once in a while he does. • • • THAT IS the kind of rascal Sammy is. Why he’ll go down to the corner fruit store and. If he can't steal any—while nobody is looking, he'll buy a great big bag full of beautiful, ripe, juicy, red apples — and he'll just sit and look at them until they all begin to spoil. Then he starts to eat them Sammy lives in a tumble-down house that leans this way and that way. Yes. and now I remember that part of it leans the other way, too. The grass is nearly as high as the rickety fence, which also leans this way and that way. In fact, the mail man has a hard time getting through the weeds and over the holes in the porch floor, but he has to deliver Sammy's mail, just like he delivers it to everybody else. He carries a clothes-pin in his pocket, and I hear he puts it on his nose every day, before he goes up on Sammy’s ! porch with the mail. He tells me ; Bin Night For Owl EPHRAIM, Utah tdß—Wally Dur fee reported that a hoot owl got into a coop of 4,000 10-week-oid New Hampshire chickens. He Cloud smile 4 The mail brought them. 1 don t suppose either of you sent them here, by any chance?" Martin said, “Certainly neither of us sent them. The murderer must have, after getting them from Searic." MARTIN repeated the results of his investigations, covering all the points of Clarabelle’s story that he considered important Cloud gnawed his lip. He said softly, "ft’s possible she killed Searle, but it would surprise me." “I don't think she did. I think she saw the killer either entering or leaving my place." “Anything better than just a hunch?" “She went so far as to tell me she knew I wasn’t the murderer, then modified it by saying that at least she was pretty sure. Later I spoke as if she'd mentioned seeing someone else she knew, and that scared her mto a fit She denied it. But all along I had the impres sion that she was holding some thing back.” Cloud made up his mind swift ly. “Come on. Ring, I want you to go visiting wuth me. Y'ou may come too, Miss Ennis, if you’d like.” “I would like. We can ride in my car.” There was no answer when they rang Clarabeile’s apartment from the lobby. But as they lingered indecisively, a boy came out and Martin held the inner door open with his foot. “Want to try upstairs. Cloud?" Cloud did, and Martin led the way to the second floor. He liftg . his hand toward the pearl button beside the door and jumped when Cloud grabbed him. Cloud's face was suddenly fierce. “No matches" Cloud warned. “No cigarettes.” His nostrils flared as he shook the knob, failing to turn it. Martin smelled it then, the heavy odor of illuminating gas. "Get back." Cloud snapped. “Out of my light.” He had a small leather kit of many flat keys in his hand; he selected one, tried to fit it to the lock, and, muttering I impatiently, tried another. Ths home of Sammy Claws Is awful—as yaw hart can mo. most of the letters he delivers there are in pretty scrawly hand writing, which is very hard to read. Now I suppose you are wonder ing why the FBI didn’t arrest Sammy long ago. So lean over, real close, because this is a deep secret and I don't want you to repeat it. They are after him. The Head Man told me so, the other night, when I got this far along with our facts and began wondering why the FBI hadn’t caught him already. Over the phor.e, the Head Man told me. very confidentially, that they never have too much trouble catching ordinary crooks; but Sammy is so dumb and so lazy that he never does anything. This makes him a very hard man to arrest. You see. if Sammy opened the Christmas letters, which he doesn't —because he is too lazy; or, If he read them, which he doesn't—be cause he was just too lazy to learn to read; they'd arrest him In a minute. They did go inside his place,, several times, when he was out after more apples—to let spoil before he started to eat them. • • • THEY EVEN picked up a lot of Christmas letters they found, right where the mailman left them; but the Head Man told me that ngit of the writing was pretty awful bad—so bad that they couldn't read very much of it—even in their newest and finest laboratory. So, you see. they really couldn't arrest him for anything. However, they are still after him, because the Head Man told me they were going to try . . . Gee, I promised him I wouldn’t tell about this— and we always have to keep a promise. ] found the owl still flying back and forth, trying to get out, the next [ morning. As he untangled the mass of ■ chickens piled up in a corner he ml f IZ3 The lock clicked, the opened. The sulphurous smell rolled over them. Martin cleared his lungs of the first breath of gas. He went to ward the kitchen doorway. To hie left, along the nearer wall, he saw a refrigerator as he reached the doorway, and a sink, and— Clara be!