The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 17, 1942 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Friday, April 17, 1942
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e - 4 s •- r f ACE FOUB BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.), COURIER NEWS FRIDAY- APRIL 17, 1942 THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO/ H.- W. HAINES, Publisher v SAMUEL F. NORRIS, Editor WBL R. WHTTEHEAD, Advertising Manager Sate National Advertising Representatives: fftltece Witmer Co., New York, Chicago. De- croit, -Atlanta, Memphis. > Entered as second class matter at the post- office^ at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act ol Congress, October 9, 1917. /"'.~r^ -.-.Served by the United Press. '<. SUBSCRIF11ON RATES E By carrier in the City of Blythevilie, 15c per -week, or 65c per month. •^ By mail, within a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 ^per year, $1.50 for six months, 75c for three ^months; by mail in postal zones two to six ->-tadusive, SS.50 per year; in zones seven and 'ieight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. How to Curb Inflation Congressmen worrying about how to .curb inflation and also how to keep their jobs in Washington, should he heartened by reports that President Roosevelt plans to call for freezing of commodity prices, wage controls and new curbs on installment buying. The President's proposals appear to be similar to the Canadian plan for V checking inflation, which the aforemen- ''*; tioned congressmen still might study with profit. ; Canada, too, insisted for a time '•jupon the Anglo-Saxon prerogative of • trying to muddle through. They tried, *I up there, piecemeal price-fixing with- S'out any attack upon the fundamental * elements of cost. £ Now they have learned better. Tak- J ing the bull by the horns, they did :jj what this country ultimately will be ? forced to do. They selected a base pe- '4 riod and froze all prices, including those S of labor, at substantially a current lev- 4 el, with provision for minor adjust'.J- merit here and there. ,3. , : :'-Inflation,-which had been procccd- '•*: ing slowly but apparently inevitably, ^ was. stopped. '4 .Meanwhile the United Kingdom and *J the ? United States- without such cour- 5,/action, have watched the cost 5 of. living continue to soar. '£ -~, ~ . * ... * * * 3 -Figures are boring and can be con^ fusing.."! But every time a housewife 5 buys'groceries, or her husband a suit 1 oFctothes, they have to deal with the .-£ unpiea;sant statistical fact that what ,|i tiiey' spent, subtracted from what they % did have, leaves an even smaller re|! mainder in their pocketbooks or bank | account. The longer we permit infla- | tion to continue, the closer the cost of 5 necessities will.,CQme to eating .up all 2 the^Jvage dollars there are. J The family dollar of pre-war vint- | age•. was worth only 88 cents in this 4 country in February, and is worth less ^to'day, 'although the 'exact measurement isn't yet available. The family dollar of pre-war vintage was worth only 87 cents in Canada and 77 cents in Great Britain in January, the latest month for which figures are available. But England and Canada had been involved in all-out war for more than two years before <we really began trying to create a war economy. Great Britain -still is trying to curb inflation by guerilla methods, striking here and there and getting nowhere, just as we are. So long as Canada did likewise her price level rose gradually but persistently—just as ours is doing. \ * •* * Then, as Fred S. Ferguson has told in his on-the-spot articles, the Dominion decreed that after December 1 no price and no wage should be higher pi t than that for the base period from September 15 to October 11. In November, the last uncontrolled month, the pre-war dollar was worth slightly under 87 cents. \\\ December the dollar was worth a full 87 cents and in January slightly more. Price inflation had been stopped dead in its tracks, and even sot back a few inches. Today's Silver Lining Looking for silver linings, as most of us arc nowadays, there is one in tho bad news about gasoline. If we had tires l,o burn casual running around, the new cut in deliveries to dealers would hurt, lint actually it shouldn't make much difference. Two-thirds of a normal supply of gas ought to be more than we should use, so long as the preservation of tires remains a duty of patriotism. So ilet's find something else to worry about. Better Neighbors Mutual inierdependence is drawing Mexico and the United States closer together. Distrust and envy