Coral Gables Riviera-Times

Tuesday, November 11, 1947, page 7 (of 8)

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PUZZLE

By HARRY E. HESS Solution to Yesterday's Puzzle ACROSS 1 Creed. 7 Conde- scend. 13 Military storehouse. 14 Abducts. 16 Chance. 17 Aged. 18 Friend: Fr. 19 Places apart. 21 Soft metal. 22 Split. 24 Flout 25 Maine river. 26 Jejune. 28 Procure. 29 Scraped to- gether. 30 Garden plant. 32 Plainful- ness. 34 Reward. 36 Lack. 37 Portrayed. 41 Although. 45 Attack. 46 Sailor. 48 Taste. 49 California lizards. 53 Party: Fr. 54 Dividing. 56 Transgress. 57 Confined. 59 Like nard. 61 Legendary ruler of Britain. 62 Wounds. 63 Views. 64 Three-masted ves- sels. DOWN 1 Nonmetallic element. 2 Of the sum- mer. 3 Permit. 4 Arrow poi- son. 5 Deserves. 6 Soaring. 7 Outline. 8 Doorkeeper. 9 Advantage. 10 Single. 11 Participate. 12 Unites. 13 Masculine name. 15 Ecclesias- tical coun- cils. 20 Surveys. 23 Opponents. 25 Balloon's ballast. 27 Upright. 29 Staggers. 31 Still. 33 Turmeric. 35 Humiliates. 37 Twofold. 38 Makes nec- essary. 39 Pertaining to a sacred song. 40 Agent. 42 Deceitful. 43 Antiseptics. 44 Chords of three tones. 47 Creatures. 50 Thither. 51 Decoy. 54 Confound. 55 Courage 58 Fresh- water food fish. 60 English river.

CORAL GABLES COUNTRY CLUBBER

By GORDON TAYLOR Let's take our hats off to those theatre veterane who gave you such de luxe entertainment last week. "Outward Bound" was the sort of play that climaxed our theatre season for 1947, and the skill of the performers shows what talent there is among our membership. Nook Tuckerman, who did such valient work backstage on "Jason" and "Meet the Wife," proved himself a real Thespian by taking the audience from laughter to tears between frequent tea-highballs. From Mrs. Ernest Nitsche, Sidney Casell, Sylvia Furlong, Walter Ashby, Jackie Pierce, Henry Binns and Colin Drake we saw portrayals that can be tied but not surpassed. I left Bob McVoy's name last because his characterization of Rev. Duke showed remarkable warmth and sympathy. Guess you missed your calling, Bob. Meeting Tonight The plans call for a business meeting tonight in the Granada Room for all those interested in the theatre, at which time plans will be discussed for the first performance in 1948. Sylvia Furlong in the meantime will stage her show the Sunday night preceeding Xmas. We have great hopes for the glee club to be in high gear by then. Newly elected Director O. B. Sutton and Mrs. Sutton had new members George and Arlene Glassford as dinner guests last Saturday night and both of them were recruited for the glee club poste haste. Mrs. Glassford sings and plays the piano and Mr. Glassford just sings. Please take note, glee club chairman Charlotte Holcraft. Calling All Members Fashion Show Chairman Billy Hatting is calling on members from practically all of our club activities in making plans for her big night of nights. It is most pleasing to see the cooperation she asked for and gotten from the wearing apparel merchants in Coral Gables. Sometimes people forget how a little working together in a community club, such as ours, pays big dividends in plain, simple fun. To Perfection Mrs. Checker Norman, in cooperation with Checker, pulled off that new member deal last Wednesday night to perfection. She place-carded them at the chicken dinner and got them acquainted with each other, then she took them to the patio for general introductions all around. New President Earl De Noon was on hand to acknowledge introductions and help make their evening as pleasant as possible. New members on hand were Mrs. William Cann and Bill, Jr., Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bodamer, Mr. and Mrs. Albert Baker, Mrs. Mary Braswell, Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Pennington, Dr. and Mrs. Kenneth Wittich, Mr. and Mrs. W. Lamarr Smith, Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Saunders, Miss Helen Grace Warner, Mr. Albert Rich and his two guests, Mr. and Mrs. Donald H. Rumrill and son Jimmy, Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Jackson, Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Duhaime, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Ronco, Mr. and Mrs. L. G. Bunnell, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Claughton, Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Landers, Mr. and Mrs. James Neary, Mrs. Mary Jane Fly Moore, Mr. and Mrs. Washbish, accompanied by Miss Washbish and her guest, Mr. Ware from Miami Beach. Governor's Ball A lot of you members received invitations to the governor's ball in honor of the dedication of Cradon Park and Rickenbacker Causeway, held at the club last night. For your information the club looked like a movie version of the swanky south because of the cooperation of some mighty swell members. Chairman Leonard Usina called a meeting last Wednesday night of the members who were asked to help on the decoration job and we hereby hand out much, much credit to Mrs. James Petrecca, H. R. Wedemeyer and Albert Baker for all the floral display; Jim Lowry and Lloyd Lysinger for all the lights; Horace Cordes, Harry Easton and Bill Merriam for their planning and far-sightedness, and to Harley Pittman of the city parks department, and the fire department for the slicking up of the hurricane-battered coconut palms. This matter of cooperation also goes for the club staff who have yet to be on hand to help for any given occasion. This old cub has developed a way of making all who come near it fall in love with its friendliness and dignity and it has seen many fine people go from juniors to seniors, from courting to (Continued on Page 8)

