«£-^10, V "• lor War We Arc fitting Along and ill Be Soon 3TOi< — Is the United ? Jill-out for War? is an emphatic "NO." t enthusiastic optimists around * parts will tell you that. But •e coining along. i k lhe Pennsylvania station in New If'City the other day, it looked ;''the subway at "quittin* time," \ that the subways never saw the any station lobbies were >efed with tempqrary ticket & r the Jersey Flats, a score of ama- ;,&nd professional junk men were ~ng over the rusty bones of the dumps and hauling out every- .1 that looked like salvage metal, "was a cloudy, soggy day and thick ";e hung over the industrial cities and south of Newark. of the nation's largest radiator HOPI STAH, MOM, ARKANSAS >ct>«&«n!es tvss going full steab, its thoUSjittds of Square feet of fteW^ 'factories glistening In the mist. In the railroad yards at Trenton, an almost endless freight had whole sections of flat cars loaded with army trucks, their paint hardly dry. North of Philadelphia, a cluster of great red brick factories, nothing but windowless skeletons since depression days ten years ago, looked like a monkey cage. The monkeys were men, swinging on scaffolds, replacing thousands of broken window paines. There were 54 persons on my coach, which was in one of two sections of just one of the trains that run hourly between New York and Washington. Nineteen of them were soldiers, three sailors; and one a marine. A lad, in civics, sitting next to me was talking Beethoven and Wagner. "I used to be a violinist and I have composed a little," he said. I looked at his hands. The long figers were calloused and dirty. Across the knuckle of one was a fresh, two-inch long scar. The lad grinned and started gathering his duffle. We were pulling into Wilmington. He pointed out the window to a big, reddish hulk nearing completion on the ways in a bustling shipyard. He said: "That's the second one I've wired for Uncle Sam. I'm an electrician now. I'll be here for.the duration." The Pennsylvania railroad shops farther on were alive with steaming Cherry Blossom Festival Is Out Not Definitely Announced, Leaders Would Give Odds By JACK STINNETT WASHINGTON - he national capital's 30-year-old Cherry Blossom festival is out. It hasn't been announced definitely yet by the Greater National Capital committee, which has charge of the annual fanfare, queen selection, music and pageantry that ordinarily accompany the affair. But civic leaders will give odds it won't come off hi 1942 and even money that there engines, little electrical switches, and hundreds of cars in for repair. Beyond that, a test pilot was power diving over a new airplane factory. In the Union Station in Washington (only a few years ago ridiculed as too big for this city ever to grow up to) the crush was terrific. It took 17 minutes, by the clock, for me to get a taxi. Record Breaking Grenade Hurler - i This is an Eskimo —he lives in Alaska This is an Icebox You can sell an icebox to an Eskimo. It has been done. Iceboxes are to keep food cold in hot weather, and believe it or not, it gets hot in Alaska. The important thing is to reach the buyer when the time is ripe. Newspaper advertisements are the best way to do this—they show buyers the article for sale, tell them its merits, quote its price and direct buyers to where it is sold—of the time when they most want to buy. For instance, most people want bathing suits in summer; most people want overshoes in winter. BUT IT TAKES MORE THAN TIMELINESS TO PLANT IDEAS IN PEOPLE'S MINDS. IDEAS HAVE TO BE REPEATED REGULARLY TO THEM; This is a Preacher Every Sunday thousands of preachers talk to their congregations about religion. Religion meets one of the greatest needs of mankind, but people have to be reminded of it time and again, must have religion interpreted to them week after week, in order that it 'an do them good in .their daily lives. So it is with any idea, big or small. It takes REPETITION to make it stick in people's minds, whether the idea is that stealing is wicked, or that Vitamin B! is good for you, or that the XYZ Company makes good bathing suits. All people don't want to buy the same things at the same time, and advertisers must prepare them for the time when they do want to buy. A lady probably wouldn't be thinking of buying a bathing suit if she is going to a wedding today. * * * But the advertiser wants her to realize right now that his bathing suits are the best bathing suits, so that she will be thinking about them when she gets ready to go on a vacation. On the other hand, there are mighty few days on which any man or woman may jjpt need a cake of soap, a can of soup or a safety pin. That's why you'll find the real necessities are ad- f ertised regularly in newspapers. When business w better in this town lyerybody benefits. When everybody ia the town toows what's going on all ovey ^' the worjd, each mm can tell better how vote, wfet tQ buy and how to