>e. She lay across the chairs with her flaxen head thrust all the way into the oven of the gas stove be yond the sink. Cloud leaned against the case ment of the open window, holding a sheet of lemon-yellow notepa- Gr gingerly with his fingertips, iking at it. “Dead?” Martin asked hoarsely. The detective nodded and looked at the paper for a moment more, then laid it carefully on the enameled top of the oven. The detective bent down and carefully raiaed a strand of ha.r behind the right ear. Martin moved closer; a tingle went through him as he saw a purple swelling over the base of the skull e bruise the sise of a silver dollar. Behind him Barbara said ‘Dh!" Her face was dead white and her eyes, distended with horror, seemed unable to tear themselves away from the dead woman. He put his arms around her gently and turned her. “Stay where you are, both of you,” Cloud said harshly, leaving the kitchen. "Don’t move and don’t touch anything. Til be right back." He went into the front room and Martin heard him at the telephone. He craned his neck, trying to decipher the purple-inked scrawl on the yellow notepaper. It was Clarabelle’s handwriting. His lips formed the words: “To the police: I killed Richard Searle. He gave me no choice.” The message waa unsigned, but there was a large blob of ink at the end of the final sentence and several smaller splashes trailed across the sheet Barbara said, her voice muffled against Martin’s chest, "Isn’t there anything that can be done?" "Not fo,* her." he murmured. "Not now." I Ssmmy is such a rogue that ths postman can't get anything on him either. He never answers his which he can’t —because the door* bell doesn’t ring; and besides he is too lazy to fix it, even If he knew how. So the mailman just shoves the mail through a big hole in Sammy's front door—which la the same hole that Sammy’a pet skunk. Stinky, climbs in and out through; and I guess that a skunk is the only animal that could stand living in the same house with Sammy. • • • TRUTHFULLY, they are both so terrible that I thought it over sev eral times—and then I put perfume in my ink, before writing this—and I really had to write It You see, I thought it would be a good Idea to tell you all about this whole situation now—just In case any single childish letter (which you. the reader. Is powerless to answer properly) does go astray, on its w?,v to Santa Claus, and ends up in Sammy’s unsympathetic hands. I pray that such a dire thing never happens to you; but. If It does, now you will know just bow and why It happened. Please don’t ever lose faith in Santa Claus, as long as you live Dark clouds may keep us from seeing the sun rise tomorrow morning; but we all know that it will arise. Looking at those dark clouds, we all know that the sun is ack of them—shining in aU its glorious splendor—and, when the clouds pass. Its glowing warmth gives us courage and restores our faith that it was there all the time. We must forever keep the same kind of faith in Santa Claus. NEXT—Sleigh or Airplone- H' the Same I counted 1,537 of them dead. He ec : timated the loss at $1,350. ! World production of wood in IMB was about a billion tons., \n\n NOTAS CUBANAS Pee BAOUL ALPXZAR POYO TODO LLEGA . . . Acércae a mi corazón . . . Que en su interior han florecido de nuevo las fragantes siemprevivas, que prendieran en el sagrario de, tu alma buena ... Yo conservo en mi pecho completamente intac tas, todas mis ternuras de padre y de artista. Ven hacia mi ... Yo procuraré que tu vida sea un maravilloso surtidor, donde canten sus aguas perfumadas, la canción de la esperanza. Al compás epita lamios sonoros, volarán las azules libélulas del ensueño y surgirán a plenitud, todas las añoradas consagraciones ... Tu ignorarás siempre el milagro que realizaste en mi alma acongo jada. Tu no sabras jamás, que viví esperándote siempre, deseán dote siempre . . . Soñando con que alguna vez Regarías hasta el alcazar de mis desventuras y mis angustias, para sembrar en sus jardines simbólicos, rosas de ternura, capaces de plasmar el Ideal, haciéndolo tangible . . . Tu has sido, compañera buena, resurrección y serenidad en mi vida . . . Llegaste al fin y con el rocío maravilloso de tu compren sión, hiciste nacer retoños nuevos, en los viejos rosales casi mústios ... Y en el jardín interior, sur gieron lindos botones, que colmaron mi espiritu' de ideales, de ensueños y de esperanzas . . . Has sido milagrosa, porque | siempre fuiste buena ... Tu palabra es un maravilloso cordial para mis profundas inquietudes. Llegaste a mi vida, cuando el otoño con sus