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SIX ¥ir~«»*-"— Tnfonc ; When War Boom Jams Up Mills •Sf.W-A Service |WASHm&TON-King Cotton is tri- IftwranUy restored to his throne. ICottbn. spindles and looms, whirring M Hi average of 100 hours a week, ;-a song of welcome to the exiled .ereign ot the South. Raw cotton Itees have spiraled upward 67 per "ai'betwecn November, '40 and No- Tiber, '41. October mill consump- 1.Was the largest of any month on |Cotton exports have been forced t to 29 per cent of their "35-'39 lev- et nobody seems to mind. De__; and war have called King Cot- n.',te the colors and put back his tip- •ted crown. iWhat does this mean to consumers, Irded lor White Sales, or eager for fight cotton ginghams, chintzes and des—not to mention thread and Us and panties for Mary Jane? Office of Price Administration, __jg_ that King Cotton's restora- itt might mean soaring prices and .astrous inflation for buyers, acted "earl yas last May to put on the ker, otton Price Ceiling p 'Clamped on Tight Starting with a modest top on cot- ttjyarn prices, it clamped ever more Jusive price ceilings, on factory sy goods and prints of'one kind and other. When war broke in earnest. |sent officials scurrying to work out L_ unprecedented OPA order—tem- Karfly freezinf all but retail prices imdny simple finished cotton goods, Ice towels and tablecloths, and sheets, flevels prior to December 6. Compe- non is relied on by the OPA to keep Ijjrices within reasonable bounds. fa* tendency toward price spiral- f is not caused by any overall short*of raw cotton. It isn't even pri- _qly due to the big jump in raw ton prices—for apparently the in- d price of the fiber is a relatively all. factor in the final cost of> fin- ped cotton goods. Tie real "tight spot" in the cotton DANCE TEXARKANA ARMORY [Sot. Feb. 7th Music by George Wold and His M. C. A. Band r75e per Person and Tax FINE WATCH AND JEWELRY REPAIR WATCH CRYSTALS 35c All Work Guaranteed WANTED r CAST IRON SCRAP 75 Cents per Hundred t - Pounds Paid ARKANSAS MACHINE SPECIALTY CO. Hope, Arkansas • NOTICE • prie Ross is now employed by Ceith's Barber Shop erf Location on E. 3rd .Next to Checkered Cafe OUT OUR WAY . R. Williams ( VOU STAND THEEE AMD ALLOW THACT.' LET H»K/\ M\IVUC PEOPLE THAT CALL ME ON THE PHONE.' I DIDN'T ASK HIM WHO IT WAS AND VOL) KNOW WHO HE MEANS, AMD VOU A.LLOW HE. JUST DOES IT BECAUSE HE KNOWS WE CAN'T YAWP WITH THE R.ECE\YER2 DOWN, AND IT WILL ©E FOEGOTTEM BY THE TIME YOU'RE THROUGH GOSSIPING/ ' WHY MOTHERS GET GRAY RVICE. INC. T. M. PEC. U. S. PAT. OFF. HOPE STAR, HOPE, ARKANSAS Prescott News By HELEN HESTERLY Telephone 163 Increase Production of Peanuts (-"county resident, died at his home in The Chamber of Commerce is spon- Prescott Tuesday. sering a movement throughout Nevada Funeral services will be held at the county to increase the production of i home in Prescott at 2 o'clock Thursday afternoon. He is survived by his wife, four sons, Archie, Jack, Jerry and P. M. Tyner, Jr., all of Prescott. peanuts. Releases from the Department of Agriculture indicate that as the war progresses, the U. S. will be faced with a shortage of fats and oil. And with the acknowledged importance of peanut-oil, not only for its food value, but as a product included in the manufacturing of war material, there will be an insistent demand for greatly increased acreage planted to this product. A committee, representing the Chamber of Commerce will work closely with various farming interest throughout the county and fully cooperate in stimulating interest in this program. Food Stamp Plan The Food Stamp Plan for Nevada county went into effect, Monday ninety per cent of the merchants of this county have submitted their sign- Society Miss Hazel Matlock has returned from a month's visit in California. Mr. and Mrs. .Dan Pittman left Tuesday for Miami Beach, Florida. Miss Ruth Piercey of El Dorado and Miss Mary Piercey of Little Rock have returned home after a visit with their mother, Mrs. J. R. Piercey. Mrs. Audah Creed and Tom Cruse have returned from Potonoc, Mississippi, where they were called due the Naval Air Corp. Mrs. Carl Mitchell and Mrs. L. L. Mitchell spent Tuesday in Hope as the guests of Mrs. L. L. Mitchell's mother, Mrs. Robinson. Mrs. Jim Bush spent Tuesday in Hope. Calendar Wednesday Meeting of the Sessions at The First Presbyterian Church, 7:30. Thursday W. C. T. U. will meet at the home of Mrs. Charlie Thompkins with Mrs. Come Scott as co- hostess. Subscribe to the Hope Star now, delivered at your home in Prescott each afternoon. Mack Greyson, Tele- hone 307. ed dealer's agreement, and are there- to the death of their mother, Mrs. fore eligible to participate. J W. T. Cruse. Rotary Club The Prescott Rotary Club met Tuesday noon at the Broadway Hotel with Robert Racey of California as the guest speaker. He gave a very instructive talk on the quick-silver and cinnibar regions of Pike and Clark counties. P. M. Tyner, 64 Dies at Home Here P. M. Tyner. 