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BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.), ^COURIER NEWS WEDNESDAY, APRIL 29, 1942 ILLS COURIER NEWS ftZER NEWS'CO. HAINES, Publisher JF. MORRIS, Editor Advertising l&rierttefeg Representatives: Co, rN«r Yort Chicago, ' Mfrftmhl* * f , «•-*. -C^j.* > <*a . Afternoon Except Sunday ^ _ class matter at the post- Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press. 5^7 * ' SUBSCRIPTION RATES <«BjF> carrier in the City of Blytheville, 15c pel' Vtefc. or 65c per month. ' , within a radius of 50 mile*, 5300 $150 for six months, 75c for three *th&Yfby .mail in postal zones two to six $650 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. Tfye^Best Defense MacLeish scored a bull's eye when he told publishers that the *truth is the best defense against enemy ^propaganda. *» •> He would" have performed a greater service, ancl struck a more novel chord, af he had given the newspapermen an Sdea how, under current conditions, Jthey can get and print the truth.' =5' Every responsible editor, even under ^censorship, is doing his best to see that Clothing but the truth gets into his -^iews columns. But there isn't a news- '*•-.' . • .'.';..• ' - • ?paper in this country -which : can pre-' •itend with straight face that it prints ^all of the important truths it can ob- Stain and verify. 2 By general agreement, each .execu- ive^ withholds what~*in hfs? opinion Ijnight be of value to the national ene- ^jriies. Then— and this is what hurts— -• :-jhe deletes anything which he fears ^Washington might think could con- ^eivably be of value to the enemy. •| Ther resultHsr"pf ' course) that*4he, gpublic^ 6%Miris%; very incomplete" pic-" gture of what is going on. It learns ^much less than the truth. § ; Some of the details which the gov- ^ernment, withholds from the press, or - »*fc ' „'.•'.'.,• : '• £which editors withhold from the pub- klic, obviously should not be printed, or ^should be. .deferred, ;f or strategic rea- . ^' There /can be'no sound criticism, for gexamplejy igjf the^gvernment's refusal §to comment offc the^raid ; on Japan! "•HJA" 1 : ''•',.• ' ' . ?C— « ' -I i— - -', •. -'''•*'* -^^ •*• 4 iWashingttiii's reticelfe^ftasMeien -justi- r " : " '•' '' ''' l ~"' ' by j'tjp' uiibeiiev^Blyf $afinine se- Statementsi on- the •• iaid which t|have come--frp^v"Tokyo aifcl Berlin. >f Reading them;;: no layman iould ever |again give;"credencc to anymvar com- OutK;of' Nippon•'until it had •verified from a responsible source, gBy keeping still, our government has glet the Japs show themselves as the .|!clumsy Uars" they'are. ; v " ; ' "• •*|- Moreoyer,^tliei'e -; are occasions—-"and Ijth'e Tokyo bombings may' prove to be Jof this sort-^when"facts must be with- jheld until their' disclosure 'ho longer I can endanger our military and naval ^forces. , ,/, •*• In the name of national unity and ^morale, there is a persistent attempt to J soft pedal criticism of the official con*duct of this war. Specific facts and '^-figures by >. which the progress of our £ preparation could be measured are all :*tmt impossible to obtain for publication, i " <f& ' * :. ' * * *" 2 This is not a healthy situation. The ^.less genuine information the newspapers are permitted to print, the more ^receptive is "the public mind to clistort- ;;ed gossiping which sometimes actually ^is the product of obstructionists, sabo'- teurs, defeatists, fifth columnists. Mr. MacLeash 'is correct. The truth, while at 'times it will hurt, is the best defense against enemy propaganda. As director of the Office of Facts and Figures, can Mr. MacLeish arrange for newspapers to- obtain' a little more of the pregnant truth, and to be permitted to print it? • One~reason we're still halt 1 asleep, as 'a nation, in this war is that we haven't been given the valuable proof as to how important it is that we become awake. . Brewster Crackdolvn There would seem to be something very mysterious about .the .circumstances under which the Navy has taken over four plants of the Brewster Aeronautical Corporation. There was no labor trouble. 