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FACE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.), COURIEil NEWS MONDAY, MAY 4, 1942 :THB BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEW? -'- " THB^COURIER NEWS CO. ^ ^W.iHAINBS; Publisher **• ii^SAMTOi F. NORRIS; Editor Wta. R.jyHrrEHEAp, Advertising Manager Sole National Advertising Representatives : W*U*ee>Wibner Co., New York, Chicago, De- '•' . t P^l^^l&rery;:>Afterhc)on Except Sunday Entered as i second class matter at the post- office at - Blytheville, Arkansas, under act or • Congress, October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press. _____ » _ • >N*v^!. _ ••.. J • _•• . - . . .. _ SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blythevllle, 15c per week, or 65c per month, -By maiUliwithln a radius of 50 miles, 53.00 per, year, ; $1.50 "for six months, 75c for three - months; by mail in postal zones two to six . Inclusive, $8.50 per year; in zones seven and eigh^t, $10.00 per year payable in advance. Let's Have^Some Hoop-La One thing missing in this war is the good old hoop-la that gets under the toughest hide, brings one's heart up into his throat, and transforms humdrum mechanics and prosaic clerks into In Oiiijhaiiical way we are doing very xvfcU.t.'.'fe' are making enormous quantities of'very superior airplanes, tanks, jeeps, ships, guns, etc. Yet five months after the sneak at- taCirinpon-Pearl -Harbor there -is moth- ing" like that swelling emotional response which swept the nation imme- didtely after w a r was declared against Ge'rmany in 1917. This is no evidence of disunity. Probably the people of the United States hate Hitlerism more intensely and more universally than their fathers and mothers disliked Kaiserism. But we refuse to let ourselves go.' We don't want to emote. We take pride in our cynicism—in being so sophisticated that even a world holocaust cab't sweep us off our feet. ;We believe this is all wrong. The underdog has to get steamed up to snarling, drooling oblivion of tho odds against him, before he can hope to win a war. ?We and our associates in the United Nations are the underdogs today. Don't let any Pollyanna convince you othcr- * * -* f Potentially unconquerable, we softened ourselves with phony logic, rationalizations, sophistication. ? We permitted ourselves to be caught unprepared. Now we have been forced into at last ditch defense, struggling desperately to keep from being pushed off tjie face of the earth before we - can muster our strength to tight back. ) Cool, 'calm, reasoning efficiency is necessary. But that is not enough today. i We need the firecracker enthusiasm of 1917 and 1918. We need nags waving, troops marching, one-minute speakers., We need war songs that will spring to our lips as spontaneously as Tipperary and Over There did quarter of a c'entury ago. ; Why should able-bodied, unattached Doling men argue with themselves about going into the Army or Navy, and pull strings for cushy home jobs or commissions? ; Why do we tolerate business, labor, the farmers, consumers, ail jockeying for immediate or future advantage at a time like this? t Why does the President pull his punches, and carry on long preparatory campaigns before he takes each tiny step toward all-out war? * * » > Because we're not psychologically ready. Because we haven't reached the flag-waving, hallelujah-shouting, Star- Spangled Banner-singing, to-Hell-with- conservatism, go-ahead-and-don't-mind- if-it-hurts-me pitch that will win this war. We hate Hitler. We hate Mussolini. We hate the Japs, We hate everything which distinguishes the axis from civilization. Let's say so. Let's have some songs, some slogans, some cheerleaders, some flag waving, some name calling, some enthusiasm, something to let the ten millions who are going to be in uniform know that we're with them—not away behind. I SIDE .GLANCES Right,, Be Selfish Your quota of War Bonds is easy to figure. It is 10 per cent of your income. Nobody will object if, in a moment of enthusiasm, you exceed that quota. To buy your quota is a patriotic- duty. Or, if patriotism is not enough, investment in war bonds is a privilege. In this uncertain world there is no more certain investment than your country's promise to pay. Be patriotic, be practical or be selfish, but don't forget your War Bonds. Trigging the Wheel s a de- The French used to ,be known logical people. Apparently thei scendants in Canada are different. There is no other way of explaining Quebec province's overwhelming rejection of military conscription for overseas duty. After what .has happened in Burope, in Asia, in Africa, no logical people could deny that the sacrifice of individualism 'is the least one can make to beat Hitlerism. The French-Canadians are trigging the wheels of democracy. • SO THEY SAY _ I don't want any stamps or bonds. I just want to give the war effort this $50.