The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on May 2, 1942 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, May 2, 1942
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r FACE FOOT BLITHE VILLE (ARK.), COURIER NEWS -SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1942 THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS TPE COURIER NEWS CO. ', «. JT.'.HAINBS, Publisher 1 SAMIJEL F. NORRIS, Editor WBL R. WHTTEHEAD, Advertising Managw fete National Advertising Representatives: Wftlfcce Winner Co, New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- €flke at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act ol Oooiress, October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press. SUBSCRIPTION RATES 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, $150 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. Dirty Little Sheets Apparently Attorney General Biddlc found the water was not so hot as he had feared. Except for a few professional liberals, and of course the Christian Fronters, almost everybody was pleased when Father Coughlin's Social Justice was given the works. Now Mr. Biddle has announced his readiness to go after a lot more "dirty little sheets," which are preaching sedition, bigotry, defeatism, anti-democracy generally. The attorney general lias a broad and fertile field in which to work. This nation at war, fighting not alone for the theoretical cause of democracy but-for its very existence, has been tolerating hundreds of "dirty little sheets'' \yhich have no possible excuse for cxV istence. ; Few of them, individually, do much harm. .Their circulation is limited. Their prestige is nil. They are read principally by men and women whose loyalty ranges from passivity to nonexistence. '-•.. . ' - -#•••* * v 'The Department' of Justice has stripped the gears of "Copperhead Notes" by its action against Ellis 0. Jones and the deserter Robert Noble, - and of the , vicious "Galilean" by the 'arrest of William Dudley Pelleyv But there still remain at least a hundred subversive daily and weekly printed and mimeographed sheets which, by design or coincidence, play Hitler's game in this country. There is "Tjhe Broom," issued in that highly strategi£;.defense. 1 city, San Diego. Its^'tone'may be judged from its discovery that V (for Victory) actually is a Jewish symbol standing for "Violence, Vengeance and Sabotage." This is reminiscent of the expose by "X-Ray," of Muncie, Ind., that the V dates from the feast of Bcjshazzar. The . context in which "X-Ray" publishes it's learning may be\ judged from a Febru- ; •" ary'article warning that the* Jews are seeking to mingle their and Negro blood with that of other races through the blood banks which have been es- tabished 'for transfusions for our war wounded. * * * How can a nation at war continue to talerate "Publicity," published by E. J. Garner at Wichita, which commented on Pearl Harbor: "The Japs did Sunday just what Secretary of State Hull and his war-mongering pal, Lord Halifax, of London, have been longing £or—they attacked Honolulu and the Philippines. Now the United States has a war on its hands. So then what?" By citation and quotation, space permitting,, the case against these and scores of others could be made irrefutable.. Truly, Mr. Biddle was restrained in the v best Philadelphia "Quaker tradition when he confined his epithet to "dirty little sheets." We can fight this war very well without such publications or their authors and sponsors. We Protect France Officially, the State Department must recognize the Laval government unless some particularly virulent act makes Vichy an active ally of the Nazis. Therefore we must continue to receive and reply gravely to such communications as the protest against our sending troops to protect New Caledonia against the' Japs. Unofficially, American public opinion declines to recognize Laval as spokesman for France. So long as Quislings are forced upon France by German arms, we shall feel free to protect her against the treachery of recreant Frenchmen. Nazi Narcotic No wonder the German people arc bewildered at the sail tears which Adolf Hitler wept'into his toothbrush mustache. They haven't had opportunity to witness, like us, the wonders of Goebbels' propaganda. The sad story which Der Fuehrer told the world can't fool anybody who has followed the Hitler psychology in action. He fooled the French into considering the Maginot Line impregnable, and then destroyed an unprepared country. He has tried to lull us into somnolence, so we could relax our preparation in mistaken belief that Nazism was ready to fall to pieces of its own weight. We aren't having any of that narcotic. We'll increase our military effort until Hi tier ism is crushed. SO THEY SAY We honor beyond measure the heroic people of Greece, who-have written a page of glory in their annals from which they shall yet reap the fruit.