'Union spokesman praised the company's attitude toward employes. Both the Navy's new manager and the-union represcn- - tativcs denied that there is enemy alien trouble in the plant. The Navy says the plants were not producing finished planes. The union says the failure appears to be clue to inability to get necessary parts from subcontractors. All agree that-one reason planes have not been produced is that the plant has been switched to a new type of aircraft. ' • Perhaps there is some* further important fact which all parties cpncern- cd are conspiring to keep from the public. If not, the Navy/s action would seem to be unusually drastic—and perhaps misdirected. If subcontractors do not deliver, why not take over their plants^if anybody's? ,, ^ We .want war production to the limit. But we don't want a lot of cracking down just to prove how tough some big boy is. • SO THEY SAY Russia may settle the war for us 'In 1942. —Lord Bcavcrbrook. . . '- c f-, # * * " ' "~* I understand that Hitler uses a type of antitrust enforcement which is a bit meaner than anything I advocate.—Assistant Attorney General Tliurman Arnold. . f .^ , ( lp< * * rk . * - ••-,,'• ""•I believe "labor is so patriotic thai if they, •were assured all gains would go into the national treasury and not into the pockets of some firms, they would make any''sacrifice.—Rear Admiral Emory Land, chairman of Maritime Commission. * '. * • * V'l/ The 'day of the Vast empire is past, but the ' da'y- c ofVquai peoples is at hand.—Wendell Will- kic. * * » I always thought I was a good sailor until I joined the Uniicd States Navy.—Lieut. Douglas Fairbanks Jr. *..*.* There is actual, continuous and substantial interference with interstate movement of war materials in many states because of certain state, laws.—Joseph B. Eastman, director of Office of Defense Transportation. * * * If this is to be a long war, we must now face the fact that we may be confronted with an overall, nationwide labor shortage.—Paul V. McNutt, chairman of War Manpower Commission. * • .- * * Americans like .democracy well enough to fight for it any time and every time a new mob of international racketeers wants to take it over and change it for us.—William L. Batt, of War Production Board. * * * You knew that I regard my task very seriously, so in my opinion generals like MacArihur have not encouraging but most discouraging capabilities.—Adolf Hitler. SIDE GLANCES Main Street, U. S. A. / .,., 'COPR. 194; BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG, U. S. PAT. OFF. "1 have my .doubts about, baseball bolstering the nation's morale;—just look at you .when the home team loses!" THIS CURIOUS WORLD CALIFORNIA PROM WESTERN COLORADO WOULD STAMPS AND LICKL THE OTHER SIDE, Xv'lLUAM <EMO5HA. WISCONSIN. TIic missing city of Cibola. Jtiti &&£&•***?& ground. Oscar cnught it and then returned all three fish to the bowl to let them freshen up. They tried it again, and this time all three fish jumped around like crazy, fcrgettin tghey were sup- .posed to succumb gradually to the imagined fumes of ether. You'd think that in a .situation like this, with production costs mounting every second and with a subject which has been of inestmable importance to the whole civilized world that Sturges would have been justified in soaking tliaf handkerchief with genuine ether. Such things aren't done in the movies- however, because the nai tion's goldfish lovers might tip- off he anti-yivisectionists, who would rganize a boycott! FOURTH AND FINAL On the fourth try, Eenie, Meenie and Moe were getting pretty bored with the proceeding.^ so the? wiggled a bit and then relaxed on the handkerchief. McCrea prodded Esne, who dopily waved a fin to show that he still lived. McCrea then gathered up the handkerchief by the corners and dumped the Ginsbergs back in the bowl.' ' Just then somebody remembered that the door of the bookcase behind McCrea ' had been open,, whereas it was - closed in the previous shot. Therefore the two wouldn't match, so the latter would have to be done over again. The tension was so great around Stage 6 by ,this time that I tiptoed out before Mr.' Sturges exploded. Incidentally, I wish any prejudice in the to disclaim controversy, flourishing since the 1360's, about who discovered or first employed anesthesia. Sturges, who wrote this play, says that Morton didn't actually discover it, but that he first put it to practcal use and proved its value to the world. Forgery losses in 1928 were estimated at $200,000,000. FOR SALE Nice 4 room cottage with bath. Plastered throughout. Trice $1850. Terms. Thomas Land Company H. C. : Campbell,,. Salesman SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND'FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. 