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About Herald and news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1942-current | View Entire Issue (Feb. 3, 1963)
r IferalbanbSfto , Theyll Do It Every Time By Jimmy Hatlo SEAT.' V.EXL S5- OPEM-I POETS CORNER LOVE A FRIEND What ever 1 may do in life, Unto its very end; I pray I shall never be Untrue to a friend. If any one is good to me, LOO AT Hi. 6UaT WHILE WE WALK V AJP XXl JtE PROVISO SAD. BOYS, I'M S3iT3 CREATE A IN TH SOCK SEES 1 THE -AAY AITflUWty. HE iSBTft AU I HI !.' Mfc Sunday, Feb. 3, 1963 Page 4 MEW TITLE IN THE 0'- CLUB -AN SE-ASOM OOn1,AM VOO AT TH U ir V PmRE Llk'at AU1 1 RCT 1 PK(LiL. VOU E OUT SO Nurse stickler warms all visitors not to get the patient worried or depressed Then she goes in for a little gabfest about as cheerful as a tarantula bite EXALTED OFFICE I ONCE HELD IN AN CAM SPRIN&TH SOM HIM TWO .T2 HE V.&JLWT MAKE IT.' y CEMTS, AND r HfcPOtS!! 5XCLUSIV6 ENQuSH ?OC6TyTHe TH CSANG.'TH' CLUB WILLPRSSSNlT NOL) WOVW I M dOUJA SET HJM DOUBLE O f V.ELL EWTMtPW. fwOTHIMo He CAN'T MAX IT BACA TKVW01D"9nwwi- TITLE-OP"BA?OW OP TriS BARRELS," OR THE OFFICIAL SUNSSTARTEKvvhEM Vie HOLD TOTMEOTMESlDENETHloJ LET WSLX E3U&H WITH AN OFFICIAL -J HC 6 MAfW& A SAP OUT OP ME. . ALON&. STElM, FORTH PlRVT FLOW FBOM EACH I'LL LET VOU GO IN OUE PICM'.CS NEXT SUMMER WE SlSM-MV BROTHER-IN-LAW KE&' MLL A1AK& A RITUAL OF STARTING FOR ONE MINUTE- ( HAD THE SAME THIN& AS VOU GOT--NEVER DID A DAY'S WORK THE BUNS IN, THE KESS WITH A SON& BUT DONT MENTION -AXi AMD THE OFFICER ANYTHING PERSONAL AFTERWARDBUT WHAT'S THE WEARS TH'S HAT, HJAT lll-UT IIDCCT V DIFFERENCE-WITH ALL THIS gAD&S AND, THE PATIENT-- J H-BOMB SCARE WHY Through a year or a day; V BOTHER ABOUT I think it is a favor I ANYTHING?.', Should certainly repay. f 1 all m. w war KAVANAbUi SSEXAVE, i LAKt.NJ. 'A-iviS- ' ... f n Tyy bl- .ill n vki Mfc&'Sf few ,ni CiainS!! ,rti, I1. ,taM -t fu .iti SrMmu. fw.nat. M ffirti 1HtW I ADDED TO HIS MANY OTHER TITLES' LOW CAUSE Now " " I we'll chase v -p l Ly1 First -v L ( Mrs. MsMulty's) (we'll di$ ) V-.l-t cat.' t-r- vt II tomorrow 4 make ire miserable far J the iarbae r tJTanly That's what I like abouty ieK. -,r..he'3 A 71 Co. ;li TM I,, m f.r fljl adT BUSHWHACKER! i n ii . iHin ia ?i 'lil'IJ I GUESS I Vje MIGHT S- AS WELL, I HANS U cut swtr LOOKOUTS, VJELL, HONESTLY,,!1' DISTReSSIUS ) EXPERIENCED ,: , v THE WORST THINS ITHAT CAN HAPPEN . TO A WOMAN I -SV ELAINE AND I WERE ON ' (THE PHONE AND NEITHER OF US COULD THINK OF V-f ANVVMIN5TO SAY ! . A MAfTfe?, y-YE'Rt I HOPB WU1L UIeeTAW. iwuAxaPB lrs HW H6 CANT COW vVCm VJIt,TlfKlBTOM IU W OOSerl HAT cKt KLIPTOMANIAC? WELL, KB COULPNT RESIST TAWN' yOUd w WNi iwiuil IV UOkJt AO klC'BB ffBTllSLilfc IT) k -iHaiaiiiiw - H r . CHiMt