64, well-known Nevada picture is overtaxed mill capacity— what with the army and navy giving out priority-rated orders for 13,000,000 to 15,000,000 bed sheets and ticking for nearly as many mattresses- plus actual miles of uniform twill and naval cotton duck. Some mills handling government orders are working the maximum 168- hour week right now. Of those averaging 100 hours a week, many maintain they can't do any better as things now stand. Some, for instance, find a shortage of skilled workers, and are trying to do a hurried training job. Others point out that since cotton mills employ mostly women, the protective laws of certain states, prohibiting women from night work, preclude the possibility of a night shift. Already eight out of the twelve states with such laws have modified their edicts to allow granting of night work permits to women in bona fide war industries, but that doesn't include lots of textile mills. Then there's the little question of power rationing—especially in the southeastern states—which curtails production to some extent. And lastly, the shortage of some vital chemicals necessary to the processing of cotton fabrics. Chlorine for bleaching is one such bottleneck. The net result seems to be that consumers will be able to get about everything they needed, though they'll pay from 20 to 35 per cent more for it. — SPECIAL — 5000 Large - Thirsty TOWEL (ENTERS Go on Sale THURSDAY Afternoon at 2 o'clock — AH New \ Choice 8< ea. P E N N E Y'S Elwood Robinson left Tuesday for New Orleans where he will enter Trimming the Foe? DENTON, Ud.—(fP)~ Sophomore students at Caroline High School are collecting Denton's discarded razor blades for defense. They figure that in two years they can get enough steel to make a tank. Air photographs are proving valuable in the development of Canada's natural resources. The Women of Today's World Miss McBride Is a Big-Wig Without a Hobby By FRANK CAREY AP Feature Service When the announcement was mndc that Miss Katharine E. McBride, 37, dean of Radcliffe College, had been named president of her alma mater, Bryn Mawr, thus becoming otic of the youngest college presidents in the country, a Now England newspaper curried ii nice story about her career —but inadvertently published a picture of someone else. Tile slip merely elicited a chuckle from this modest educator and psychologist who is surprised that newspapers can find time and space to write stories on a college president in the midst of war. She says she wishes she could be of more help to interviewers when they ask her about hobbies and activities unrelated to her work. Not » Hobbyist "I've never had an active hobby," she smiled, "and I had never wished for one until everyone began asking me about them." She hasn't played bridge in years, and while she enjoys a stage play, she hasn't been to the movies since she went to Radcliffe as clean in September, 1940. "There just hasn't been time," says the tall, slim, blue-eyed woman who wears her straight light-brown hair caught in a pug. She was wearing a mannish cut brown suit and a pink blouse.* Honor Graduate Born in Philadelphia not far from the college she will head in September, she was educated in private schools in Gormantown, and was graduated from Bryn Wawr with honors in 1925. She majored in English and psychology, and right after graduation was appointed part-time reader in psychology at her alma mater. While advancing to associate professor of education and psychology, she took graduate courses at Columbia, did pure scientific research work as a psychologist and neurologist, and collaborated on two books, one of which has become a standard textbook on "Aphasia," a speech disturbance that results from a brain injury. She holds bachelor of arts, master of arts and doctor of philosophy degrees. At Bryn Mawr her experience in education psychology made her an unofficial assistant to the dean, and it was this work that led naturally to her appointment as dean of Radcliffe. She plans no major innovations at Bryn Mawr where, she says, the "emphasis always has been on high scholarship." She will place the accent on what she calls "the individualizing of education"— that is, giving the students freedom to develop their own talents instead of having a set scheme for all. "In these days when we are faced TAMBAY GOLD By SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS Copyright, 1941. NBA Service Inc. Incorporated IN THE CABIN CHAPTER XXVII I was waiting on them, Juddy slipped across to the plane and pinched the revolver. She wasn't for letting Angel shoot some poor slob that might be perfectly innocent. They put off without