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r FAGtFWt BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.), COURIER NEWS FRIDAY, MAY 1, 1942 TfflB BLrmEVlLLB COURIER NEWS COURIER NEWS CO. . HAINES, Publisher . F. NORRIS, Editor R. WHTTEHEAD, Advertising Manager Sole Nation*! Advertising Representatives: Wttmer Co»,N T «r York, Chicago, Dt- Atlanta, Memphis. Mttished Every Afternoon Except Sunday - lateral as second class matter at the post- Btoe 'at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act ol Oomress, October 9, 1917. !•_,*• - — ...... ------ - -Served by the United Press. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier In. the City of Biytheviile, 15o per veek. or €5c 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 jpear payable in advance. Let's Not Be Naive The conclusion of a New York Icgis- ative committee; that Communism may menace the United States even more in the future than it has in the past, should not be brushed aside casually just because Russia happens to be our military ally for the moment. Neither should the danger be minimized on any theory that radicalism is a problem peculiar to New York, or 'to the larger cities generally. There is ample evidence of its nation-wide activity. The committee's statement is partially limited by the fact that the Icg- L islators were restricted to the relatively narrow field of Stalinist activity centering hi : the public school system of a single city. Handicapped thus, after 1G months of intelligently; arduous digging the . ' New York committee warns that Com- ^munism and Communists are not work. :.4ng for the benefit of the United States, ^ or; for the cause of democracy. They ~are working for Communism, and for - -Russia, and for Josef Stalin. " "• '•'. ."'"* ;•.•>'. * ' .- „ Noting that -there .is no substantial , evidence that Communism's 20-year * designs to instigate a proletarian revolution 'in the United States have been abandoned, or will be, the legislators . note the assumption that "the subversive tactics which have been temporarily disguised will emerge again. "If, in the meantime, the Communists succeed in extending their influ- $g. ence undercover of their present pseu- "-^' do-patriotic garb, while we naively take them ' at face value and permit our• selves to be hoodwinked into a false • sense of security, \ve will find to our sorrow that the problem will be more acute in days to come than it has in the past." '" • i • This is true of the schools, of which primarily it, was said. It is true equally of all government services, and of those trades unions serving key industries, upon which Stalinist organizers : have concentrated. : • * * * It is not the dictum of red-baiters. The men who directed the inquiry were known for liberalism, to the extent that some had been accused of radicalism. . Moreover, their conclusion is identical with that of one of the great liberals of all time, Prof. John Dewey, who has written of this very problem: "The American people should bear clearly in mind that Stalin's actions— and those of his agents and sympathizers here — will be governed by his own interest as he conceives it, regardless of the efforts of or the consequences to his present democratic allies. . . Stalin knows what his apologists here apparently do not know — that totalitarianism and democracy will not mix." OUT OUR WAY This is not to suggest; that \ve relax in the slightest our all-out effort to help Stalinist Russia against Nazi Germany. Oh the contrary, let us expand and speed up that program to the limit of our capacity. But let us keep always close before our eyes the distinction between military Russia, which is helping us to beat the axis, and Communism, which hates democracy more than Nazism, but-fears Hitler more than Roosevelt. All Upset Provided the statement be understood in the limited sense in which it is used, it is truthful to say that the United Nations now have seized the offensive' from Germany. That does not mean that we arc about to launch a do-or-die drive to recapture the occupied countries. But in the war of nerves we've taken charge. We have Hitler up in the air, Mussolini worried sick, and Tokyo begging the Japs not to get excited. Which is all to the good. When a snake is trying to assimilate an over- gluttonous feast, it's pleasant and profitable to upset his digestion. He might regurgitate. What's the Hurry? The spreading movement for lower automobile speed limits should have the whole-hearted support of every motorist, out of sheer selfishness if patriotism isn't enough motive. At 40 miles an hour, the average automobile will go almost