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THE fur WifT CITIZEN
The Key West Citizen
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IMPROVEMENTS FOR KiV WEST ADVOCATED
•V THE CITIZEN
L Mon Hotels and Apartments.
A Beech end Bathing Pavilion.
K Airports—Lend and See.
A Consolidation cf County and City Governments.
1 Community Auditorium.
NEW BOOKLET ON NAZIS
The Government of Chancellor Konrad Adenauer
recently published an official bulletin, reviewing a book
let telling the etory of the Nazi persecution of Jews. The
bulletin Admitted that Herr Hermann Graml’s account of
th persecution is a “factual presentation."
Graml’s book tells a horrible story of what is termed
the Crystal Night, of November 9-10,1938. On that night,
the program that resulted in death for 6,000,000 Jews
got underway in earnest.
The Government bulletin did not mince its words in
describing other atrocities committed by the Nazi Gov
ernment. For instance, the bulletin noted that the same
leaders who murdered the Jews by the millions did not
value other human life more highly when these Nazi
leaders sacrificed the lives of Germans in wholesale num
bers after the war was already lost.
We are glad to see the West German Government
attempting to educate the German people on the extent
and seriousness of these Nazi atrocities. It has been some
what disturbing to watch tha growth of semi-Nazi move
ments in West Germany in recent years and, certainly
the Government bulletin supporting the latest account of
Nazi anti-Semitism is a courageous attempt by the Ger- 1
man Government to remind the people of the bestial tac
tics of the Nazis.
Don’t believe anything you hear at cocktail parties.
When you get right down to it, life is a grim busi
ness for those without money.
Balanced judgment is a rare commodity, and one of
the highest forms of human progress.
Congress will meet again in a little over a month;
then the confusion will start all over again.
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Thursday. December 17, IVS3
—
NEW YORK (B—A cry Is sweep
ing the land for the abolition of
wild office Christinas parties.
This is indeed a worthy cam
paign, and I am glad to enlist in
the tause. It will be remembered
I was among the first to point out
last year it was high time we got
rid of the growing menace of the
bustle and also contributed heavily
'to a fund to wipe out the dinosaur
and the sabre-tooth tiger.
And what about the woolly
; rhinoceros in America? Is nobody
I going to attack him?
The trouble with our current
i crusade against the wild office
Christmas party is one that af
flicts many drives against other
forms of sin. By the time we get
our dander up about it, we find it
already quietly has expired, and
the only way we can show our
virtue is to go out and kick the
tombstone.
It seems to be it’s about that
way with the annual Christmas
office orgy. A recent Sunday maga
zine article claimed they are
getting rowdier each year. But.
frankly I no longer would know
where to look to find one, in order
to denounce it. And nothing takes
Hal Boyle
Says
’the fun out of any campaign
against *sin like the inability to
find it.
Wives and other bosses began
toning down office parties some
years back. The first thing they
did was throw them out of the
office and start holding them in'
restaurants and rented halls.
The year the first wife showed
up at an office Christmas party
spelled the downfall of its mad
revelry. Who wants to play that
merry old game, •‘Let’s chase the
| stenographer around the water
cooler,” with a wife looking on?
That cooled down the office bar
gain basement satyrs—but quick.
Sure ruined Christmas for many a
homely stenographer, too.
The average office party today
is about as sinful as an Easter
egg rolling or an old-fashioned
lawn social. It has no more of an
antic note than a high school
spring prom. Mama leads papa to
the frolic like a tame bear on a
leash, and his ears echo with her
i stern ultimatum, “Take one trip
too many to that punch bowl,
Buster, and home you go.”
They search you at the door to
make sure you haven’t hidden any
mistletoe in your pocket. There is
a dance band to play civilized
music, and the office quartet sings
a sedate number from the floor
instead of leading college cheers
from the top of a desk. Asa
matter of fact, they don’t even
have a desk in the joint a fellow
can fall from and break a leg,
and get a well-deserved rest on
full pay.
The other evening I looked In a
restaurant room and saw a group
of bank employes wearing paper
hats and looking glumly at one
another. One old-timer was crying
softly, and I asked him re
spectfully:
“Is this a memorial service for
one of the bank officials?”
“No,” he said, as the tears rolled
down his cheeks, “this is our an
nual office Christmas party.”
“Don’t you hold it in the bank?”
I Inquired.
“We used to,” he said, “until
the year one of the fellows began
making paper airplanes out of SIOO
bills and sailing them out a
window.”
That was what was wrong with
the old office Christmas parties—
some guy always went just a bit
too far. and ruined it for all time.
A friend, who formerly enjoyed j
joining in the annual chase to j
catch the boss’s secretary, said !
his office had given up parties I
altogether.
“You mean you finally got com-j
mon sense?” I asked.
“No,” he replied. “The secretary!
just got so middle-aged it no longer
was much fun to catch her—even
to tba boss himself.”
Perhaps somewhere there still
will be a real rowdy office Christ
mas party this season, one that
looks like the hanging gardens of
Babylon swept by a hurricane. If
I locate it. I intend to join in the
times* sake—and then denounce it I
m the strongest possible terms j
Joyeux Noel has departed from
the office, leaving behind it a sign)
saying: “Gone home.” And, oL,
course, that’s where it belongs.
Since 1950, the C. S. Census Bu
reau has printed enough books a
bout the census of that year to fill j
a three foot shelf and more books i
are on the way.