— Josip Lon- csiric, St. Louis WPA worker, to internal revenue collector. * + * • There arc only a certain number of commissions in each service and too many of them are going to heroic defenders of home plate and the boxing ring.— Representative Donald OToole, New York Democrat. * * * Despite the immensity of continuing plant expansion, our aircraft firms are keeping up with or ahead of government schedules.— John I-L Jouett. president of the Aeronautical Chamber of Commerce. * * * If Hitler can be held for another summer and fall, thousands of American lives will be saved.— Ueul.-Comrn. Charles S. SceJy, U. S. Navy, retired. * * * It is obvious from the very magnitude of the toll in deaths and injuries that accidents constitute one of the serious impediments to our war effort— President Roosevelt. *' * * If you have hardships to bear, don't blame your government — blame Hitler and the Japs. —Price Administrator Leon Henderson. * * * It may take years to win this war, but the next six months will tell whether we are going- to lose it.— Capt. Eddie Rickenbackcr. * * * We shall never forget that it is the people of the Soviet Union who bear the greatest share of sacrifice in this war. — Plan a Benesova, chairman of exiled Czcchoslovakian Red Cross. 7f g-asoline and tire rationing cancels the use of the delivery truck, the hay-burning old gray mare will deliver the goods.— Clayton S. Moycr, Brantford, Ont., merchant. Official "Good Humor Month" in Germany " •w,\m tw w&ffityu I/'My mother is just recovering from an operation—I sup\ pose it would go pretty hard with her if I didn't pass the ' v sixth gradel" THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson CROSSES OR. ARE USED TO SIGNIFY BECAUSE PERSONS OF EARLIER WHO COULD NOT SIGN THEIR NJA/V\ES, PLACED ON IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS" AND IT AS A PLEDGE OF GOOD FAITH/ THE POTATO IS THE WORLDS BUT IT IS MEARLV CCPR. 1942 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. miss you." written friends here about produc- rOOli 1'OE lion of a film called "The Spit- When Edgar Allan Poo wrote ' f»' c -" Wuch cf the P iclure is bein S "The Raven." he sold it for S100. i ™ ! « lc :a Combat fields and shows Now 20th-Fox must pay $2000 to' real Action. "It will be the first use part of the poem in a .single sequence of the film biography of Poe. . . . Amount asked for film rights to the new John Steinbeck novel and play Ls $300,000. "The Moon Is Down," but the price is up. ... By train, plane and maybe hitch-hiking, writers a r e streaming into Hollywood. Seems there's a lessening demand for ra- fuII-length feature about any service over here that is technically perfect," he said. "Nobody appears in the picture in a uniform to which lie is not entitled." T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. GREAT DANJE IS BIO WHEN HE'S SA\ALL," Siy.5 BETTY Lou NELSON r •WHITEWATER,. WlSC. io drama, magazine and book flc- on, and Hollywood looks like the nly place where an author might at. i: d . * "Lots of novel. 1 ? have unhappy ncling.s these days," observes Moron Greene. "They're being made nto movies" . . . Don Barry, ed-headed western actor, has been aking a lot of ribbing about a flashy green cowboy outfit. He insists it's just a Gene Autry reread. ". . In planning Tyrone Power's new picture, "The Black Swan." a pirate story, his studio had to choose between gory battle scenes and shooting it in color. The Hays Office cautioned that Irlood's all right in black-and-white film, but not when it shows red. SPITFIKK STORY. From England, David Niven has i After haggling for months and failing to get Spencer Tracy for i picture about Will Rogers, Warners thought about testing Will Rogers, Jr.. who looks and speaks amazingly like his father. . . They don't mean to be unpatriotic about it, but you should hear the piteous moans of the atcors* agents whose high-saiaricd clients are going to the Army. The talent peddlers won't collect 10 per cent of the rookies' new wages. If