Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, August 25, 1957, Image 63

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, LETTER toDAY, ) EXPECTJN'A .J . ME-S-SEPARATED-Jl i AM I KIMAHGlT ORIGINAL SAVINS ' ' HE IS COMIN' BACKW VOU FEED ASNAKE.J
tORM?. VC MERE COMICAL L x ' UAKELPJf I K? MAIJ'SHEART IS S 2rJJ M'r ( 2SiHr- T-$.
Oar Storg sador shakes his pist at
PRINCE VALIANT. 'THAr D STAU.OA
tfM AO OM SHALL r HE SHOUTS. THEN HS
ARMS HIMSELF TO MAKE GOOD HIS
BOAST
WITH MOUNTING ANSCT M. PRCPABBS '
FORCCVWBAT. THE SENSELESS BRUTAlr
rry of sador, who woulp wreak
VENGEANCE ON A .HORSE, HAS AROVS
HIS WRATH. . v , !
VW. CALMS THB PEAT STALLION WITH '
SOOTHING WORDS WHILE HE IS BEING
SADDLED, FOR IT WILL YET BE MANY A
LONG DAY ERE THE SPLENDID HORSE.
FORGETS WAN'S CRUELTY.
WHEN VAL REACHES THE MEADOWS SADOW IS ALREAtV.
THERE, WAITING. MANY KNIGHTS HAVE RIDDEN OUT FROM
'CAMEIOTTO SEE THE CONTEST, AMONG THEM SIR fAWAJN
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VVTTHOUT VWTTNG FOR ThS SXSNALTO BEIN, SAPOR CMARGS..
TOVAL'S HORROR THE POINT OF THE LANCE IS A1M6D AT
THE RED STALLION'S THROAT 1.
'THF AMGRV ROAR OF THE ONLOOKERS
TURNS TO SHOUTS OF APPROVAL AS
VAL"S LANCE CLUBS HIS OPPONENT'S
ASIDE.
SADOR WHEELS, AND CRUEL SPURS
RIP HIS MOUNT'S FLANKS IN A SUD
DEN CHARGE.
AGAIN THE GLEAMING SPEAR-POINT
IS AIMED AT THE BROAD CHEST OF
VAL'S CHARGER I
i next week-W DIsaraed
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