Fitz-Gibbon, Rebozo High in Trap

Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 2616 De Soto Boulevard, won the trap handicap and trap doubles at Etchen's Shooting Country Club, with a 47 in the first event and 48 in the second, and another Coral Gables rifle entry, C. G. Rebozo, knocked off a 48x50 to place second in the trap, 16 yards field. The scores: TRAP, 16 YARDS-Al Pratte, 49x50; C. G. Rebozo, 48; Al Geleier, 48; Mac Johnson, 45; M. R. Randolph, 45; Joan Pfinzger, 43; Henry Atwood, 43; Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 43; Dr. C. F. McClanahan, 42; Ruth Atwood, 38; Bart Ginser, 37; C. F. Miller, 37; C. R. Heidenger, 43; Ruby Hansen, 39; John Fisher, 40; Chas. Fleming, 45. TRAP HANDICAP-Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 47x50; Al Pratte, 43; Joan Pfinzger, 43; Henry Atwood, 40; M. R. Randolph, 37; Bart Geiser, 36; Al Geleier, 36; C. B. Crouch, 38; Ruth Atwood, 32. TRAP DOUBLES-Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 48x50; Henry Atwood, 46; Bart Geiser, 45; M. R. Randolph, 39; Al Pratte, 31. SKEET-Bart Geiser, 50; Henry Atwood, 49; Al Pratte, 48; Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 47; M. R. Randolph, 47; W. M. Hampton, 46; Harry Russell, 46; Mac Johnson, 45; Al Geleier, 43; C. P. Miller, 38; Mrs. MciDiil, 38; C. R. Heidinger, 38; Maj. J. C. Ditto, 35. TRAP, 25 YARDS-Al Geleier, 21; Al Pratte, [?21?]; Maj. [?J. C.?] Ditto, 18; Henry Atwood, 17; Dr. T. L. Fitz-Gibbon, 16.

BARRY NOBLE

By Chuck Verral and Al Plastino YOU'RE CRAZY TO COME HERE, CHERRY. THE COPS ARE STILL LOOKING FOR YOU. THEY'LL BE LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY ELSE WHEN I GET THROUGH, GILES. WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU SHOT MY PARTNER, CROSS, RIGHT IN THIS ROOM, CHERRY. YOU SIGNED A CONFESSION. YES, I THOUGHT I'D KILLED HIM... UNTIL A FRIEND SENT ME THE DETAILS OF THE CORONER'S REPORT. CROSS WAS KILLED BY A SLUG FROM A .45. I HAD A .22. AND I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE OWNER OF THAT .45, GILES! DID YOU GET THAT, PEANUTS? ....HAND ME THAT ROPE QUICK! I'M GOING UP!