anyone has been wondering why Errol Plynn hasn't been trying to take Tokyo or bomb Berlin, it's because he has a heart ailment. Both Army and Navy have turned him down. Hie exact cau.se of eye cataracts is still unknown. BLIND FISTULA A IJIiiul Fistula is an uncommon pus infected condition of the rectal area which forms insiduously over a period of time, during: which the victim rnay complain of toxic- symptoms, nervousness, low back and Icjj ache of rheumatic nature. Some do not. Eventually, pain ami swelling in a circumscribed area develops. Upon examination, pus is observed coming from an internal crypt. Without prompt and co-operative care and treatment, a complete fistula with external opening also and further complications will assuredly ensue. Do not delay au examination ami treatment. DRS. NIES & NIES Clinic 514 Main Blytheville, Ark. rhone 2921 SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. 1942. , NEA SERVICE. INC." NEXT: What's happening to your biff toe? * HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD BY PAUl> HARRISON NKA Set-vice Staff Correspondent PIOLLYWOOD.— Behind the screen: Fire broke out in the cutting room of a studio which is making a very poor picture. "But they put cut the blaze." reported sin actor glumly, "before it could do much good." Best idea to explain the American way to the people of other nations is a consolidated export newsreel company to be formed by the five major outfits. All newsreels will be edited into a special weekly film, with narration clubbed in foreign languages, and distributed to at least 14 foreign countries not now receiving regular issues of the individual companies. . . Incidentally. a check is being made of Hollywood actresses to find how many could speak Spanish for Latin American versions of features. So far, Rita Hayworth and Ann Sheridan are the only prominent ones. The day after Carole Landis adopted i'2 soldiers, three local playboys joined the Army. ... A director was talking to a disliked and over-ambitious young actor: "You'll probably go .far, my boy. And I must say that nobody will 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 By J. K. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople / OH, MY MOTHER'S INTO A LOT OF TH! WAR WORK AMD 19 VERY BUSY, SO I'M FIXING MY FATHER'S AMD MY OWN CLOTHING... JUST TO HELP OUT A BIT' BUT RIGHT OUT ON TH' POKCH WHERE EVERY MOTHER <N TH' NEIGHBOR HOOD CAN SEE HIM/OWOOH' HELPIN'RLJIN US ANT FUTURE MEN TO COME " WE\.L NEVER GIT AWAY FROM fT/ s ' Z. •fal I KNOW THIS > WAR 15 GONNA, CHANGE A LOT OF THINGS, BUT IT'LL BE AWFUL PER TH' SOLDIERS TO COME BACK AN' FIND WMUT WE LET HAPPEN TO TH' COUNTTRY WHILE THEY WEREN'T HERE/ ^ fftl hil'i r . rid \2 •O- ?' n ,to" •il/-:^ tj ^«^_' / L^ .-•"JSWKEA sower; weC JT. K BTq U. S. PAT. OfF. THE WORST DANGER f// /ANiD MO\N!.,6E^T5 3 <• CONTENTS ABSOLUTELY Tliv\e ( I BO136VAT ONiEr o 1 THEM GRAB G XGOT CELLULOID DLLARS,F TOO BIG/ THE LO6T 3£\MS. , OR SOME PROM THE: UJXR.HM CP PEGGY PROGRESSES CHAPTER XV T UNCH on Saturday was a great success. The various mishaps and conversations of the morning had welded the company together, and even Baldy found himself part and parcel of the party, no longer hostile stranger barking at the fringes of the gathering. He had emerged for lunch in another complete and splashily new outfit of sports slacks and shirt. Michael, Myra and Fay had showered, Peggy and Nigel had been collected. Fcrdy had done a quick caricature of Baldy emerging in his new suit, a caricature which impressed Baldy so much that he kept picking it up and muttering; "Well, what do you know about that?" Baldy tackled Fay immediately after lunch and Myra tackled Peg- "What were you doing all morning?" asked Myra. Peggy smiled sweetly. "Swimming . , . in a swim suit . , . with a gentleman . . ." "If I know you," muttered Myra, studying the innocent green eyes of her sister. "That canoe was untied by someone." Peggy had learned never to tell and sUck to it „ "MOW, listen," said Myra. "Every time our family conies up here there is trouble of some kind. Keep your head and don't gee ideas. Try someone else for a change this afternoon." That is just what Peggy had in mind. Even at her age she knew that there was nothing like leaving a man in air and giving oneself a scarcity value—that is, provided you could make sure that any competition was well cared for. So, smiling very sweetly at her sister, she sought her brother, her