The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on April 27, 1942 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, April 27, 1942
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f FACE FOOT BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.), COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLR COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H; W. HAINES, Publisher »SAMUEL P. NORRIS, Editor : W».R.;WHrrEHEAD, Advertising Manager . Sole National Advertising Representatives: Wallace Wifcner Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- office at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act ol Congress, October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blytheville, I5c 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 Inclusive, $6.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. Unified Command , j ' The British have reached a strategic decision which should have been obvious for more than two years. They have .decided to create a combined operations staff and give it control over every branch of the-fighting service— army, navy and air corps. In view of the Germans' success with" a similar plan, London's decision seems belated. Yet we in the United States can not be too critical. There is no evidence even yet that we have learned the lesson. .Total war is not a game in which different branches of the service compete for the glory of carrying the ball for the winning touchdown. The object of total war is to beat the^ enemy to his knees and impose our terms upon him—in this instance, to 'defeat the axis so completey that we can preserve freedom and democracy whelre they stijl remain, and restore them to the victims of axis aggression. . * * * The Nazis, planning their career of conquest, recognized this in advance and organized accordingly. When Ger"many goes on the warpath, ground troops, air force and, where possible, naval craft are utilized as integrated .-elements of a single machine. They are co-ordinated—not merely relied upon to co-operate. More and more, through a sort of loose co-operation, the British and we have been seeking to achieve that integrated functioning which has done so much for Hitler. ; ernment concedes that unified contro 1 over ;all fighting forces is" essential. \;Douhet was right. Thc^Italian mili- -.- tary genius had been deacl some nine years when this World War began. Before he died—that long ago—he had pointed out with unassailable logic what we are just learning.. True, as he has been quoted, he urged that the air force be divorced from both Army and Navy and put on .its own. But, and this is overlooked, he urged that all three services be placed under a supreme Commander-in- chief with a national defense general staff which -would be neither army nor navy nor air force, but would control all three. * * * The Germans picked up the idea. They put some 30 staff officers through ; ". .a course of training that made them expert on land, at sea or in the air. ._ These then were capable of thinking in the three dimensions, and co-ordi- . nating all of the Reich's personnel and paraphernalia of war. The story of this war thus far contains too many episodes, of which Pearl . Harbor was the most spectacular, in which our side has lost out because we relied upon co-operation while the axis imposed co-ordination. • ' We, too, need a unified War Command. MONDAY, APRIL 27, 1942 free Haircuts Publicity made short work of the recalcitrance of a New York barbers' union, which picketed a shop for offering 35-cent haircuts and 20-cent shaves to men in uniforms. (The union scale for haircut and shave is 75 cents.) Within 24 hours after an afternoon paper told the story, with illustrations, service men were getting free tonsorial treatment in the shop at the union's expense. The master barber isn't cutting prices now to anybody. Obviously his establishment is getting a lot of valuable free advertising. The C. I. 0. local which objected has been made to look very petty, notwithstanding its grandiloquent second guess. Equals Now The Chinese rescue of 7000 encircled British troops in Burma, recapturing at least temporarily the oil center of Yenangyaung, may easily prove more important than it appears super- lie ially. Up to now, it has been the