SMITTY

By Walter Berndt WHAT DO ALL YOU BOYS WANT? WE WANT TO VISIT HERBY! NOT TODAY- OUT YOU GO! IN YOU GO! THEY CAN'T LEAVE HERE - THIS PLACE IS QUARANTINED! Copyright, 1947, New York Herald Tribune, Inc.

THE GUMPS

By Gus Edson AH, MAMA--- I'M INDEED JOYOUS-- LOOK HOW INTERESTED THE DEAR GIRL IS IN HER FIRST ART LESSON! NEW BROOMS SWEEP CLEAN. I'M DYING OF CURIOSITY TO SEE THE RESULT OF HER FIRST ARTISTIC EFFORTS---AHA! SHE'S CALLING US! SUCH ARTISTRY! WONDERFUL! THAT FRUIT SEEMS SO REAL I COULD ALMOST REACH OUT AND TOUCH IT! THAT IS FRUIT, BIMBO. HERE'S MY PAINTING OF IT!!

HAROLD TEEN

By Carl Ed GNIGHT, PEG! IT WAS A SWELL PARTY COME AGAIN, KIDS- YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME WELL! ARE THEY GONE? THEY COULDN'T HAVE KEPT YOU UP UNCLE-- IT'S ONLY 10 O'CLOCK? IT ISN'T THE HOUR THAT WORRIES ME, MY SWEET, IT'S MY TUMMY-- I CRAVE A SNACK! OH! THAT'S NOT SO BAD! A SNACK? THAT'S WHAT TH' BOYS HAD! YIPE! IT'S EMPTY! PIGS! GLUTTONS SNACK INDEED!! GLORIFIED SMORGASBORD!

WINNIE WINKLE

By Martin Branner HMMM! TH' PLACE LOOKS KIND'A BARREN! BY GEORGE-I GOT SOMETHIN' WILL HELP FILL UP TH' EMPTINESS! I'LL GO HOME AN' GET IT! LATER IT WAS ONLY KICKIN' AROUND OUR ATTIC, ANYWAY! BOY, WILL I SURPRISE 'EM WHEN THEY SEE IT! STILL LATER...

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NEWS FROM NURSERY

The patter of little feet was heard at the head of the stairs. The party hostess motioned for silence. "Listen," she cooed. "The children are going to deliver their good-night message. It always does something to me when I hear them." There was a moment of hushed expectancy. Then from the head of the stairs: "Mom, Willie found another bed bug!"

REAL RETRIBUTION

A red-faced, exceedingly angry gentleman entered the office of the street car company and, seeking out the superintendent, shouted, "I have come here to get justice, sir, simple justice. Yesterday as my wife was leaving one of your cars she caught her sleeve on a carelessly placed projection and tore off a portion of her sleeve." "I am sorry to hear it," rejoined the superintendent, keeping cool and collected. "What do you expect us to do? Get her a new dress?" "Not on your tin-type!" barked the angry patron. "Nothing as simple as that." He reached into his pocket and brought out a small scrap of silk. Laying it on the superintendent's desk, he made his demand. "Justice—that's what I want!" he cried. "You just go out and match that piece of silk!"

WORTH THE WAIT

A movie showed on the screen a bevy of shapely girls disrobing for a plunge in a swimming hole. They had just taken off their hats, shoes and coats and were beginning to remove their dresses when a passing freight train dashed across the screen and obscured the view. After it passed, the girls were frolicking in the water. An old railroader sat through the show again and again. At length an usher tapped him on the shoulder. "Aren't you ever going home?" he asked. "Nothing doing," was his answer. "One of these times that train's gonna be late."

LOGICAL CONCLUSION

The court waxed hot. "Sir," stormed the defense lawyer, "you have admitted you were seated on the right side of the passenger coach where you couldn't see an extra track. Will you please explain to this jury how you can swear the line was double-tracked?" "Well," meekly answered the witness, "I could look across the aisle and through the coach windows. I saw a train whiz by occasionally, and took it that there was either a track under it or else this railroad had some mighty good railroaders."

THEY NEEDED IT

She had insisted on taking along every garment she owned. They arrived at the station loaded with baggage. "I wish," said the husband thoughtfully, "that we had brought your piano." "Now, let's try not to be funny," came the frigid reply. "I'm not trying to be funny," he sadly explained. "I left the tickets on it."