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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

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FAGEFOU* BLYTHEVILLE (ARK), COUKIKtt'NEWS TUESDAY, MAY 12, 1942 ffitE KLYTHEVILEE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. IL W. HA1NBS, Publisher SAMUEL P. NORRIS, Editor Wta. B. WHTTEHEAD, Advertising Mm>gtr ™ Sole National Advertising Representatives: Wallace Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, tootfc, Atlanta, Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- office at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of Congress, October 9. 1917. Served by the United Press, "" SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blytheville, 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 swnes two to six Inclusive, $6.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. —from the middle of this year thenceforward we shall have begun to break the bottleneck which is handicapping war production and preventing us from taking the offensive against Hitler and Japan. Over the Hump If Admiral Stark's optimistic statement proves correct, and we actually are bringing the submarine menace under control in the Atlantic, then the tide of this war has turned. No layman is in position cither to confirm or to deny the admiral's disclosure. We don't know how many ships were being sunk in the past, nor do we know how many arc being sent to the bottom today. For military reasons, which we arc obliged to accept even though we sometimes question their soundness, the public has been kept completely in the dark both as to our losses and as to the retaliatory vengeance we have exacted. * * * •'•' We do know, from a long series of official statements on both sides of the •Atlantic, that shipping is our worst headache. When we were attacked, we had inadequate facilities for supplying our allies, bringing raw material into this country, transporting expcclitipn- •ary forces to the fighting fronts and servicing them while there. -•'-Sinkings have exceeded launch ings, "so that as of today we arc worse off than we were last. December. V" Experts say that one may speculate Intelligently that we have averaged a . Joss of at least two ships a day. By the :end of this month we expect to be turning out two ships a day, ready to go to •sea with cargoes. On that basis we •would-be just about holding our own. •-. .-But two ships ii day is only an inter- •Imecllate $6mt^rxOur|gpaUis ; to produce 050 vessels tliis year and'twice as many Wan "average of four a day—in 1943. , If:.Admiral Stark.is correct,, even to .fhe^extent that we can count upon folding- the U-boats to their; present .effectiveness, then by Decoration Day nve-shall have climbed over the shipping hump and start coasting down on the sunny side. Nobody knows what the total will be. At the beginning of 1941 we had 1150 ships with a combined gross ton- liage of 7,078 ? 000. Last year we built less than we lost. This year and next '.we-are adding 2300 craft with a gross tonnage of roughly 12,000,000. ,C : , So by the end of next year we shall ihave something fewer than 3500 ves- -sels with a gross tonnage of less than -19,000,000. At the beginning of 1941 -the British possessed 2664 ships of 16,806,000 tons. Japan, third maritime power, had only 898 vessels grossing 4,754,000 tons. Knock off what you will for sinkings. Your guess is better than any figure that has come through the censorship. •It still will be safe to say that—if Ad- "miral Stark is right and we have '.brought the submarines under control A Bit Too Far Mrs. Anna Rosenberg has been doing right well for herself. A full-time salary of $7500 from the Social Security Board, a consultant's salary of $0000 from Nelson Rockefeller, $22,500 a year from two private employers. Not bad. In justice it should be said that Mrs. Rosenberg has given full value for her salaries, notwithstanding the demands made by unpaid trouble-shooting jobs for the President and Mayor LaGuar- ciia. Those who should know say that no full-time director would have handled New York's social security job better than she has. Yet Congress could not be blamed for feeling that Mrs. Rosenberg carried multiple employment to an extreme. Obligation to It is, as the French used to say, to laugh. Here comes Pierre Laval, lecturing