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The Key West Citizen
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Haber, from Tbs Citizen Building, comer of Grom* aad Ana Street*
Only Daily Nswipapir in Key Wee* and Henree Cutty
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and subject* of local or general interest, but tt will not publish
anonymous communications.
A* sown ON
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.
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 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
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8 Hepdstrorj
13. Learning
14. Operltic
13. Eloquent
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thick black
19. And: Greek
21. East: Indian
23 Equineanl*
27. Short Jacket
29 German
21 Spike of corn
32 Talks idly
34. Live coala
36. Above: poetic
*7. Former
39. Passage out
40. Type of car
41 Father:
44. Angry
48. Third
49. Despise
61 Enlivened
64. Uniform
63. Musical
56. Before
57. Animal food
58. Units of work
68. Masculine
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Solution of Y eat onlay's Puzzle
18. English river
20. Sound of
the throat
22. Letter of the
24. Put forth
23. Hindu
26. Former 1 v
27. Epic poem
28. Source at
30. Scolding
33. Volcano
33. College in
28. News organ*
4L Catkin
43. Silver coins
43. Tropical
47. Greek com
bining torm
used in
tion names
48. British
49. Edge of a
50. Hail
31. Light repact
53 And no*
1 To the right
of a vessel
4. Foreign
6. Beneficence
6. Sea bird
7. Writing table
8. Wireless
9. Exist
10. 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
VIENNA OPt—lt looks like this
is going to be the most miserable
Christmas yet for 70 million East
Europeans living behind the Iron
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
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
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
' 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
“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
‘’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
‘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
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
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
] 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
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
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
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
• • •
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.,

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 . . .

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