nieblas, comenzaba a poner sombras en mi alma. Y tú, al penetrar en mis sobresaltos, me llevaste a oficiar en la misa del amor ... De un amor religioso, de un amor sereno, que tiene el suave y caricioso misticismo de las cosas santas . . . Al encontrarte, pareció como si un bello arcoiris presagiara en mis angustias inquietantes, la apari ción de un Sol de felicidad a plenitud ... Y las horas que he vivido y vivo junto a ti, semejan magnificas albas, en que el rosicler me anuncia dias de radiante Sol, en que las penas se disuelvan y las frecuentes contrariedades se tornen un horas de inefables venturas . . . Mucho tiempo te esperé, mi dulce compañera ... Te aguardé, como aguarda el primer rayito de Sol. el blanco pétalo de un jazmín mañanero . . . Como espera la caricia de la brisa, la arboleda en caima . . . Como esperan las aguas dormidas del lago tranquilo, el plateado rayo de Luna, que riela serenamente en la paz solemne y emotiva, de una noche prima veral . . . Asi te estuve esperando mucho tiempo. Y cuando mis labios se unieron a los tuyos, sentí como sij descendiera del mismo cielo un arcángel, para tocar con sus alas mis sienes febriles por el deseo . . . Desde entonces, lo eres todo en mi vida ... Tu cariño y tu aten ción. han sido para mi, a manera de un oásis pletórico de serenidad, donde he hallado la paz que tanto deseó mi espiritu, siempre agitado por las traiciones y las pequeñeces de la existencia en plena lucha . . . Tu supiste borrar y hacer des aparecer las sombras de dolor, las brumas de mis tristuras intimas. De mis desengaños fre cuentes, para poner en el ce laje, la blancura inmaculada de tu alma de azucena y la bendición de tu frase tierna y oportuna . . . Acaso por desearte tanto, tal vez por soñarte tanto, tardaste en llegar, pero llegaste cuando más crueles eran mis angustias, cuan do mayor soledad envolvía mi alma. Cuando ya casi había perdido las mejores esperanzas y creía que todo había terminado para mi . . . Tu llegada fué una verdadera clarinada y al llegar a mi, encen diste de nuevo los cirios* de mi corazón ... Y has trocado mi existencia en un oasis, donde crecen las verdes palmeras del ensueño y tus labios han sido el manantial inagotable, donde he bebido ternuras, que antes me eran desconocidas . . . Ternura y comprensión, son como dos brazos, que cuando se juntan en apretado lazo, parece que impregnan el espiritu de sá vias nievas, de fecundas ilusiones y que plasman, eternamente, el deseo de vivir, de saborear con las postreras claridades de mi otoño ya en decadencia, los destellos de una radiosa aurora de luz . . . La vidas es cruel para los que toman el camino del bien y de la honestidad. Es camino pleno de zarzales, donde las pobres zapati llas del caminante, se quiebran y destruyen. Pero, si surge una dulce Verónica que nos enjugue el sudor y nos calme nuestra sed de sereni dad, ese mismo camino, se toma en sendero florecido, em briagándonos con sus perfumes de Ideal . . . Yo había perdido las postreras esperanzas . . . Pero llegaste tú, como llegan los ángeles junto al i lecho del dormido niño, para regar 'simbólicamente sobre la tersura de su frente ingénua, las condo ; rosas violetas de la dicha. Tu ¡llegada, hizo repicar las companitas I azules de mi corazón. Y al besarte, ;se consagraron silenciosamente todos mis anhelos y me pareció que nacía de nuevo a una vida amable y buena. A una vida que antes no había podida disfrutar. Si los hombres supieran la mag nitud del tesoro que es una com pañera dulcemente buena y com prensiva. Si los hombres pidieran despojarse de pasiones bastardas, de deseos malvados, para consa grarse a la dulce compañera de su ¡vida, seguramente no habrían ho gares destrozados, ni familias en bancarrota . . . Pero hay un torpe anhelo de 'conquista en la mayoría de noso tros. Hay un peligroso afán de superioridad, que suele llevarnos por caminos de perdición. Y cuando recogemos los fatales re sultadcs de nuestra imprevisión, culpamos a la vida, en vez de culpamos nosotros mismos de nuestros errores y de nuestras eróticas lucubraciones . . . Por eso al llegar tv Junto a mi. todo eso que fué parte de mi pasada existencia, se desdibujó y una re surrección magnifica prendió en leí simbólico tabernáculo de mi corazón adolorido y sentí como si nuevas corrientes sanguíneas lo agitaran, haciéndole latir con más premura, como si fuera el amable anuncio de una felicidad, por tantos años esperada . . . Ha sido un milagro ! ... Tu fuiste la virgencita que lo provocó. Por eso me siento tan unido a ti, que solo la muerte y aún ella misma, cuando traspase los um brales del incierto más allá, me permitirá beudecirte, por el bien que me hiciste . . .