die hard. So does superciliousness. We two neighbors do not fully understand each other yet. But we are learning. •Strangely enough, the betterment rests in part upon our sudden discovery that the smaller republic cm do something important for us. So long as our country was the exclusive benefactor, the sensitive Mexicans knew we felt our superiority, and they resented it. Mexico still needs us. "But today she is our sole source of graphite' antimony and mercury. She supplies us with vanadium, tungsten, some tin, hides, zinc, copper, and si.sal and hene- quen fibers. These are war needs. Now the Latinos deal with us on a basis resembling equality. So relations improve. Let's Clear the Air The Senate has decided wisely to study the effect of patent control upon war production. It is to be assumed that the mtjuiry will 'delve deeply into the matter of international agreements, which has received considerable publicity. There have been serious allegations, reflecting upon the essential patriotism of industrial concerns whose efficiency during the war is vital. To the extent that these were justified, the bottlenecks found should be broken. But there were instances in which it appeared that, while unwise cartels had been created to control prices and inflate profits, no-possible American military right had been waived. In these cases, the Senate can clear the atmosphere by ascertaining and publicizing all of the facts. A person can't .sit around cloinu untiring u-hcn you've got your health and (.hero's a job to do. —Mrs. May Murphy, New York City, with husband and t\vo .sons in Army, joining up as an Army nurse. * * * • The of more sophisticated s\vm<; music' has revised jiitcrbugging, \vliich has been .streamlined into something the better hotel ballrooms and Army morale officers are willing to sanction.—Arthur Murray, dance teacher. I SIDE OUNCES COPn. 1942 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. PEC. U. S. PAT. OFF. SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. t942. NEA SERVICE. INC "Yes, the war has brought back wholesome parlor dates, tut I sec here Ihat pretty soon we won't be able lo buy , any more rugs I" THIS CURIOUS WORLD II - — — " • *• — «^j K-I T^f^ TOTAL WEIGHT OF AN ICEBERO CHAPTER I MACK had spent two days on the lake shore near Montreal. It was not a pleasant thought to be facing the city, hot and humid, the office, stuffy and bristling with Monday problems, after a cool, indolent weekend. She waited on the open wooden platform of the railway station in the freshness of the morning and examined the faces of commuters about her. All of them seemed to share her mood; none seemed to be overly pleased with the thought of the new week ahead of them. There was not a cloud in the calm, distant blueness of the sky above and the day already promised heat. Some of the men dressed for the conventions of office work .were beginning to show signs of discomfort—an askew tie, a wilted collar, creases in summer suits already failing. There were several glances of envy at the one girl who looked particularly julep-cool and comfortable. The girl was not Myra Mack. Men she did not know were not in the habit of looking twice at Myra Mack, and she did nothing to attract them with gay or ultra- chic clothes. She dressed always vith the impersonal neatness and implicity that men would not iotice either -unfavorably or with a flicker of interest. It was bad enough to have to look at her own ^ace in the mirror, she would say .vith a wry grin, without sending up flares that attracted the atten- AND A SINGLE BERO SOMETIMES CONTAINS ENOUGH ICE. TO COVER. AN EN] TIRE. MRS.CB.GEARy v <jg _/l /v. y. COPR. 19-52 T.C NEA SERVICE. INC. 7 M. PEC U. S. PAT. OFF. WHEN ANSWERING? VOUR TELEPHONE. AND GIVING VOUR. NAME;' INSTEAD, YOU SAVE. FRO.AA 3O TO 45 , SECONDS OF Tf/V\E - • NEXT: A drcmlh in the • HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD OUT OUR WAY BY PAUL HARRISON N%\ Service Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD. — Movietown's only woman designer of costumes for men. Miss Natalie Visart. went t,o her drawing board the other day and invented a suit Tor mair- civilians that ought to win hoi the thanks of the War Production Board. It might even drav; a .shout of praise from men, if any of us would try wearing it. The designer isn't too hopeful about that last possibility. AS one who has draped burly heroes with togas and robes and has bullied 'em into velvet pants, .