Americans about the honor of the French government which he heads, and about the obligations imposed in respect to that honor. Of course what Pierre means is his government's pride. It has no honor, so long as he remains premier. And the obligations which worry Laval are not to his. government's honor, or even to its pride. They are his obligations to his Fuehrer, who forced him upon the French people to do a job for Hitler's benefit. Protective Custody The most encouraging thing about the British seizure of Madagascar is that we took the initiative. Germany will, of course, use the incident in her attempt to induce complete French collaboration. Actually, every Frenchman knows that if we had not acted, the Japs would have taken over. This is total war. We have stood on ceremony long enough. We wish the French could be fighting on our side. Since they can't, we and they will have to make the best of the situation. COPR. 1942 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. Haul Hit? We're Jlist: Being Tapped on the Shoulder! • SO THEY SAY Many things are worth saving for the world- to-be after the final defeat of fascism, but none are more precious than the lives of those who first' fought Hitler.-rDr. Frank Kingdon, chairman of International Rescue and Relief Committee. # * * The purpose of rationing tires is to put them into the hands of those who can use them to the best advantage of the entire nation.—Price Administrator Leon Henderson. * * * Now that the United Stales is in the war. we exiled Europeans arc more conscious than ever of our duties toward this great country which is giving us hospitality, and we want to co-operate with all our power in her struggle for victory.—Jacques Martain, French philosopher. + * * You and your devoted followers have become the living symbols of our war aims and the guarantee of victory.—President Roosevelt to Lieut. Gen. Jonathan M. Waimvright. commander at Corregidor. "Wilb all the'slufT you have to sell, I wish you could tell ~ me why my spinach, beans and carrots didn't come up!"' THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson ENOUGH IS USED IN CRATING A •5^>; ; :;^^¥ff3@Si^l •^&'::?r'M&$^ azine. A street car was chartered J that studio dramatic coaches do and the young folks picked up j not encourage their hopefuls in the three .soldiers. jarl.s of .scenery chewing, a certain Welcoming this patriotic inter- i types of hammy performances are hide, the boss photographer chose | called, or in th.2 tricks of upstag- Sallv Wadsworth and two other ing or scene-stealing. Yet a work- cuties and instructed them: "When we get to the station and. the soldiers start to get off, each of you ing knowledge of all such things is valuable to young players who some day may find themselves in grab a man and give- him a smack i pictures with John Barrymore, on the cheek, and I'll get a shot'Basil of it." When the taking came. moment and the of leave- other two girls were delivering suitably chaste but cordial kisses to their soldiers. Miss Wadsworth. hauled off and other craft. Rathbone, Jack Oakie or ruthless members of the There's a s'.on at Universal .about the lust time an agent negotiated a deal there for Basil Rath, , , 'bone. The studio was willing to -lapped her man. Sally Is a ga\l pa . the actor $50fOCOi bufc the who calls a kiss a kiss, and a agcnt was holding out for $75i000 smack a sock in the kisser. JUST 1N T CASE (Perhaps it should be for the picture. After considerable j palaver an executive shrugged and explained • Uaid. "Okay, you win—but you won't get it all in real money. We'll pay $60,000 in cash and allow Rathbone to chew up $15,000 worth of scenery." Fir;; Truck No Tire Problem PRYOR, Okla. (UP)—The Pryor city fire truck has been in service five years. During that time it has traveled slightly more than 200 miles. Mayor T. J. Harrison said the mileage .was about average for fire trucks in towns the size of Pryor. SPRAY PAINTING E. SHEPHERD Phone 2272 Blytheville SERIAL STORY FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. t942. NEA SERVICE. INC- ANSWER: .You'd strike Alaska and, continuing along a straight line, you'd cut quite far into its interior. NEXT: How to &et fcirdies. * HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD PAUL HARRISON ,:ing to take direction--although NEA Service Staff Correspondent : just, now she is inclined to take it .HOLLYWOC'D.