—The Rt. Rev. William T: Manning, Episcopal bishop of New York. * * * Income limitations may be suitable in these times, and I'll support the President's proposal. —Senator Arthur Capper, :Kansas Republican.* * * Ask the women and children whom Hitler is starving whether the rationing of tires and gasoline and Sugar is too great a "sacrifice." —President Roosevelt. * * * I object strongly to the principle of a flat limit .on individual incomes.—Senator Robert A. Taft, Ohio Republican. * * * We are not fighting- to preserve the world we ,once knew, but to attain the world which we once visioned.—Richard KerckhotT, Kent State University war essay winner. * * * Greece has been known as the mother of civilization. Now she may be known as the savior of civilization by upsetting the Nazi timetable of aggression.—Evangelos Sekeris. Greek minister of education and religion in exile. * * » When people are hungry, they are going to fight. It is my observation that the gastric juices of people in dictator states work the same as those in a democracy.—Dr. Walter Van Kirk, secretary of the Federal Council ol Churches. * * * The words of "La Marseillaise" must ring again in the hearts of all Frenchmen who have not reconciled themselves with slavery.—A. H. Silver, Cleveland rabbi. * * * We cannot have all we want if our soldiers and sailors are to have all they need,—President Roosevelt. SlDE f GUNCES'lifli ^' flSMZ BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U.'S. PAT. OFF. "Beg your pardon—thought you were rny wife!" ' THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson Minimum WEEPIN& WILLOWS IN ENGLAND AND NORTH FROA\ TO ENGLAND/ THE BASKET ON THE BANK OF THE A HOT SUMMER'S DAY, NOT THE THAT BRINGS VOL* NAME. OF THE NUMEROUS hours, Taurog having decided he had better get them before the main brawl began. EGYPTIAN INTRIGUE Back across the huge lot to Stage , where there was supposed to be . vast and impressive scene for "Cairo," the new Jeanette MacDon- picturs in which she, as a Hollywood singing star on a world our, gets involved in a mess of var intrigue in Egypt. The set in use, however, was one corner of a room, and the only :layers on it were Miss MacDonald ind Rob; rt Young. Actually a secret agent, he was applying for a pos- tion as a butler, and she spotted lim as a phony. "If there's one thing I've learned from making nusical pictures,' she was saying scathingly, "it's how to recognize Dad acting!" Wliih I was waiting to speak to Miss MacDonald, a photographer from another company drifted by and whispered that if I wanted to see the scenic sensation of 1942 I'd better drift out to Stage 19. Ther? on the "Seven Sisters" set, he decared, all seven of the beautiful leading ladies were to be viewed in their scanties. The studio censor had been called out to decide whether the boudoir sequence would «et by the Hays Office. So off galloped Harrison to the other end of the lot. x Van Heflin, the leading man, was just coming • out of Stage 19. He said, "Golly! you shoulda been here a while ago. They had all the gals—" "I know,' I said. ''But what's happening now?" "Nothing," said Heflin. "The •company just quit for lunch. They finished the bedroom shot." NO SOUND OR FURY I found a telephone and called a few other studios. RKO offered some excitement. World War I was being fought there for the picture called "Army Surgeon," The biggest sound stage was full of trenches, barbed wire, hand-to-hand conflicts and more pyrotechnics than ever had been witnessed on an interior set. Okay, I'd be there right after After lunch, the , battlefied turned' out to be impressive but deserted. One of the principals had foded up with a case of flu and had been sent home. The action had been shifted to a frontline dressing station in a dugout with nurse Jane Wyatt in conversation with Capt. Jimmy Ellison. Over the hills to Universal where a super-dooper dance number was supposed to be in progress. Only trouble was that it hac progressed lo the point where thej now were shooting closeups o appreciative spectators and of j girl singing. I left the studio anc f ent across the street to see a bar- ender named Joe. CARMI, 111. (UP)—School officials will put a 'small copper box ound in a recently razed school in the cornerstone of a new school building. The copper box contained a letter written by a Dr. Daniel Berry, dated 1876, the 100th year of U. S. independence. CASH Paid for Late Model AUTOMOBILES and TRUCKS. 