And in the Daily News... Hedy repents at leisure. But Buggsy doesn't! (Nowadays, they'd be calling Willkie a "RINO," which would make for a funnier cartoon.) WHAT COULD GO WRONG Awright, Sam. Enough with the Son Of Man stuff. What's your real game? Hand crushed in a vise, face slashed with an Evil Monkey's Paw, Tracy can't get a break. "GOOD!" says Chief Brandon, as he browses a luggage display at Sears. At least he already had the vaudeville-hoofer suit to go with it. "Police tonight say there is no trace of Andrew Gump, nephew of industrialist Benjamin Gump and prominent local blowhard, who vanished from his home earlier in the day. The missing man's wife told detectives he raced thru the wall of his suburban home, leaving a hole precisely replicating his shape to mark the spot where he fled." Better get up another collection, Pop. We'll need another rescue mission soon. That's a symptom of certain types of migraine -- your head doesn't hurt unless you move it. I get them all the time, and I don't even go to wild drinking parties in cheap hotel rooms. What am I doing wrong?