The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-07-14
FOUR Bt NO OATES
81 EdWin. Rult


of the East brothers or nothing.
Well, do you agree or do we.
wrangle some more?"
Let it go, " Van said.
@Okay with you, Jurrbo?"
aOkay.
Taclxs sighed with relief. That's
that then All right Van, Choose
your partner.
Hardness scanned the directory.
Here's my baby, he announced
in a minute Miss Dorothy South.
Lives in a swell neighborhood-
too"
"You're next, Jumbo" Tacks
pasSedghin the book. "Snag your
self a tall, stream-lined blonde out
of the Vests
Think Macs in here?" Jumbo
asked hopefully.
There was quite an assortment
of West ladies, Jumbo discovered.
He selected q Miss Luella.
i @A1l right, Tacks!" Steele said.
Lets see you draw a number
now. You've done all the talking
so far and no acting. Come onl'ss
] Tacks looked into the Jungle of
Norths.
'sH'ml" he said. "Not what you'd
call a wide range, but here she IS!
Miss Patricia North East 66th
Street. Bet she's a ferocious red
head with viper's tongue. just
my luckl" 4 q
sWeII, now we've got this set
tied" Bill said, whats the next
Tacks glanced at his watch. Its
getting late. I'd say have dinner
here. Then, after it, wen try this
thing out with one of US as the dog.
Ny idea is to roll the bones to see
which of us goes out and tries his
luck tonight. How about that?"
The others nodded agreement.
Low Man
GLARS, presumably tired Of Ala
y bama, fell upon New York City.
Under the glow Of its electric
lights, with the neat bar and its
bottles and shining glasses and
Gus in his immaculate white coat,
the terrace of the Penguin Club
looked as gay and festive as roof
garden. From below came the rest
less sounds Of the city, nlinimized
by the lofty, snooty position Of the
Penguin Club.
Tacks Adams brandished. his
closed fist above his head. It made
a clicking sound.
8 "Alr set?" he inquired. "Low
man has to go to work tonight
"Rightp' the other three agreed.
Tacks spoke to the dice. rJust
treat me right, babies. Big Dick or
box cars. I'm not particular. He
rolled the dice out on the table.
a six and a Ave showed up.
Tacks sat back. grinning.
That's sure to let me ont" he
said. your dice. Bill"
Steele rolled a nine and was
reasonably safe. Then Van Hark-
ness achieved, naught but q FIVE. Z
Looks like I'm the white
haired boy" he SAIL gaily. "But do
/ care? / fear no woman1ivipg."
Jumbo Cutler was rubbing the
dice between his palms.
= Come on, .b6nests he crooned.
"Jus' q lfIsixtus will do. All right,
honeys, do your stuff Then he
spun them out. and like lightning
the pleased expression vanished
from his face. His eyes hulged, all
most with fright. "UuuuhI AW,
geei AW honest, fellows. j
can't 60 first. ! simply can't"
The dice, lying placidly on
the table, registered four, Tacks
laughed delightedly,
do, my eyes deceive me-" he
said. .or is that Little Joe? Little
Joe, it isl Well, Jumbo my boy,
your honor. just put on that nice
rakish Panama hat of yours,
straighten that goSh-awful tie and
fare forth into the night"
"GoSh, this-this is terrible
walled Jumbo piteously. "What,li
I say2 What'll I do2" $50
He arose and stood over them,
acute distress written large on his
ample face. 80
Continued tomorrow.