1942. NEA SERVICE. INC' • HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD BY PAUL HARRISON NEA Service Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD—In the light of what is going on in the rest of the world, the story of Prestorj Sturges and the three goldfisli should be our lesson topic for to--' day, kiddies, because it points a pretty moral. . The goldfish figure in Sturgcs' ciUTcnt picture, "Triumph Over Pain," which is the story of how dentist, gave anesthesia to the world.r He used goldfish during his ttrst experiments. So today we have Joci McCrea, as Morton, working on; the ^oldfLsh, which arc known to their friends hereabout as Ecnie, Meenie and Moe Ginsberg. Not realizing or even caring about the dramatic role they wcro to play, the three little Ginsbergs were swimming around in a large glass bowl while Director Sturges got every thing ready. Oscar Lau, the prop man, stood ready with a net. :! "Start, the camera . and the sound'v"vbrdered Sturges. ''so that the fish don't have to wait for anything." : Eenic, Meenie and Moe were transferred to a dampened handkerchief on a table in front of the intently peering Dr. Morton, or McCrca. He was .supposed to have soaked the handkerchief in ether and now was watching the effect. It was instantaneous. Moe leaped off the book, hesitated ou the edge of the table, then slithnred down McCrca's leg to the floor like a salmon headed for its spawning OTT OUR WAY GOSH, THIS USED TO BB A SBAUTIFUU P TO By J. II Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople EGJ\D,T\M16&S/ THE VMJNTED UOOPLB <E>OUl_ OF ^ P/XRTV AT THE CLUBjX^LL RUNJ OOVONi FIRST TH\N<3 8UY. t-ROMPH: MORMIMG T>LL_ AMOlO/ /A VOD DENIER CODLO GET /\ 36B 6OOK\H SMITH OP YOU CPsNi $100 BOMOS FOR. ^25O AMD LEFT TO TOSS A PARTY \\IOULO MAKE NERO DROP HIS RODLE/ THE STORY: Fer«1y torton'n 'weekend KUCMtn nt hi* Canadian country pl.-icc have had two sur- prisen. One -wax to learn that Fay Ilnnxnnt. beautiful Montreal »o- cisilite, I.H tho famous nij^ht club Hinder, Gay Randall. The other f.* >vhen Bnldy Ilrien, Fn'y'M manager, barpres in to take her back to Broadway. Pejfjry Slack, 17. starts n campaign dcwpitc her older NIN- ter Myra'* protcNtm. I'cpKy planw 1o win Fay nway from IVijcel Dlonkhouae for her brother JH- chncl, and to use Baldy to further ker own "career." * * * "DAMES ARE CRAZY" CHAPTER XI T OW and grumbling were the muUerings that stirred the quiet of the lounge room as Peggy and Myra sat outside on the veranda. "Dames . . . hmph!" growled the voice indignantly. "Crazy. Plain crazy." Peggy jumped up, impatient to pursue her plans for the morning, but she slowed her stride as she entered the room, and her voice was casual and disinterested. "Something biting you, Baldy?" She popped a strip of bacon into her mouth and foraged at the sideboard for another piece of toast. "Don't call me Baldy," he groused. "Squirt like you oughta be more respectful to her elders." "So dames are crazy," mused Peggy, dropping into the chair next to him. "They arc, Where's Fay?" "Down by the lake I expect," said Peggy. "What has she done now?" "It ain't what's she done. It's \vhat she's going to do that's got me worried. And if she don't make up her mind soon we'll miss that afternoon plane to New York." Peggy's eyes widened as she gazed at the little man. "You're not going back so soon?" "Listen, baby. Even five minutes ago isn't soon enough for me." "Gee!" said Peggy, her eyes limpid with what looked like disappointment, "Just when I was thinking we'd have a really interesting man." Baldy Bricn returned her gaze, completely unimpressed. *'Oh yeah?" he said. Peggy offered to help him in his search for Fay. He refused the offer but found that she had the persistence of a mosquito. Not unlike one, Peggy was quite aware that every man has a vulnerable point somewhere. She showed him the way to the lake and found Nigel disconsolately lying in the sun on the wharf. she was to have any attention from j the men she would have to distract them from their fixed idea, so she went to the .boathouse and changed into her Hawaiian swimming