three miles farther on each gallon of gas than at 55 miles an hour, and slightly more than six miles to the gallon farther than at G5 miles an hour. At 35 miles an hour, your tires will average to last more than twice as long as they will at 55. Such Nonsense The executive officers of the C. I. 0. reject firmly the silly notion that the United Mine Workers merely lent that 31,665,000 for organization purposes. They say it was a gift. We were not present at the'original conversations at which'that lease-lend operation was arranged. But we can't see why John L. Lewis is so anxious about a little sum like that. He isn't going to redistribute it among the miner dues payers, is he? Or to finance a strike in the coal fields? Or to pay the costs of organizing the dairymen to charge more for the milk they ship to the cities where the miners buy it? •SO THEY SAY We have the stuff to start out with the oocls against us and take on --and lick the biggest, roughtest, toughest gang of muscle men ever assembled in one mob.—William L. Batt, War Production Board ofTicial. * * * If enemy planes should drop bombs by the ton on American cities, they could do little more damage to our ability to fight the war than we do through our own carelessness. — Defense Transportation Director Joseph B. Eastman, * * * No patriotic American can or will nsk seamen to risk their lives to preserve moloring-ns- usunl.—Petroleum Co-ordinator Hnrold Ickes. * * * American unity is the blind spot in the dictators' plan for world conquest—Paul V. McNutt, chairman of War Manpower Commission. -'- • — ^""""""1 rrmuj , I SIDE -DUNCES 19*1*1*"' ^ a P a Had a Hard Day at the Office " — ..^_ 1[ ^ H ^^ r l;L^^»ii^£3Bfl:l r ^ . .. / ..._..... . ,.L. ^ : ^. .... - ... - - .... ; 'H-\ OT& &%&'&#» _;'COPR. 1M2 BY NEA'BERVICErmC. T. it fi£C,U. S. PAT. OFF,. S'\ "Mother certainly has pepped up since she started defense work and quil worrying about how those daytime radio serials were going to turn out!" honey is helping to provide same. | libraries of all the jokes ever "I keep having to change the itterecl, and how they merely select By William Ferguson MOTH SPREAD OVER: THE. UNITED BECAUSE A HOUSEKEEPER. IN THE HOAAH OF A\. TROUBEl-OT, A\ ED FORD, M ASSAC H USETtS SWEPT OUT INTO THE YARD A BATCH C MOTH EGGS WHICH THE. SCIENTIST HAD BROUGHT FKOA\ EUROPE FOR. EXPERIA\ENTAL PURPOSES'. COPR. 1942 BY NEA SERVICE CONTAINS EVEKV PHASE OF GTUIMATE EXCEPT Says AAARV D. SWANS ON CJuLDESAC f IDAHO. whole picture to work, in Wilkie's gags," grumbled William Keighley, the director. He seems pleased, though, and so are Ann Sheridan and Jack Benny, the principals. IT STOOD UP I saw a brief .sample of the Mahoney touch during a visit to the sound stage. Benny and Miss leridan drove up to the ram- lackle house that she had bought ght-imseen. As they walked to ic tumbledown porch she re- inded him: "You know, the Con- .itution of the United States was gned just a few miles away." And Benny, surveying the im- ediate premises, retorted: "That eems to be trie only thing that as stood up around here!" In a part of world which is xcessively populated by people ho think they're funny and pend most of their time shouting econd-liand quips to prove it, Vilkie Mahoney is unique. He peaks softly, and then mostly of erious things. If there is any true cience in honor, Mahoney is a cientist, because his idea of a big veiling is to settle down with a ook on semantics or psychology. CANS CKISS-CKOSS All other gag-men whom I know oast of their criss-cross-indexed NEXT: Do summer showers cool the air? « HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD ind twist these cracks to fit required situations. .Mahoney never has filed i singie clipping, and his aversion :o such blatant piracy is enhanced by the fact that thousands of the wtticisms, epigrams and puns which ;ie has borne out of hard labor have been popping up for almost 20 years in the thin disguise provided by Hack humorists. He came up the hard way— along a route that parallels the rise from lowly burlesque of some of today's greatest comedians. After graduating from Santa Clara University, Mahoney hurried to Hollywood "and hammed around for a few years in the hope of being a new Slim Summerville." His natural diffidence probably licked him. Anyway, during one of his intervals of starvation, he thought up a couple of jokes and submitted one to Judge and one to Captain Billy's Whizzbang. To his amazement each replied with a check for $5, and Mahoney thereupon became a gag-man. The jokes— My space is filled. More of Mahoney later. • -If caught young, a jungle-borr tiger or lion is easier to train than one born in captivity. Artist Finds Lack of Wai\ Art LOS ANGELES. Cal. (UP) -r Rockwell Kent, famous artist, ir ists art isn't being given an adel quate role in the national defense a three months' tour of thj United States, he insists he ha| net heard a single brass ban-i drumming up morale or a singfj poster calculated to inspire trJ public to a,greater effort. \ CASH Paid for Late Model AUTOMOBILES and TRUCKS. 