noticing their loss. They hadn't been gone half an hour when Doc showed up at the Feederia. He was in his working clothes, and he looked white and grave. "Old Swoby is back," Doc said. "I've got him in the shelter." "Then everything's Jake," I said. "No. He's been shot." "Shot?" Juddy forgot her feud with Doc. "What—why—" "It isn't serious. Flesh wound. I've dressed his arm." "What have they got on him?" "He was found hiding in a barn near the place." "Hiding from the airplanes." "Of course. But could you get a mob to believe that? There's something else. The woman, before she died, muttered something about a man with a red head. Swoby had that infernal red cap of his on. When they found him, he ran." "What'll we do, Doc?" "I've telephoned the State Police." "Did you get 'em?" "No, they're all out on the hunt. I left word." I hustled across to the Feederia and brought back my good old forty-five. "Look," I said. "Give this to Old Swoby and head him for the Big Swamp. They won't find him there. Not tonight. Lord! What's that?" But I'd heard that lost-soul wailing before. "Bloodhounds," he said. "The swamp is hopeless." He turned to Juddy. "Is there a bar to the door of the log shed in your back yard?" "Yes." "My God, Doc!" I said. "Are .you crazy? You can't stand 'em off there." "Have you got any better plan?" "No. But—" "You don't expect me to give Swoby up, surely." "I'd rather have him killed than you." "We're wasting time," he said. Juddy spoke up, kind of desperate. "Yes, we're wasting time. Don't you see you can't do anything with him?" She didn't look at Doc. I think sho was afraid to. "Come, Swoby," he called. Swoby came out. He stared from one to th« other of us and then said something that made me almost cry. "Why must they kill me?" he said. "This is not my country." "You must do what Mr. Oliver tells you," Juddy said to him. Something shoved against my leg. It was Dolf. "Okay, boy," I said. "Trail along. You like trouble." * * * TW"E all went across the road to " make ready. Doc sized up the log cabin and the lay of the land around it. He had his pistol. I had my old forty-five whanger. Juddy's twelve-gauge stood in the hall corner. I sneaked it and a box of shells and gave the lot to Old Swoby who'd been in the war and knew a gun when he saw it. Juddy had hung on to the gat she swiped from Hendy's plane. "They might try to burn us out." Doc said. "We'd better roll that rain, barrel in. We'll need buckets." That guy thought of everything. While Juddy and I were getting out the buckets for water the sound of the dogs got nearer and more mournful. They were baying at the ford where Old Swoby waded the stream. That didn't give us too much time. Doc spoke up, quiet and business like. "This is the plan. When they come, I shall try to get a hearing. I don't want to hurt anyone. But I do want them to believe that we're prepared to shoot if necessary. Now you two go back to the mansion and keep after the troopers." "And leave you here?" Juddy said. "This is no time to argue," he said. "Go back." Juddy didn't argue. She just walked into the shack. I trailed. Dolf followed me. "For God's sake, Juddy!" Her voice 'shook, too, when she spoke. "I'm not afraid. At least, not very." "Mom," he said. "Mom! Get her out!" "Don't start anything Doc," I warned him. "I was base of a Jiving pyramid once. You can't shove me around. And I won't let you shove Juddy. We're staying." "They come now," Old Swoby said. The hounds were yelling for blood; the mob, too. The front line of the chase straggled into the yard. Doc pushed the big door shut and slipped the bar. Old Swoby took his place at the rear window with Juddy's gun. It all looked to me like bad trouble. Doc stood by the small front window next the d6or. "Everybody quiet, please," he said. "I'll do the talking." * * * TIE stuck his pistol through the window and fired a shot in the air. A car swung into the grounds. By its lights I could see the advance guard taking cover in the thickets. Bixie Groff and a bunch of his townies were behind one clump. "Don't come any further," Doc said. You'd have thought he was in his classroom. Quiet authority; that was his pitch. Some bird behind a live oak called out, "Give the fella up, Prof. We got nothing against you." "Anybody interferes, they're right liable to get hurled." Groff, with a couple of his pals, was edging over to the left. A bullet plunked into the log above my head. Some more followed. They were firing high. The car lights were switched off now, but there was enough moon so we could see a man moving forward alone. "Stop that shooting," he said. "Maurie Sears," Juddy said. "Quiet!" Doc snapped at her. "Oliver!" Sears called. "Can I have a word with you?" "Certainly." He walked up to the door. Through my chink between the logs, I could see his face, stern