117 L Main, at Blythe- vilie Motor Co., W. T. Barnett. ANSWER: Covering 1he land with frogs, turning the Nile into blood, covering the land with locusts, afflicting the Egyptians with boils, etc. " .'V * NEXT: \VTiy docs "X" stand for a kiss? * HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD BY I'AUL HARRISON NEA Service Staff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD—Movie plots are a good deal more predictable than movie production, and as this is written your panting and frazzled reporter has come in from a 50- mile reconnaissance of three studios without witnessing anything lie set out to see. Out at Metro, for instance, word was received that mayhem, battery and wholesale destruction were being committed on Stage 21, where Norman Taurog is directing Mickey Rocney and others in "A Yank at Eton." It seems that Rooney leads his high-hatted classmates in wrecking an offending night club, and a free-for-all fight betwes about 50 youngsters and a doze husky waiters and musicians ough to be something to see. When I got there, the camei was recording the efforts of a flustered fat boy to extricate himself from a busted bass drum. This and other closeups would go on for SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT, COPYRIGHT, 1942. NEA SERVICE. INC- BY A WATERFALL CHAPTER XIV ° was no scheming brain like Peggy's to guide the course of human affairs in another corner of Ferdy's woodsy domain. Below the house the lake narrowed to flow clearly into a dancing stream. This stream cut through thick woods, to a narrow cleft of rock in the creek bed, gathering Save for Victory Have your shoes, tarpaulins and bean sacks repaired at the TRU-BLUE SHOE SHOP 316 E. Main St. We buy and trade shoes. OUT OUR WAY THE.V SE CUTTIM' OFF CUFFS TO HELP TH' WAQ. EFFORT- - TH'.S'LU BE QUITE A V-AEUP, CUTT»K)' THESE. FER. VOU ' IT D "BE MORE HEUP TOTW' EFFORT AM ME IF VOU GIVE M& TH' CUFFS PAMTS, AS^ GIVE. THEM TH' PAMTS THE WEUCOKAE SACRIFICE By J. II. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople 6OME UER. HE NE\M WITH ME AD AUCTION} SALE OP UNCLAIMED GOODS OF ALLKiMDS.'-WMS MAY GET A 2 WIFE. TOPA1 GOT A 'A BIR.FDAV COMIN' UP A 60 1 TFMM 1 TO /:l UER W\P 1.__ 'CE6SCRY/ LAKA MEW \VAR 80MDS and, STAMPS TOR \jvuuuMEgN BUYERS ~ c of twenty feet and settle foaming]y into a wide pool. The course then broadened, between wide ledges of flat rock, and made its way along a more placid bed. The fall, pine-flanked and sparkling, the deeps below it and the blanched banks about it, made a scene Ferdy never tired of painting. Fay and Michael were enjoying the scene, themselves, Ferdy's progress with paints and canvas and the conversation they shared quite as much as their host Michael's usual reserve meltec under Fay's warm smile and her radiant interest. She asked of his experiences In England with the First Division in such a way that he knew she was talking for more than whiling away time. Finally, embarrassed at having so much of the conversation pivoting about himself, he turned it adroitly toward her life in New York, her plans on leaving it behind. "Fd like to get to England," she said. "I'd like to do something real to help." "But you can do that here," Michael countered. "You'd be wasted driving an ambulance or doing office work in uniform. With what about your sister? Does she do anything besides sing?" "That kid?" laughed Michael. 'She's hardly finished high school." 'Just like a brother, aren't you?" Tay smiled. "She's got a voice, if I'm. not mistaken." "She's always dancing around the house," said Michael. "Maybe there's something there, then. I know—we'll get Baldy to work out a program for a mixed party. He's really quite good when he can forget his troubles." "That squirt?" said Michael without enthusiasm. 