117 E. Main, at Blytheville Motor Co., W. T. Barnett. SERIAL STORY - • FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT;' COPYRIGHT. 1942. -. NEA SERVICE. INC-.MAROONED CHAPTER XIII BY FAUl, HARRISON j XKA Service Staff Correspondent 'HOLLYWOOD.—Wilkie Mahoney, who thinks up funny lines ami situations for the movies, is a tall, unobtrusive man who slouches around in a vast gaberdine coati and looks something like a tent wrecked by a high wind. His house has a sod roof, and he says he works hard to keep a patch of ground over his head. Mahoney is the only gag specialist still flourishing in the movie industry. Hollywood used to be full of joke-adapters, most of whom have moved into the booby-hatch or radio. Mahoney survived the padded-cell school of vaudeville and radio scripting and has escaped into the film studios. He now is regularly under contract to M-G-M, where he functions as a consultant in pepping up .screen quences or whole .screen plays which have gone flat. Just now, his services are being rented to Warner Brothers to brighten up the screen version of "George Washington Slept Here.'' The play was mostly sprightly dialog written by George Kaufman and Moss Hart, but motion pictures require movement as well as blush-proof lines, and Ma- Save for Victory Have your shoes, tarpaulins and bean sacks repaired at the TRU-BMJE SHOE SHOP 31G E. Main St. We buv and trade shoes. WHY, THIS IS SO LIGHT AMD CLEAN THAT I WOULDN'T MIND HERE MjYSELF/ I-ALr W&/S THOUGHT WERE TERRIBLY CROWDED PLACES/ THEY WERE, LADY-- BUT VT SEEMS PEOPLE AIN'T MUCH I INTERESTED IM ANYTHING TILL IT.GITS SO BIG THEY CANT GRASP AMY OF rr / WELL THEY NEVER GRASPED ANYTHING IM TH' LITTLE OL' SHOPS EITHER.—IT KEPT'EM SO BUSY KEEPIN'OUT OF GEARS AM' DOD61W' DIRTY CASTINGS GREASY MACHINES THEY WENT OUT AS DUMB AS THESE BABIES WILL: MEW 6UTLOQK AMD THE OLD LCOKOUT By J. II Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople EGAD.' T TKU6T VOU L/XD6 ^ BUYlt^S WAR ST/XMP6 \^iTH VOUR DI/NAE6 -— HAvR-RUMPM /-^- T PDRCMAvSED TvABe^ TMREH ^1OO BONDS TOO/XV WlTVA ^ FRON\ N\V €>U6P\R-8tET V41LL D6 H%/XCTLV EVEN FOR AvU-TUTB LIFTING i\W SMMA- CU/XNGH'OL)T OP OLO BO\V/U/ w. UWEV'RE f\F course at the moment—Peggy qualified her plotting—she wasn't really interested in anyon'e like Nigel. It would be fun to see if she could win some of his devotion from Fay's lovely direction, but Baldy was her mark. Baldy, she was ambitiously sure, knew the show business from props to pocketbook and back again. Smart as he was, and with his New York background, he' could set any talented girl on the way to an exciting and glamorous—not to mention profitable—career. Her family had scorned her singing and still thought of her as the baby of the family. It would be grand to show them what she could do, to come home from. New York with lovely clothes and lots of money, bringing presents for all the family. But Baldy could wait a little. If she could keep Fay out of his way he could be kept up at the house for the whole weekend, and it wasn't smart maneuvering to rush a man like that. The thing was to get him awa^e of her, appreciative of her possibilities. In the meantime it was a good thing to have two strings to her bow. Nigel was a good second. If worst came to worst, and she was unable to make a friend of Baldy and influence him to her designs, she could fall back on Nigel, perhaps even marry him. It was as simple as that, by Peggy's romantic reasoning: opportunity at her feet, just waiting for her to kick it whichever way it suited her. The fact that Nigel's eyes were searching the shore for someone else did not greatly disturb her, nor did the fact that his thoughts \vere elsewhere. It was she who suggested that they should land on the island and swim and dry in the sun. The island was a great slab of rock rising from the lake, with round smooth surfaces near the water and hollows in the center that the centuries had filled with silt irom which grew a tangle of undergrowth and a cluster of fragrant pines. The rock was warm and the air full of the tangy smell of the woods, but the water was cool* Nigel was a good swimmer, and while he gave Peggy a demonstration of diving she slipped the knot of the