and set. "You might as well give him up Oliver." "So that you and your friends can lynch him?" "I'll never have a hand ID another lynching. Not at Tambay." (Well, I knew why that was.) Doc said: "Will you guarantee to deliver him safely to jail?" "I can't guarantee anything. But I'll do my best." "I believe that, Sears. But I don't believe it would be good enough." "There isn't much time," Maurie Sears said. "As your friend, Oliver, I beg you to turn the man over to me." Doc seemed to be thinking about it, for he didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then, "That's your best advice?" "It is." "Would you do it in my place?" "The case is differ—" "Would you do it in my place, Sears?" "No." "I thought not. But you expect me to?" "No." "Thank you, Sears. Neither will I." (To Be Continued) ONCUE SArA BONOS foR DEFENSE, UTTLE BEAVE.R— * AND THAT WILL OFFER US (AOR.S. PROTECTION ALL THE FENCES ir^ THE VOOR.L.D/ 5>\VV/ /* IF YOU SAtt SO, But rAE KOT HAVE CATttE — NO NEED-Utt FOR fErJCE .' >c*£X i ' • if / fl.\i **,M'i 'Mh Wednesday, February 4,1942 He Con Slay'Em With His Repartee PHOENIX, Ariz.—(/P)—A 100-yenr- old Gettysburg veteran dnnced a sailor's hornpipe in the U. S. naval recruiting station to prove his fitness for enlistment. Declaring thnt "I'm an experienced fighter," John A. Mann of Phoenix insisted that the age limit be waived. "Do you have your'par- ents' permission?" wisecracked Frank S. Fusick, in charge of rcruiting. "My parents arc out of town," retorted Mann, "but I'm sure I can get my grandparents' permission." Mann acknowledged that he wns rejected in the Spanish-American war because hi' wsa considered too old. Dangers of Homesickness Don't Send Your Children Away From Their Homes By DOROTHY ROE AP Feature Service Writer If you live in an American coastal city, don't feel that you must send your children away at the first air raid alarm. This is the advice of Mrs. Siclonie M. Gruenberg, director of the Child Study Association, to parents who wish to protect their children from the mental and physical hazards ot modern war. Separation from their parents often is more harmful to children than the actual experience of an air raid, welfare workers have found from observing thousands of children in England, Spain, France, Poland Czechoslovakia, Holland and Belgium. As a rule, children suffer very little nervous shock from air raids, doctors report. Aside from the danger svitli the threat of forces which discount the importance of the individual, this is most important," she believes. "The individual seems to be worth more if well trained. And he's better trained if he's in the right field." of physical injury, the child of a sane and normal family should suffer no ill effects in wartime. Pro-school children and those of adolescent age are most easily influenced by war psychology, say child care specialist. The very young child may be frightened by new noises and n sense of tension in the family, unless his parents are careful to keep his surroundings normal, his attention diverted by stories, music or games. The older child often wants to run away and join the army or work in a munitions factory as a dramatic patriotic gesture. Tlic best cure is to give him a job to do at home. The first loiter or the first two loiters of radio call signals indicate the nationality of the nation. Beware Coughs from common colds That Hang On Creomulslon relieves promptly because It goes right to the seat of the trouble to help loosen and expel germ laden phlegm, and aid nature to soothe and heal raw, tender, inflamed bronchial mucous membranes. Tell your druggist to sell you a bottle of Creomulslon with the understanding you must like the way It quickly allays the cough or you are to have your money back. CREOMULSION for Couahs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis Baltimore Gains 250,000 in Year BALTIMORE—(/I')—A survey by postal authorities indicated that the influx of war industry workers and the overflow from overcrowded Washington had brought nearly u quarter of a million people into metropolitan Baltimore since the 19'10 census. The survey plnccd the present population of Baltimore and the metropolitan area at 1,097.810 persons. The 1940 census gave the city a population of 859,100—seventh largest in the country. ORIANA AMENT BOYETT Teacher of Music-Voice, Piano. Art-Drawing, Painting. Studio 60S South Ma'iv Street Phone 318 W Bring us your Sick WATCH Speedy recovery guaranteed. Repair service very reasonable. PERKISON'S JEWELRY STORE 213 South Walnut DUDLEY Flour & Feed Co. ON COTTON ROW Agents for International FERTILIZER We recommend that you buy your fertilizer now. As the ingredients in fertilizer are used in the manufacture of munitions, shells and bombs. 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