C 50ULAW0 IHIbiVU. Im TM lit . POOR CHAP! I DO UUDEMTANP! X HAP A VEKV DEAR-AH-WLATIVB WHO SUFFERED FROM THE SAME AFFLICTlOUl LET KAVB T.,AMD F0RS6TTHI EVER r-rr HAPpcuedi T SURE-, HERB IT- OW GOSH'.! IT'S GONE!! THIS IS JUST A MICK! 7?t If fiBOUM'HOfl CAy n' you ootta eg cabspuu cf you i veowr come fitAp you 66Jf9 euoweHT that UP" ( V 1 MOQMPH 10 VOU. :S NOT RIGHT AT THE MOMENT, ANYWAY WHAT'D I SAIP I PONT THINK OU , OOP IS GOING TO ... SAY? ) LIKE "lOU BRINGING ( T HIM UP INTO THE v r-ri t 'jnTLi "cirri ictw i -v 2 .SO WHAT DO . I CARE IF HE LIKES ME OR NOt. ...I'M CONDUCTINS A RESEARCH PTOUECT, NOT A POPULARITY CONTEST - THEIR PARENTS MN'T APPROVE OF THEIR BANS TOGETHER i C SET A NEW SMADE- THAT ONE WONT VTAVDOWNJ v.1iLjO-' -A LOOK HOW OUR WDRKtRS I LWE,"sOU BUOODSOCKING CAPITALISTS.'.' r KJO"1! ill t t X mm fir': THtY got V NICER HOUSESN WE HAS.' y - HcnMtlj.PhjH' Sbu have the cunosity of cats.' Who woulfln't b curiout? Hop manS to knoj it ive heard the b a rcuu nd then ne tjnn arcund and ag it s a secret! Y A thm like th drives r A Vou i l I LUT thmkin'of fetchi hope a p-esent,Joe aithin' 'pnopriate cors her need n'Miz'V L Ycj act s serin" a r lock ever tre " tOCK.UjfuiS. I cot Ot-aj.i rnost-re a a j racH-cneao! , 111 PHOOEY I CAN'T sleep ) STREET ) SHININ" ! THAT LIGHT If he has helped me on. In any way at all: I will be a faithful friend And at his beck and call. As long as he is kind to me. And helped my heart lo live; There is not a thing I know, I would not gladly give. As much as I am healthy and My days that I expend; I hope that I'll never be Unfaithful to a friend. Many years have come and gone. Each one a jewel lo spend; All my thanks I give lo him Who has ever been my friend. C.J.H. THE HUNTERS The sun from the east, tipped the mountains with gold: The dew as it sparkled cheered my heart as of old. No thrill can I fancy in the dawn's early light; A heart that is racing at this wonderful sight. big buck gone fleeting his horns stood erect. My hands all a tremble no trig ger to detect ; They call it buck fever when the hunler forgot. A big deer disappearing without tiring a shot. Most men are hunters lo a cer tain degree; The doctor hunts a patient the lawyer his fee; But me wilh a rifle the wood land I'd roam; When tired of the chase linds contentment at home. could sil by a camplire and the solt cv'ng breeze: To me a sweet lullaby whisper ing in the trees. So mv memory vet recalls those happy davs, of old; And the rustling of the aspens- all purple and gold. C. J. H. 1 J THI4 I-? A EK5 LETTS? PAY... X BOUGHT ANBf JOkSBOOK.' r Nowr can fascALe ALL- AAV FRIBN05 WITH HILARI0LV5 ANECCCfTBS. T T I'M GOINO TO TELL. A OOKETD I KNOW. ONLY THING Vh, I'M OOINOTOHAVBTO ATZH THfM FH3ST. u '"-7 LAST VOYAGE When I