^he well knows how .skittish men are about 1 unusual clothes. "Try r.o get one to wear something cool and .sensible like a Russian blouse." .she observed, "and he'll scream Hko a wet eagle." However, .she insisted that masculine dress reform is over ac| compliance!, it had better be start; ed now, while the war can give i | special reason and authority. SUE WAS SHOCKED It wasn't patriotism alone tha i inspired Miss Visart. She had beci i reading WPB's specifications whic) | will shorten coats, tighten trpus- ! cr legs and eliminate pleats, cuffs j yolks and other snazzy features | Her aesthetic sensibilities cringec | and her sympathies went out t ! the millions of males who'd be | going around in funny-looking, ill proportioned coats. The outfit she devised consist of trousers and a jacke cut something like a double-breast GEMTLEMEN, rr GIVES. ME GREAT-UN- PLEASURE TOTO-TO BE-UH- A<5KED TO SAY ' A FEW WORDS ON TH" SHOP AMD TH' THE OL' BULL OF TK' WOOD'S IS AS AS A CAT.' ME NEVER MADE A SPEECH IN HIS LIFE EXCEPT TO A GUV PER SP01LIN' WELL .HE'S 5POILED OME HIMSELF AT --AMD WE'RE RIGHT HERE TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE HE USED TO MAKE US FEEL i NO , I DON'T EM3OY THAT-HE'S BEEN GOOD TO US SHOP GUVS/ LET'9 BREAK A PiSH ER WRECK SOMETHIM' HERE AM', BOV, WILL HE COME OUT OF IT WHEN HE LOOKS AT US IMSTEAD OF 1H' F? O"-C?AM \LUAM5 K. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople I PO5t A9 I GTOOD ft*J T RJXGSHO THE \VOOLD VOU PRHFER /X SOLDIER. /XND TO J rriN \ TMMO COLUMNS ] To GET INi 1 TVAPM UMDER-A SLUNiG CHtST J S'OD NAUGHT SHLECTED ^S MODHL OF T3UR1M6 THt 8CER Illustrated by George Scarbo "Look at 'chose lips," said the soldier as though he had known Myra all his life. "I am looking," said Myra. "They look as if they had been put on with a rubber stamp." his shoulders were the pips of a lieutenant. '•Look at the eyes," he said in a low voice. "I am looking," said Myra. "She uses mascara. Too much for a face like that." "Look at those lips," said the tion of strangers to it. And while' soldier as though he had known her modesty and Irish humor lent exaggeration to the statement, it was true her bright Irish lace had no single lien on beauty. That did not apply to the other girl on the platform. She had obviously been born for such wilting summer days as this, just to refresh the jaded eyes of Monday morning commuters. Nor was she unconscious of her mission in life. A neat and impudent fluff of straw hat and veiling sat upon the bronzed waves of her hair as though it had been created with supreme art lor that very moment of a sunny morning. Her flowered silk dress, floating like many-colored mists from her slim waist and about her long legs,, conspired with the breeze to draw the eyes of sober train-waiters, reminding them that the week of work ahead was a mockery when there was so much concentrated loveliness in the world to feast the eyes upon. J/JYRA MACK'S critical gaze checked each flawless detail of the other girl's appearance with the cool calculation of any shrewd woman appraising another. The pattern, the casual pose, were perfect. With no consciousness of expressing her thoughts aloud she spoke her admiration. "That," said Myra, thing!" Then she turned sharply to meet the echo just behind her left car. "You've said it!" There was such fervor in the male voice that Myra reached for the same intensity in the soldier's eyes, and found it there. is some- Myra ail his life. "I am looking," said Myra. 'She's crazy. She hasn't any sense. They look as if they had been put on with a rubber stamp." She sighed. "No, she shouldn't do that. It's too much." The soldier nodded in agreement. "But she still looks like Spring Song and the Wedding March to me." Myra shook her head. "That's .he worst of men. They fall flat at the first imitation of a magazine cover they see." At that moment the train clattered into the station with clouds of gray smoke soiling the summer morning and a flood of noise drowning out voices. It subsided ,to a stop and there was a general movement channeling -the waiting passengers to the doors of carriages. Forgetting the girl and the strange soldier Myra climbed up a middle-aged stock broker and a plump salesman and found a window seat in the smoker. To her surprise the officer dropped into the seat by her side. "You are wrong," he said. "Have a cigaret?' 