British and Americans who have gone to the aid of the Chinese. Often, in such circumstances, the beneficiary builds up a resentment toward the benefactor, based upon sensitiveness about his constantly emphasized inferiority. Now the Chinese have been able to reverse the roles. They pulled the British out of a hole. They accomplished the first allied victory in Burma. To that extent they're no longer subordinates in the war outside China proper. They're equals. It Did Happen Here At this time,.more than four months since Pearl Harbor, it is almost inconceivable that important defense plants are not prepared to black out without closing down. The experience of north- urn New Jersey, where an otherwise successful experiment was marred by blazing lights in the very factories which would be enemy raiders' prime targets, suggests gross negligence on somebody's part. Daffy; Eh, What? First the boys from the country come to the city, to work in factories. Then there isn't enough help to plant, cultivate and market food crops. So Uncle Sam goes to the cities to find men to send back to the farms to do the work there. Probably it is inevitable. But it sounds more than a little daffy, doesn't it? SO THEY SAY The air raid on the Japanese Empire was only the first installment on -our debt to Tokyo, and America always pays in full.— Rep. Clarence Cannon, Missouri Democrat. * * * I hope it's enough to buy a bomb to drop on him.— Charles Thompson, 11-year-old St. Louis boy, buying war bond on Hitler's birthday. * * * We must tear out of history books the things that prejudice one people against another.— British Labor Minister Ernest Bevin. * * * We have one watchword: to move forward today, not tomorrow.— Secretary of State Cordell Hull. "Poor Devil—I-Must Remember to Send Him a Card" GLANCES MUSS0LMI '?£-r r t£KX**&rf/i m-Mmm^ COPR. 1942 BY NCA SERVICS71NC." T, M. HCC: U. S. PAT. OFF. "Whnl he really needs is an old-foshiojgcd girl like me." old Jack Holt has hit a new peak as the result of his work in "Thunderbirds." Now 20th-Fox wants to story is "The keep him, and four othei MAP MAKERS PLACED HERE AND THERE. ON THEIR MAPS TO FILL UP THE LARGE BLANK SPACES WHERE, THE WORLD WAS UNKNOWN. CQPR. 19'. 2 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. GIRAFFE GETS ITS NAME FROM AN ARABIC WORD MEANING arc offering top roles in westerns or pioneer epics. . . . Joan Crawford is studios super- serious about becoming a part-time producer. Metro is illing, and she'll boss her' first- picture late this year. Funniest anti-Nazi comedy ever made is "The Wife Takes a Flyer." The locale is Holland, with a Dutch family hiding the identity' of a British aviator (Franchot Tone) by claiming he is the soon-to-be- divorced husband of the beautiful daughter (Joan Bennett). Allyn Jcslyn, as a Gestapo major who wants the girl, steals the picture. Chicago Method," prepared for Clark Gable. In France -he introduces gangster tagtics in opposing the Germans. NEW SWEATER BAN The War Production Board also doesn't want any new sweater fads started by the movies, now that wool is needed for other purposes. Paramount will retitle the semi- musicle, "Sweater Girl," made a year' ago but not yet released. And individual sweater girls such as Lana Turner \vill have to. find some other contour-defining material. Virginia Gels New Industry VAWDERPOOL, Va. (UP)—Virginia's newest industry is an extracting plant at Vanderpool to manufacture tanning extract. The plant is backed by a $100,000 corporation. DON EDWARDS "The Typewriter Man" ROYAL, SMITH, CORONA, AND -.REMINGTON TYPEWRITER S 118 N. 2nd STREET PORTABLE PHONE 3382 (Every Transaction Must Be Satisfactory) NEXT: Pink elephants when you're sober. • HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD OUT OUR WAY BY PAUL HARRISON NFA Service SiafT Correspondent HOLLYWOOD,—The War Department spoke sharply to movie studios, song publishers and other companies which have tried to exploit the names, pictures or .stories of current war heroes such as Gen. Douglas uVIacArthur or Capt. Colin IP. Kelley, Jr. No doubt a lot of people feel thnt such figures already belong to history and to the democratic world. And so they do in news and factual magazine articles and nexvsrecls. but you can't n.