embark on mv last trip with no one At tiie helm. I'll need no one to guide me on my voyage lo that realm. I'll need no crew or sextant, or a sleersman at the wheel. No one but that sweet voice I know to whom I can appeal. There'll be no storms or icebergs of which I must steer clear. For I II be leaving on this trip without the slightest (ear. When I arrive before Him this Ureal Captain up above. I'll know I've left earth's sorrows and exchanged them lor his love. Harry Voglman li: 'i.'A PR.CAEy WILL give CLINICAL DETAILS. r how apv: HOW APV3UT CMtSTERS pizza fvu-ace tomorrow NlfjUTP N ( LOVE ,lPiZ2A mm ill pick nou up IN MY I05O VS ABOUT EIGHT. OKAY? TUI5 WILL BE A Pi77 BANQUET.' WELL ORPfcR THE LAUCE MALTED nessERT" O'CLOC I I'LL (V WAlTlN o i 7 I'VE SUFfEREO A BIT OF BAP LUCK, IT SEEMS. YOU SEE, THEY'VE FOUND A GROWTH IN MY BRAIN, ANP PR.CASEy WILL remove it by SURSERY. WON'T LET HI z I inlt mtM. 'V. f THE sac; L W Kii : 1 V. - ' r V y MAM TH ATS WH Af 1 CALL REAL T FIGURE SNATI.MC3,.' t novsen; j what lss V rrs Eas: ' HE IL CO TO:? ic A PX TWAT pvvr J i" tttl-f Lt-V I N is L,i N .4feV tfc4vE. COSfTOCi1" Tv.LTHlV ' Vt-aH.SAHf l; kmoj. vj know' X 1 pp.vtl W S'.tcA . T is tj. T.; UOJLO Pf IN H:j HANOS ) l'40rE3 Tr.-vivi i" 's fcE.LTJT cy'a nrj iwc It A"js one CfO ewe s ja fcrCfS'S. iH, Y WM E ') , (If Tut CI'C 'P - . i.wtri? a. rti ' r 4 P ' f 9 'T uo-l ' CJ ' 'S TU 3 NCr 'WaT l6? I i! To Irar mv heart ami Jirar nx T f jgjJ-'f v'V J isoirodav when p want th; : j i I ,t fi nfl " ' '"'' 'ifflri "u and me, I I . I f J i'nt l;en w.l, ).k ; T rMil J f J I h'e , '; l ad trmie; 'y IsmIm U ' Li,en Teci;f. LOST I.OVE Gradually, grailuallv, my love ij lo.-l; What hapiiened lo yesterday? Such sweet love was there in my heart. And now has been taken away. To see such devotion die and crumble Leaves a tear forever there. A heart that will always mumbi And in my eyes a vacant stare. So someone else now shares that place That once belonged to me. Such anguish for me lo face. Oh not for eternity. No love will you ever know my dear As the love I had for you; It is not loneliness I fear Rut loving vou all life thru. I cannot care asain that way Nor can I preiend for without your love every day I come lo a journev's end Ellen Tccp. WHY NOT TELL ME Vou tell me vou love me, vet 1 know The-e words are emptiness. Where Oh. where is the'slow Of a true love you confess' I feel no love when vou speak Or hold me tenderlv. There is no dramess that I seek. No love in your eves to see. Whv nieiend and make me a fool As I linger near and li-len The hieak ha o'liw and Inve u ifo!. No more do vou m.ike mv eves c!;:e;i 1 feel vou la'i:hmi and my heart breaks v ti:e vrars pa.-s qu.tkh hv. why rnt be honr-:. and hve wiia! it takes To tear my heart and Jirar me