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road paving at Patrick AFB with
$900,558, the District Corps of En
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Chapter 20
"’LOUD returned to the kitchen
v -* doorway. He ioa’.ed at both
of them sharply. Barbara Lfted
her head and freed herself from
Martin's arms; she was careful
not to look again toward the
stove.
Cloud said. “She didn't do it
herself "
Martin tried to interpret his
some' ow meaningful inflection.
"How about the note?” he asked.
"I’ll show you" The detective
started back for the living room
"Don't walk on the rug; use the
floor."
They followed. Cloud stopped
by the writing desk and pointed
to a fountain pen, uncapped, lying
on the blotter.
"She wrote it with that She
wasn't alone; someone stood here
at her shoulder, making her write,
either by threat or trickery. He
had this in ha hand—" Cloud in
dicated a heavy silver candlestick
at the nearer end of the mantel,
one of a pair with globes the size
of a man’s list at the base. "The
bottom is filled with lead. There
are traces on it. showing how he
used it"
“That bruise behind her ear,”
Martin said.
“He hit her just as she finished
the second sentence. The point of
the pen dug into the paper and
spattered ink across the note; it’s
bent out of shape. That's why I
think perhaps he tricked her If
it was supposed to be her own
confession, made in fear of death,
he'd have waited for her to sign;
but if he was pretending to dic
tate his own confession, which
she expected him to sign, he
wouldn’t wait"
Martin drew a long, gusty
breath, seeing with his mind ev
erything except the features of
the other person who had been in
the room.
“And- then," Cloud said, point
ing again, "he dragged her to the
kitchen. There are her slippers
under the desk as they fell from
her feet. There are the two fur
rows in the pile of the rug where
tier heels touched the floor."
i’T'HEOCGH th* open doorway
) * Came the noise of several pairs
of Jstl on the stairway and ui the
hall A policeman m u'uform came
.first; he stopped on the threshold
, arsci looked inquiringly at Cloud.
while three or four p.sirtelothes
; men, carrying a huge suitess* and
various smaller cases, gathered
j behind him. Martin recognized
two of Ac men and nodded,
j Cloud disappeared briefly into
the bedroom as the men en rd,
then emerged and beckoned to
Martin and Barbara. “You two
wa:t in here where you won’t be
i underfoot. I doubt if anything m
this room will help us, but just in
i case I’m wrong, please don't romp
| around onnecessardy."
In a sense, Martin felt he was
partly responsible for w hat had
• happened to Clarabellc If he had
i not called on her and planted fear
Jin her mind it might have been
different.
Quite likely she had hastened
her doom. He could imagme her,
childishly troubled, at the tele
phone, pronouncing her own death
sentence; "He knows I teas there.
. . . I'm afraid he suspects. ... I m'
afraid . . *
But who tea* the killer, the
man who had been shrewd enough
to hit upon a simple and convinc
ing scheme to solve hi* problem
at her expense, yet clumsy enough
so that Cloud had broken down
the pretense within five minute*?
He thought of Clarabelle's first
husband. Dexter, who had been
loyal after all other non had for
saken her Dextejr.uid given her
money and promised more; but he I
had done that often, long before j
any question of murder had
arisen, not to buy favors, but out
of steadfast love and pity.
He thought of Emits. It was dif
ficult to picture the publisher as
a murderer the first time, out
with that hurdle taken it was
absurdly easy to assume that he
would kill again.
Martin thought of Morrissey,
and there was the most impres
sive suspect of all, by tempera
ment, report and such intangible
evidence as was available.
Barbara said, “It doesn't seem
real. Who would be capable of
such an awful thing?”
fcrf'/l
"Whoever was capable of kill
mg Searie." Martin replied, wish
ing with all hi* heart that six
might have been spared this.
"But she was so pathetic, aa ka
offensive."
f * I gueas a murderer has to uka
J his victims as they come. He can't
aide them for their pitiable ec
hateful qualities, but only bee*use
j they re in his way."
“It* co dreadful, so frightes*
J ing."
IIE LEANED forward and put
| * * his hand over hers, lying on
j the arm of the chair. He said,
j This time thev're almost sura to
| catch him. He ll be twice as vul-
I nerable. They’ll be able to elimi
in to some suspects in the first
murder who couldn't possibly
have done this one—as they*ve
eliminated Clara belle already
and th.it will let them concentrate
on the ones who are left"
"How long will they keep ua
here?"
“Cloud wants to talk to aa.
Right now he’s busy rounding up
all the self-evident facta. The
medical examiner will be here
and Cloud will want him to guess
at the time of death. HeU nave
special orders to five, erranda to
send men on. Then. I imagine,
he'll get rid of us as soon a* he
can."
"1 wish he’d hurryshe said.
She rested her head against the
back of the chair and closed her
eyes. Her hand beneath his was
still, her breathing was hardly
perceptible. She seemed to be
asleep, lost in a grave and remote
dream. He looked st her for a
long tune, sensible only of a deep,
persistent yearning.
Scarcely knowing what he wag
doing, he leaned over and kissad
her lips.
Her eyes opened slowly. There
was no expresion in their hazel
depths, or els* there was an un
fathomable expression.
"Why did you do that, Mar
tin?"
“Because I wanted to."
He was about to kiss her agafci *
because he wanted to. more than
he had ever wanted anything,
when the door opened.