pro* ^. tect himself. ' ^Tf f TT V ' l ' '1K>'S! - J ?. these gtk each week. Tell your fa rg&4 thtm. They tell you Important part your newspaper has in helping you to know what's going on, so you can decide what you personally are going to do about it all. The publisher of this paper wants to serve the community the best he possibly can. If you have any suggestions or questions or criticisms don't hesitate to write him a letter. It will receive personal attention, HOPE STAR Alex. H. Washburn, Publisher NEWSPAPER PUBLISHERS COMMITTEE iCB SIBY16E •¥-, ,< -"'•', r '"V J if- h - - 44 l €rlfe&^ ^^r^s^f£u2i ;-ft^ IS TO PBQYJPE T»l NEWS T84¥ FILL u<*m AMERICAS WAY TO Edson in Washington Here's New Wartime Can-andCan't List WASHINGTON — The national cap.®- With this savage heave, Marine Staff Sergt. Everett R. Aikman hurled a hand grenade to a new record mark at Philadelphia. He pitched the regulation 21-ounce missile 227 feet 9 Inches, five yards over the previous record. might call a breather. But orders keep popping out of Washington telling you what you can't do about this and what you won't, be able to do about that. They come so fast you can't keep up with them. Consequently, it's advisable every now and then to sit back and see what this war is doing to your life liberty and pursuit of happiness. Take some of the orders issued in a 10-day period. This isn't a complete tabulation by any manner of means, but it is i a selected list of the regulations which bring the war to your very door-step and hit most people right where they live: Tin cans will soon be unavailable. Glass bottles will take their places and they won't be any fancy bottles, either. Think of all the women who have been cooking with can openers for years and will have to learn all over again with bottle openers. Tennis balls and br.scball cores will be made of reclaimed rubber instead of crude rubber or latex. The substitutes won't be as lively, but they'll wear as well. The golf ball crisis hasn't been solved yet. Buyers of hot water bottles, ice bags and all other rubber products still on the shelves have been requested to go on strike and report the dealers if the prices seem too high. The same suggestion goes for 11 canned fruits and 15 canned vcetables, on which price ceilings have been slapped at won't be another one for years to come. The cherry trees, you sec, are Japanese. The annual ceremony around the Tidal Basin, timed (hopefully) to coincide with the bursting blooms of the cherry trees that partially encircle it, has had two purposes since that eventful initial planting in 1912: (1) To signalize the goodwill between the United States and Japan, and (2) to stimulate the tourist trade to Washington. All hat's necessary is to turn those two purposes wrong side out and you'll have the two best excuses for NOT holding the festival this year. What we don't have any of for Japan right now is goodwill. And a spring invasion of tourists to this already pack-jammed city would be about as welcome as a septennial visitation of locusts. There is, however, one more reason. The area from the Tidal Basin back to the Mall is now just acres of temporary buildings for war workers— and, piles of lumber for such buildings yet to be constructed. Probably the only persons who will see the 1942 blooming of Japan's .good will trees will be those federal workers who arc laboring in shifts to knock the donor of those shrubs into a dented helmet. Public opinion about the Cherry Blossom festival has changed, too. A Silk and nylon being reserved for parachutes, surgical thread and bags for powder—tile shooting king—rayon is to be supplied the hosiery mills instead and you'll wear rayon hose and like them. Job Control, Too If you go to a United States employment office to get a job in a civilian goods industry, you can't have it if there's a job you can do in a defense industry. Telephone companies have been ordered to stop further conversion from manual to dial phone systems. Fancy telephones are out. Men's and boys' clothing has been ordered simplified to eliminate double breasted models, vests on single breast- cds, cuffs, pleats, tucks, belts, patch pockets, two-pants suits and so on. Prices of all, bedding materials have been frozen and manufacturers will please refrain from calling "seconds" by any camouflaged names such as "second selection," They probably won't let you build a new house unless you can prove it's a war production necessity, but if they would, you couldn't use metal lath, copper plumbing or spouting, tin- coated fire doors, You would be—restricted on hardware. No more gas furnaces, you may not be able to get fuel for an oil furnace, and you can't install a steam or hot water boiler unless the house will shelter two or more families. Fancy radiators, concealed piping and such frills are out. No one can sell a new electric or gas refrigerator without permission from Washington. Maiiufacturr