^e a hero's fame to try to sell something. A music publisher may not plaster MacArthur's picture on the c:>v r r of a song. Neither could Monogram Pictures use the title. "The Little MacArthurs," on a movie featuring the Deacl End Kids. Any .such exploitation, \varr.s the War Department, not only is un- dignified, but on the rights their heirs. is an infringement of the heroes or SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. 1942, NEA SERVICE. INC- Costume designers in the studios were quick to feel the pinch of the WPB's clothing restrictions. With thousands of gowns and dresses made up, they could have gone on for years with any styles they wanted without wasting new materials. But since screen costumes greatly influence fashions, the movies must set a good example in economy. Wardrobe seamstresses are shortening skirts, and removing pleats. * * * ..In Hie forthcoming "Thumbs Up," Puulctlc Goddard, Dorothy Lamour and Veronica Lake have a comedy sons called "The Sweater, the Sarong: and the Teck-a-Boo Bang." HOLT STILL STARS After 2G years as a star, 53- year- VOU CESSTAIWL-V ARE. MOT IDUNV3 IF YOU TEACH YOUSELF TO NAY AW TH 1 SCHOOL TEACHER COULD "BE COMV1WCED OF THAT...WHY, IF X SIT LOOK1W' OUT OF AVJlWt>OW SOMEBODY'LL HAND SAE AT5AG TO WASH IT IVH SAID THAOT IT A\WT SO TO COMCEKTTRATE —TH' HAJ2.D PART IS KEEP1M' PEOPLE FJ2OKA COMCE MT^ ATI Ni* OKi VOL) WHILE. yOU COWCEMTRATE. X HAVE A KMACK OF i* SHOVELS PUT MV HANDS TH V Ml MUTE L SIT IXDWM AT TIMES THIS-"PEOPLE: ARE. THE. HARDEST VOHEW DOIKiGTHE. OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople FEVER _ COPS, ma BY HC* SERVICE. INC rn* nc o s t>*r - ALL X NEED \<o TWO MORE OI NATE 6T/XMP5 TO RLU (VW BOOK, THOSE T/XDPOUES SCRIMPING \MIT14 TO BUY STAMPS/ 250 — A GMALL /XND I, WITH IT'6 JUST DROPPING A 80MB POCKET, QUEST DP- DID X H/XMETO STUMBLH THIS TOUCH- I MS SCENE?" UVTLER AROOMO' OES THE OLD BOVFEELGUU.TV? TIITC STORY: .Tnst after the •tvei*k« L n«l jriicNts at Kerdy Lorton'H Cnn:i(ii:ui country place I«.*:irn that one of the pnrly. Fay Ransom, ix n fnmniiM l(r<»:iil\vny nipht <>Iuli Kinder, yonnjc IVfxjjy Mack NCCX the tincture of :i 111:111 in (he moon-, lig;!it. HIT liroihiT >Iicn:iel, ]Vij:r«?l Monkhouse and Fcrrty brinfC him in. !!<• Minis out In !>«• Halily Hrftn. Kay's inaiinicer. tvho has come to take her back. FVrily. In* :iunt f iinil IVjSKT*!* olil«r xisti-r >Iyra nr« uiu'om-crrH'il. lint Michael and IVi^rcI ar«; both In lov»- with Fay. Anil I'rjirsy lias plans of her own. * * * "I JUST RAN AWAY? CHAPTER IX "VOTJ must be very clever," said Peggy admiringly, ignoring Myra's questioning eye. Baldy Brien almost purred and was just about to expand again but Peggy got in first. "Would you be my manager?" Baldy stared at her. "Listen, baby. I'm in the show business, not running a girls' school. Run away. When you get your name in neon same place I'll come and listen to you, but I'm in it for dough—dough for me, and dough for them that can make it. I ain't a charitable organization." Peggy looked at him with infinite scorn. "Sucker!" she said. "And I swallowed your line. Why, 3 r ou couldn't see talent if it was pushed clown your throat!" Baldy started, surprised at this sudden attack. Then lie bristled. You're right, dead right, and I can't see it now." He turned to attack Fay again and looked around the room in surprise. Fay had gone, so had Fcrdy, Michael and Nigel. "Where are you staying?" asked Fcrdy's aunt quietly, realizing it was already late and that there were no hotels within many miles. "Thanks very much," said Baldy. "That's kind of you, lady. I was going to take my forty in the back of the car, but if you insist, 1 gladly accept your invitation." "I'm sure my nephew will enjoy you," said Fcrdy s aunt, after her first surprise at his self-invitation. "He has such strange ideas anyway, it will serve him right." Baldy looked quickly at her but she was knitting placidly. Out in the moonlight, incomparably peaceful in contrast with Uie recent minutes indoors, the three men and Fay were sitting on the wharf. One by one they had slipped out while Baldy was holding the floor and had wan- dered down to the quay. The three men were smoking. "Now I know," said Ferdy suddenly. . "Why you left New York." "I wonder," said Fay. The moonlight cast soft shadows in the night. The air