plans churning faster than ever. "Michael," she began when she found him moodily smoking a pipe by himself. He was thinking how little chance he had with a girl like Fay. "Michael," said his sister sternly, "we must do something." "What do you mean?" He was impressed by her serious air. Good, thought Peggy. "It's about Fay. That horrible little man Baldy is after her again. He is worrying her head off to go back with him. If we don't rescue her, maybe she'll go this afternoon." "She won't go," said Michael, brooding. "She's the kind of girl who can make up her own mind lies to her sister. She saw through them but she had also learned that half the truth sometimes sufficed. "I did it," she admitted. "I did it for Michael's sake." 'Tor Michael?'' echoed Myra. "Why, haven't you noticed? 5 ' asked Peggy. "He's crazy about Fay. It sticks out all over him. And she thinks he is wonderful. She told me so herself this morning, before breakfast. 1 ' "Maybe she was still asleep," grunted Myra. "And I was just helping him. Nigel is crazy about her too or he was. I know because I found him by the wharf looking for her . . ." Myra was not being fooled by her sister. "So you marooned him on an island . . . with you for company." Peggy smiled and there was far too much selC-assurance in her expression. 'O. K." said his sister. "If you want to quit, quit." Her brother shot a surprised and questioning glance at her. Peggy leaned forward. She whispered the next words, looking around to sec if anyone was following the conference. "Fay thinks you are wonderful. She told me herself this morning before breakfast." "If you would mind your own damned business . . ." Her brother flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment she did not care. Peggy rose haughtily to her feet and hissed, "All right. But I am going to rescue her. If you want to help, stroll around to the seat behind the rockery in a few minutes." Conspiracy was quite a hectic business after lunch on a hot day,, but Peggy was young and full of energy and had an advantage over the others, who all seemed quite willing to lounge for awhile after the meal. * * * rpHE next move was to cut Fay •*- off from the odd few reclining Jon the veranda. Before her con- versation with Myra she had enlisted herself in the service of: Baldy, .thereby impressing that gentleman with the fact that she was an intelligent minx, if a little young. "I think a girl 5s crazy to refuse; your help," Peggy had said. Baldy had looked at her without speaking, which was so unusual and Peggy had continued. "You want to see her alone?" A snort of disgust emerged from Baldy. He waved his cigar at various figures in deep chairs. "With this crowd? What a hope! Open my mouth and half of 'cm. jump down it before I say a word." "O. K." whispered Peggy. "Be round at the rockery. I'll deliver the goods. If I can't get a chance myself I'm. not going to see anyone else miss it." Baldy was unconvinced. Long experience with women had taught him to look for the underside of any conversation, but lie took a chance and went to finish a cigar near the rockery. When Peggy came back from speaking to her brother she slipped into a seat by Fay who was closing her eyes for a few moments of blissful rest. Nigel had parked himself near her. "Fay," whispered Peggy secretly. Fay opened her eyes. "Fay, what -would you do?" At the question which arose in Fay's eyes, Peggy looked around as if everyone else, particularly Nigel, were loo near. "We can't speak here. I wish . you know more about men than I do . . ." Fay responded with natural generosity. She rose from her chair and drifted away from the veranda with Peggy. Nigel was ;t asleep and did not notice their departure. "Let's go round to the rockery," said Peggy. "Maybe there will be no one there." Fay waited for the confidences that were coming. "It's like this," said Peggy. "Nigel is awfully nice. I like him . . . and I think he likes me. But I'm only seventeen and he is twenty-five. Do you think . . ." She paused. Fay smiled. "Why, eight years difference is ideal!" "Do you really think so?" said Peggy. At which convenient moment they came upon Baldy so suddenly that there was no time to escape. But Peggy was satisfied. She knew that a girl like Fay would do her best to leave Nigel alone so that Peggy could have a free hand. Everything was working out beautifully! (To Be Continued)

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