suit. » * * TTTHEN Peggy returned she real" ized that she had left two men together xvho had every reason, to dislike one another intensely. It was apparent that they did. Nigel lay on his back gathering a tan and Baldy sat in. an over- pressed play suit of blue cotton perspiring slightly and smoking a very long cigar with a moody unconsciousness of the striking beauty of the morning. He looked at the exceedingly attractive vision of Peggy coming from the boathouse. "I thought you said Gay was down here." "You told me that too," said Nigel reproachfully. Peggy's eyes narrowed with a certain satisfaction and the pert smile on her lips showed that so far, things were going her way, even though she would have preferred to manage the two men separately. "I only wanted to help," said Peggy. At that moment just as Nigel sat up and noticed obviously and obligingly how attractive she looked in her new swimming suit, Myra emerged from the woodland path and sauntered down to join them. Peggy'real ized that her sister would sec through her plans only too quickly, so she smiled sweetly at Nigel and decided to leave Baldy till later. "Let's go and find her in the canoe," she suggested. "Right," said Nigel all too willingly. "I'll come too," said Baldy. "No you won't," said Peggy "Can you swim?" "What's that got to do with it?' asked Baldy. "Everything," she r e p.l i e d "When you swim from a camoc in the middle of a lake." Myra sat down beside BaloV an they watched the other two pusl off in the sunlight. The cano cut through the mirror-like sur face of the lake with a swift per fection of motion and the two i it completed a perfect picture fo a still young summer morning their strokes falling immediately into perfect rhythm. Peggy's dark hair, vividly colored swimming suit and lithe, 'Hullo. Fay?" Have any of you seen "We were just looking for her,' r said Peggy. She realized that if vibrant body were picture-book contrast to the tanned torso of Nigel, muscular and hard after camp training. "She's .pretty, isn't she?" sai* yra' watching her sister appre- iatively and anxious to find out ow much she had' impressed aldy. "She's just a kid," said Baldy. Besides, I wouldn't care if she vas Hedy Lamarr. I got prob- ems." There was a note of bitterness n his voice that made Myra take quick glance, but he looked like nothing more menacing than any iversmart, ovcrslick parasite. * * * 6TTS like this with me," he began, unable to resist an ;udience. "Twenty years I been n show business, twenty years I een 'em all, going and coming, up and down. Twenty years. And ister, that's time that is. Why, i man in the pen .for life don't get more than twenty years if he's ;ot a good record, and some of hem gets out in less. But I've had ;wenty years and^ what I don't <now about show business you couldn't put on a dime. Twenty years—ten on the boards and ten managing talent, if and when I could find it—and sister, believe t or not, it's easier lookin' for leedles in a haystack. "Now take this dame. She's got everything, even a red liead, and that's hot right now. a pair of legs and a voice that knocks 'cm over. All the work I done on her coming out with a bunch of contracts like flowers on a cherry tree and what do I get? "She quits on me, quits on me, that's what she does! Runs away and does she tell me where she's going? No, she does not. I burn the air with cables and I spend dough like it was dirt and what do I find? She's just taking a weekend with a bunch of hicks." 'What was that?" asked Myra darkly. "In the sticks," said >; Baldy, correcting himself. "As if I couldn't have fixed a weekend for her at some nice place if she wanted a rest. Some nice place where she could be seen around with a few of names that count, where I could fix a few candid shots for the press boys, where I could get Johnny White chasing her making a play for that contract. And what about him? He loses the best contract of -he season on the air if he doesn't get her. Is that fair? I ask you, is that fair?" But Myra was less interested in Baldy's troubles with Fay than in whatever impression on him Peggy . might have made. Her first problem was to keep that rattlebrained youngster from carrying out whatever plot churned in her pretty head. (To Be Continued) ~ *

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