was warm. "Sometimes you do something suddenly and you don't care whether it is right or wrong. You only know that you must do it." "But I don't understand it all," said Nigel slowly. Fay laughed, a low soft laugh. A fish splashed somewhere out on the lake. "Neither do I. It seems so quiet and peaceful here . . . after living so long in New York." Michael interrupted. "But New York—singing with a band like Johnny White's — you haven't given it up?" Fay laughed. "I haven't exactly given it up. I just ran away." "Ran away?" said Nigel. "Yes. Baldy is right. I had everything a girl could want. Everything a million girls would give their eye teeth to get—and 'I ran away." "You're going back?" asked Michael and there was a touch of wistfulness in his voice. "I don't know." Fay's voice came slowly, and in the pause that followed the eyes of all three men rested on her. * * * ALL three were thinking the •**• same thing—that here in the moonlight they wouldn't have minded staying silently for hours, just looking at her face as it was at that moment. It wore the lovely sadness of one who has seen every dream come true with a succession of miracles and then watched them all turn to dust and tinsel. Then she shook her head and laughed lightly, throwing her thoughts away from her. "I'll tell you. When I first began to be noticed it was wonderful, intoxicating. There was the applause, the praise—and money came easily. Then my agent told me the time had come to have a manager to build me up and he introduced me to Baldy Brien. He talks too much but he really is as straight as they come, according to his lights." "What happened then?" asked Nigel. "First you have a manager, then you have a press agent. Then you have to compete with Hollywood in hair, face and dress. You have to be a glamor girl. That means a dresser, it means endless hours for fittings, hair dressing, massage, voice lessons. It all costs money, and the onq that earns it has to pay. "First you are rich on fifty a week and it is all your own except the agent's cut. Then you go up -to seventy-five and a hundred. By that time you find you have about forty left for yourself. Then it goes up to a hundred and fifty. By this time you have thirty-five for yourself. By the time it gets to two hundred you have twenty-five left and a horde of people with their hands held out." She sighed and paused for breath. "But that isn't all/' Fay continued. "Your agent, your manager, your press agent, your maid all want to earn their money and they all find things xor you to do. They endorse this or that product for you and you have to get up early after working all night to> pose for photographs for advertisements. The telephone begins to ring all day. This and that paper want photographs, some amateur ,1 has an idea for a series, somebody <*$j knows the nicest man who wants to meet you. Then there are rehearsals for new numbers and all the time you are earning more and more, and more people are taking bigger and bigger cuts." A chuckle came from Ferdy. Fay looked at him and felt that he understood. She went on, encouraged by the darkness and the silence of the men. "You want to sing real songs and all the time you are plugging numbers that sound like every | T people who are interested in making money out of them. And all the time you feel you want to sing real songs. Then suddenly one morning the sun shines through your window and it is Spring for everyone except you, and you realize that you are just a glamorous fly in a vast web with hundreds of spiders after you." Ferdy laughed again. "So, if you have any sense you get up, slip out, and take the plane to Montreal." "That's just what I did, and I'm still all muddled up." - * * 1 'THE next morning promised'* a 1 hot day. A blue haze was | hovering over the woods below the I house and the distance was lost in ^ mist. ! ^ Peggy leapt out of bed de- f termined not to miss a single in- f stant of the weekend. "Where are you going?" said a sleepy voice from the other bed. "To swim before breakfast," said Peggy, smiling innocently. "Well, behave, yourself," murmured Myra, shutting her eyes again. "And if I find you making eyes at that agent again I'll push him into the lake." (To Be Continued) j

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