of new rugs and carpets will be restricted. The looms arc needed for weaving of military cloth, and there isn't enough wool and jute anyway. You can't even knit ad lib. Not enough wool yarn. Cotton and novelty rug prices liavc been frozen. Mohair is to be increasingly substituted for wool. You arc warned to save your antifreeze solution, as there may not be any next winter. When you drive your car to the service station have ,«_ , . , , - ., . ,/wwtwn* tu VI tW iJW» V t\,VJ OKI IIVJ1! IICIVU the canners and wholesalers' level. your radiator drained, bring your few years ago, when there was talk of cutting down some of the trees to make way for the Jefferson Memorial, several irate city mothers chained themselves to the trees in protest. Now, letters arc pouring into the National Capital Parks commission, demanding that the gifts from Nippon be torn up by the roots, chopped down, burned. Old timers here see an amen and strange foreboding in the circumstances that surrounded presentation of the trees. The first shipment, in 19B9, arrived and was found to be full of insect pests, root gall worm, and fungus diseases. The trees had to be destroyed. The Japs said "So sorry, pleae." Three years later a ship arrived with the trees that finally were planted: I A government official who hasn't been around so long says: "We should have gotten the Japs' 'goodwill' idea from those trees years ago. They bjootn all right, but they never bear any fruit." own container, and it had better be a jug, not metal. No Hani in Cans No more beer, coffee or hams in tin cans after May 31. Shoe manufacturers getting tanned leather on priorities orders must use it all for war orders—none of it for civilian shoes. The order banning threat! for corsets, bras and such got wide publicity, but it was included in this same 10-day period. Rubber raincoats and overshoes for soldiers and sailors only. Price ceilings on cigarets are investigated, found fair and equitable, confirmed. Paperboard containers will be thinner. You are warned to get ready to register for ration book No. 1, covering sugar, of which you will be allowed only half a pound a week. If you don't get. registered the first four days, you're out of luck for two weeks. This is only the beginning of rationing. You are already rationed out of new cars, new tires, recapped tires. Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau thinks all civilian goods should be rationed, but it probably won't come to that. If all this talk makes you feel like going out and buying a gun to blow your brains out with, bear in mind that War Production Board limitation order No. L-60 provides that no per- 11 son other than a manufacturer shall 11 "sell, lease, trade, lend, deliver, ship : J or otherwise dispose of any new pistol, rifle, er shotgun using an explosive cartridge to propel a metal bullet or metal shot." No it's not a free country any more. 11 Palmos Senior Play on Friday 'Good Grocious Grandma!' Scheduled at 8 p. m. The Patmos senior class is presenting a farce in three nets for five men and four women, entitled: "Good This is the hell that Sherman called war. Gmcious Grandma"! Ih gymnasium beginning nt 8 o'clock Friday night, March 20. Under thft direction of the senior class sponsor, Ordis Copeland. | Character list: Henry Breckenridgc, Dallas Herndon. George Breckenridgc, Millard Burns. Ms. Lennox, Marjorie House. Helen Allen, Kathleen Heevcs. Ceclle Allen, Vernelle Burns. Clancy, Arthur Owens. Wiggins, Bill Laha: P-Sam, i Frank Maylon. Dcllcla, Mablc Lewis. The public is invited. • Constant Temperature We don't get chilled clear through, no matter how cold we become. The temperature of our body remains ,ut ipproxlmnlely 08V4 degrees n quarter of an inch below the surface. KINGS ROW By HENRY BELLAMANN Copyright 1940 NBA Service Inc. RANDY HEARS TALES; CHAPTER XXX TTINGS ROW, too, was beginning v to hear highly favorable things about Dr. Mitchell, but the more they heard, the less they saw of him. Just lately there had been a bit of gossip about Louise Gordon. Kings Row knew that Louise had had a very bad nervous breakdown. Dr. Mitchell frequently walked in the late afternoon with Louise, and it was noticeable that Louise had "come out" amazingly. In the fall Louise had an attack of bronchitis, and Dr. Saunders, one of Kings Row's older doctors, was called. Dr. Saunders happily snded Parris' worries about Louise. He advised Mrs. Gordon to take Louise to Florida for the winter, and when his own advices were added, Mrs. Gordon agreed. Parris and Randy walked out toward the Old Cemetary one afternoon. Randy was troubled, but he waited for her to speak. "Well, Randy." "I don't know how to begin, Parris. I've been hearing some stories that I don't understand— so I thought I'd better let you know." Parris felt a curious chill of apprehension. "It seems that talk sort of runs around and around and takes on first