'He isn't bad. They say that when he was on the stage he was one of the best slapstick comedians on the circuits. Then he tried to go refined and flopped." "He'd never leave New York." "I know. But he could work out a balanced show for us and we could pick up some other people in Montreal or Toronto." * * * "MICHAEL looked at her a little ^ wistfully. "With your name —your stage name—it would go over big." Fay shook her head. "I want to forget my stage name." "But why?" asked Michael "You are so young, you've got everything ahead of you . . . once you get rid of Baldy and the res of his crowd." "It can't be done," laughed Fay. "And anyway I don't want that kind of success." "Why?" asked Michael, as unable as Peggy to understand how any girl could resist it. "A year or so ago it seemed the most wonderful thing in the world and I loved it, but I guess there must be something wrong with me. This is the kind of thing I really love . . . being in a place like some person quite strange to myself, living a false existence, with no more sense of values or of contact with real people than an oyster under a glass counter. , I know now what I want from, ife. It isn't that kind of thing." Michael gazed down at the vater rushing between the narrow edge at his feet. "What kind of thing do you want?" "Just what any girl wants eventually,. I suppose." Michael felt himself impelled to> go on asking her, wanting not to oreak this thread of easy understanding that had grown between, them. But at this moment Myra and Baldy hove into sight. a voice like yours why, in camp the follows would get a great kick out of your singing. It's just the kind of thing we couldn't get enough of over there and I expect it's the same over here." There was a thoughtful look on Fay's face. Michael continued, "Why don't you organize a concert party, get the Legion to sponsor you? I'll bet you'd have so much work to do you'd never get around to thinking of anything like this in the summer or else." Fay turned to him eagerly. "That IS an idea! I could speak to my father about it. He wants me to go on singing and he doesn't want me to go back to New York. j[ could get . . t let me think ... neryj like last night, singing in the evening to a few people I like. You can't imagine how restful and natural it is compared with the stress and strain of New York, the long hours, the fuss of keeping up appearances, the endless stream of people wanting something from you — money, time, endorsements, recommendations, entertainment . . . and the men, all kinds of them, nice enough people except they wouldn't be giving you a second glance if you were plain Mary Smith, or if they weren't gluttons for limelight and reflected glory. They propose like crazy, and their promises are thinner than their consciences." Fay passed a slender hand across her forehead as if clearing her mind of cobwebby memories best forgotten. "Another year of it — " she shuddered. "Honestly, Michael, I think I'd have been a nervous wreck. As it was I felt was a gasp of astonishment and concern from th.8 two seated on the ledge and a burst of laughter from Ferdy. For Myra and Ealdy had set out from the wharf in the red canoe to rescue the drifting blue canoe, overestimating their joint skill. What skill Myra had Baldy canceled, and before they knew it they were in the stream at the end of the lake, unaware of the race that led to the fall. In the first moment that the three below saw them they were hanging on, scared out of their wits by their predicament and expecting something like death or mutilation on the rocks below the falls. But the falls were harmless, more like an exaggerated water- shoot. There was a split second when the bow of the canoe poised in air and then canoe and both ocupants shot over the edge and plunged into the deep pool below. There was a spectacular splash, then the canoe bobbing overturned to the surface and a spluttering pair yelling in unison for help. Michael and Fay dashed for them and both dived at the same time. A moment later Fay hauled Myra to the ledge and Michael hoisted Baldy out by the scruff off his neck. Ferdy had taken everything very casually. He saw it was unnecessary to rush to the rescue, and had caught the canoe before it reached the Icdses. Now he laughed at the dripping _ four. Baldy managed to look the "f! most bedraggled in his ruined immaculateness. Myra ran him a close second with wet hair streaming over her face. Fay had saved her own hair from getting wet and her white linen suit clung limply but not unbecomingly to her limbs. "This is my favorite swimming hole," said Ferdy. Myra and Baldy glared at him. <_, (To Be Continued)

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