canoe and, diving after him, challenged him to a race, 'it led, naturally, out of sight of the drifting canoe. He did not notice it as they climbed out, cool and refreshed and lay on the warm rock to dry in the sun. "Are you going overseas?" asked Peggy, opening her campaign. * * * TVTIGEU turned and looked 'at \-\ Peggy as she lay on one elbow on the sunsplashed rock. She had slipped off her bathing cap and her dark curls tumbled free. The impish amusement in her green eyes caught his eyes and held them for a moment. Then he looked at her as though he were seeing her for the first time. Her swimming suit, two draped strips of violently colored pattern "I suppose a girl like that could marry almost anyone." This remark was an attempt to sound out Nigel and he rose like a fish. "I expect so." He gave a sigh of resignation as though at that moment, lying in the sun, it was against a dark red background, suited her remarkably well and showed off in sharp contrast the contours of her young body with the lithe slimness of a dancer. His eyes turned away from hers with a sudden embarrassment. He had not given Peggy a thought before this moment, so full had his heart been of another girl, a well-groomed girl with a serene, easy beauty so different from this gay child who gave the impression of a coil of wire ready to spring with restrained vitality— who was so stimulating in her frank enjoyment of every moment. "Yes," he said. "I expect to be going overseas at any time now." "Men are lucky," said Peggy. "Why?" asked Nigel with a sudden smile. Peggy shrugged. 'They can be soldiers, sailors, airmen. I'd like to fly. Girls aren't allowed to do any of the interesting things." 'They just have to be one of the interesting things." Peggy's green eyes rested on NigeVs face as he stared up into the sky. "Am I interesting?" Nigel grinned at her ingenuous frankness. "Well," he said doubtfully, "I wonder." He turned to meet her green eyes and saw the flash of humor in them and laughed aloud. "You are fishing." "No," she replied "I'm not. I think Fay is interesting. I'd like to be like her." "You aren't so v«ry bad as you are," he countered. "Why do you want to be like her?" "I'd like to do things. She has success, monej 1 , knows fascinating people. Juat—" she finished naively, "— . Nigel laughed. "7ay doern't seem to think it wat such a success." "How do you know?" asked Peggy with surprise. "She was telling us last night. I gathered the big tim« had its drawbacks." "That's because she's 4 marrying type of girl." He demurred at that, ''Perhaps it was because the kind of success she had was too full of parasites—like our friend Baldy," as it had been the night before. "Do you think she would marry for love . . . that is, if she fell in love with -some quite ordinary man?" Nigel shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?" "I was just thinking," mused Peggy. "She'd make a lovely sister-in-law." "What do you mean?" There was an edge of interest in Nigel's voice. "Why, haven't you noticed yet?" Peggy registered childish deep surprise. "Noticed what?" asked Peggy lay back on the warn rock, her head cushioned on her'fH hands and her eyes fihed with that limpid innocence her sister knew so well. "She thinks he's wonderful. She told me herself this morning ... before breakfast too! And, of course, anyone can see what he thinks." * * * "MIGEL took his eyes from the colorful figure by his side. He lay down again and said nothing. The slight wedge that Peggy had slipped between his common sense and his jealousy was very effective. There was a distinct pang of pain, but whether it hurt his heart or his self-esteem he did not bother to question. What surprised him most was that in the warmth of the sun, after such a pleasant swim, it did not annoy him nearly as much as it might have done. But it brought back to him the fact that he had not seen Fay this morning. He sat up abruptly and looked about for the canoe. "The canoe has gone^" he announced. Peggy fluttered. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "What shall we do?" "I don't know. It's too far to swim. "We'll have to wait," said Peggy. "Someone is sure to Let's have another swim." " l They did, and after it sprawled comfortably on the sunbaked rock to dry again. Whereupon Peggy opened Round Two. For an amateur, she did remarkably well. Half an hour later anyone seeing the two figures lying there and hearing {lie murmur of conversa-> tion and the exchange of laughter would have concluded that the two people had known one another for a very long time. (To Be Continued)

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