one meaning, then another. When I first heard Louise's name mentioned, they said you were 'going with' Louise." Parris nodded. He remembered his talk with Dr. Nolan. "It was said that Louise said her father performed unnecessary operations just—well, just because he liked to, and that he did too many of them without chloroform." "Um." Parris nodded again. "People began to remember. You ought to hear the long lists of operations Dr. Gordon did without an anesthetic! It's always the same story. The patient's heart was weak." "Strange!" "But Parris—-have you ever counted up the number of terribly disfigured people he left behind him?" She had gone deathly pale, "Drake!" she whispered. Parris held perfectly still. Randy shook his arm violently. "Then the stories are true?" "Listen, Randy: there are strange cases in medical history— like this. But it doesn't follow that every operation Dr. Gordon performed was or could have been unnecessary. Do you know any of the details of Drake's injury?" "He wasn't run over, if that's What you "He wasn't?" "No. He was caught by the train—some cars were being switched. He was under the car —between two of them. As near as I know he was sort of—I guess you'd have to say pinched by a wheel that didn't pass over him." "Strange. I thought he was. He never talked to me about it." "Parris. I've got something else to tell you. I made some inquiries—after I heard those terrible stories this winter. Sam Winters helped Dr. Gordon." Randy stopped and twisted her hands together. "Sam Winters said Dr. Gordon was a wonderful doctor and must have seen something he himself— Sam, I mean—couldn't understand. He said it looked to him like Drake was just badly bruised," Yes?" Parris said the one questioning word with difficulty. "Sam was positive that there were no bones broken!" Parris straightened himself. "Now, listen. You've got to listen carefully. Sam Winter's testimony doesn't mean a thing." "Are you telling me the truth, Parris?" "Yes, Randy. Absolutely. Dr. Gordon must have done a crack job, or Drake wouldn't have lived. We have Drake, and Drake is in a way adjusted. It's all over and done with. Dr. Gordon is dead. We've got to forget it." "Parris!" Parris took her hand. "It would be just like some meddlesome fool to drop some hint of this story about Dr. Gordon to him someday." "I know, Parris. I've thought of that." "It must never happen. I think the whole structure would topple down again, and that time we couldn't rebuild it. He'd be gone." Parris thought for a few minutes. "It's strange, or curious, or something, that wherever there is a ghastly or a grotesque tragedy in this town, you'll find Dr. Gordon somewhere in the story." "You do believe—" "Hush! Neither you nor I can ever know about Drake. There's no possible way. It's better we don't know. I've got to believe that it was a necessary amputation. So must you. We must, Randy. Don't you see that? He had no reason—" "Yes, he did! Louise!" "He had separated them, anyhow. That was over." * * .* W HEN Parris reached home he found a letter waiting for him. He opened it hastily and My Dear Dr. Mitchell: I am writing in order to make a rather melancholy report oa Louise. Her general condition did not improve here and I called in the doctor recommended to ma by Dr. Saunders. It has seemed best, in hia judgment, to keep Louise under close observation for an indefinite period of time, and we have accordingly removed her for the present to a private sanitarium where she can have the best of care. It is my wish that Kings Row should know fully that Louise is in no way responsible for whatever stories she may have told about Dr. Gordon, and that she has been confined in safekeeping. I have sent a note to Miles Jackson which I have worded discreetly, but clearly. I have also written to certain friends and acquaintances who will) I am sure, make mention of these late sad events and thus, in some measure, set wild tales at rest. Let me assure you again of my gratitude for your efforts in behalf of my poor child. For the rest I can only trust in the Maker of all things who holds us all in the hollow of His hand. Very truly yours, Harriet Gordon Parris turned back and read the letter a second time, carefully. The word "confined" stood out on the page as if written in red. He could guess a large part of what had happened in Florida. It could not have been difficult for Mrs. Gordon to drive Louise to violence. It was pretty clear that Mrs. Gordon was touched with religious fanaticism. If Louise's stories could be depended upon—and Parris was sure that they could be—Dr. Gordon, too, had had more than a trace of the same fanaticism. Parris tried desperately to direct his own attention away from certain dawning convictions. Sadism was common enough in many forms, but sadism coupled with religious fanaticism was particularly dangerous. 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