3 "Thanks," said Myra. "But I don't smoke until after breakfast." H Myra Mack lacked any pretensions to formal beauty she had ceased to regret it. She load found that It had some advantages. The pleasantcr kind of men could speak to her without formality and without any fear of being suspected of ulterior motives. There was something about her that inspired confidence and nothing that would make them speak to her with other than the easy respccl ihcy reserved for favorite aunts That was her misfortune, Id Myra, but one that had compensations. • • » gl-IE accepted the presence of the officer by her side with resig- . nation. She glanced at his face and in battle dress but on decided that she was glad that he tc herself. looked more interesting thaji obviously handsome. "You are wrong," lie repeated. "I have not fallen for her." "But you could," said Myra. "Not because she is mascaraed or has a blood-red scar hiding the most fetching pair of lips . . ."• "Cut it," said Myra, with an abruptness that surprised him. ''It's Monday morning." "That's just it," the officer said. : Where do you suppose she has been hiding all weekend?" Myra laughed with a touch of :ynicism in her laughter. "On! a •aft on Lake St. Louis, surrounded by men." "In a dream of a swim suit," choed 'the officer. "Say," said Myra, "you sound as if you had been buried away from the lighter things of life." "Petawawa," replied the officer. 'And I suppose III stay buried as far as this one is concerned." Myra relented. "She is beautiful." "Mmmmmm." Then he was si- Lent for a few moments, lost in thought. And not of Petawawa, Myra decided. The soldier looked-at her again •• and broke his reverie. ; 'By the way, I've seen you somewhere before." "And I've heard that everywhere before," said Myra, "Stock statement." "Why?" "Well," said Myra, "it happens that I could double in everything including spades for a film star whose face is as familiar as a fresh salesman. Now don't laugh— it's true. She's not one of the beautiful ones. She's one they throw in for contrast—you know the kind. Face that has everything, all in the wrong places." The soldier laughed and looked at her frankly. No one could call her pretty, but no one could deny her face had plenty of animation and character. "Get it?" said Myra. "Palsy Kelly." He shook his head. "That's not it. I've seen you somewhere else." . "That's possible. It's not the kind of face you could forget if you saw" it up against that one under the blue straw." The soldier sighed. "Miss Spring Song and Wedding March hasn't seen the last of him," Myra said (To Be Continued) eel rodeo .shirt. That is, it buttons down the front of the right side instead of down the middle; but it isn't double-breasted and there is no corresponding row of buttons on the left side—just a breast Docket to give balance to the design. Miss Visart says there is good virile precedent for the idea; she saw a similar jacket among some old engravings of pioneers. Her modern Aversion tapers in at the waist, stops there, and is buttoned to the waistband of the: pants. A belt- wouldn't be necessary but would look better. Any material would be suitable except heavy ones. WHAT IT SAVES Now about' the saving: Up to now the average suit lias required 3 l ,-j yards of 58-inch material. Government restrictions will clip off from three-eighths to one-half yard, and the WPB estimates the total economy at 40.000,000 yards. The outfit designed by Miss Vi.s- art can be made with only 'J 1 -.yards, and 21-4 in mass production, or more than double the wool savins now in prospect. In addition, neckties would be eliminated. A handsome woman handsomely tailored. Natalie Visart designed all costumes for Cecil De Millc pictures since 1934. Until now. Miss Visart hasn't tried to design or influence modern clothes Jor men. She isn't married. Strange Disease Claims Jackson County Hogs NEWPORT. Ark. (UP)—Jackson county farmers have reported many deaths of hogs due to unidentified disease, seemingly confined to this county. A representative of the state veterinarians' office is making an investigation of the deaths in the southern part of the county, but has nothing to report except that the disease definitely is not cholera. Worst hit are farmers east and south of Newport. The situation at Becdeville also is reported critical. | Losses have been reported as high as 40 from a single bunch. During the first hair of 1940, the United States imported 119,906 pounds of orange oil. FUNNY BUSINESS Falls Three Floors—Into Bed MARYSVILLE. Cal. »UP>—Jess Bailey, 47-year-old miner, walked through a skylight and fell three stories—landing unhurt in a bed beside Fire Captain Ed Anthony in the Marysville Fire Department dormitory. He was arrested on a charge of being drunk and disturbing the peace. Read Courier News want ads. "I Iruded my uniform to a nnlivc girl—Ibis is more com- rorlablc!"'

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