—Tlicrc is general! a bit too HctnUly. For instance, agreement nroimri Movietown that i Miss Wadsworth took i; >rt in on models arc not likely to becomr | RKO Little Theater piny recently very good actresses, but most, of ; and was invited by (he conch to the studios go right on hiring i invent some, bit of business which them because they're .so decorative, j might serve U f\U.r;u-.i. nt.tention Tliis brings us to a lovely and re- find thu.s build up her meager role, cent RKO acquisition named Sally ; The newcomer responded while Wadsworlh. j crossing the r.tatje in front of the Miss Wadsworth is ;i local blond leading man by giving that st«r- whase principal achievement was the title of Miss High winning the title of Miss School by posing In a bathing suit. There may be some question about her natural histrionic talent, but. admirers on tho lot jxnMt out. that Sally is ambitious and \viil- a vicious kick in the tied actor shins. S.HE SLAPS The other day Miss was one of t.h? truest,-; on Jane Withers' street car party. :• novel affair arranged for a picture mag- OUT OUR WAY By J. K. Williams I WV9H THEY WERE COWS--T COULD GET THEM TO MOVE WITHOUT TAKIMG A LOT OP UP/ OKAY/OKAV.' IF PEOPLE C<W~i DRIVE VERY GOOD THEY NATURALLY GOT TO HAVE SPACE AN' SERVINTS.' A ORDINARY FAIR DRIVER COULD TURN AROUND' IN HERE - IF PEOPLE GOT TO HAVE A CATTLE RANCH PARK iM , WHY, WE K\N MOVE TH' COWS 'SOfK. tf»f 8T MM SCRV1CC INC. OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Iloople WELL, \MELL/ AW OLD PROP. ELKHART PRISM/- E6AD, DR. PRISM ,X AM. II THE THROES OP CONSTRUCT-] FORJOMWE.' }/ AlfXCRlTY IM IMG A MARVELOUS ROBOT 1 p£0f. PR^M \ ACCEPTING, 60T 00 -—VOO WUST COME \MlTH <J CkM MASTER. V 1 OBSERME A H&\C ME TO HOOPUE. MfViOR— R THt VEXING / OP CAB8AG/E Twe MECHN^ICAL NAAM /I PROBLEMS y I PROTRUDlMG FROM WILL OPFER. A FEAST FOR ) '} T. CAMMOT/^rlNOUR SACK OF HAVE THE HWvV TO ACCOMPANY \'-) I PR&SUME/ VOUR. MATHEMATICAL MIND/ MAROONED AGAIN CHAPTER XXII pEGGY, pleased with her brilliant stall work, slid into the water in her Hawaiian swimming suit. To the average man she would have been a perfect completion of the morning scene on that quiet lake, but Baldy closed his eyes. It was all like the cover of a travel folder—Peggy the inevitable pretty girl with an attractive figure. All his life he had been plagued with pretty girls and sentimental scenery in the show business. He lay back and shut his eyes to forget it. If it had been Peggy's sister, Baldy mused, he might have kept his eyes open. In these days of fancy make-up and beauty business it was seldom one saw an honest-to-goodness homely face one that had no nonsense behind it. Yes, she was quite a girl, and if he were a younger man without all that alimony to pay, hc'c pick a girl like that. Yes, a man could go places with a girl like Myra and not be afraid to leave her alone for fear of having tall, dark and handsomes hanging around while he was away. That was the trouble with Blossom. That was the trouble with Maisic and Angela. He'd picked 'em from the show business when he still thought a pretty face was a fortune and good figures added up to something. But a man learned even if he had to pay and keep on paying for it Baldy's thoughts drifted until he dozed oft into quiet slumber. When Peggy came out of the water she covered his open mouth with his handkerchief to keep the flies out and lay down to dry in the sun and dream of her swift flight to fame. When she was at the top she would come back to Montreal in beautiful clothes. Then some faces she knew would go green with envy. With this unworthy thought she drifted into a complicated daydream. Neither of them saw the reconnaissance patrol in the woods on the shore of the lake. Neither saw the two soldiers with the skill-o. trained campaigners put oft in the other caii** •broach the island silently, land and creep around to the blue canoe. Neither heard a sound and neither noticed the blue canoe drift lazily out into the lake, •u'ded by a gentle push. When Peggy sat up, the blue canoe was almost 50 yards from the island, just about to drift out of sight. She looked at Baldy. He was asleep. She could swim out and get the canoe and bring it back. Peggy ran around the island and dived into the water, cutting through it with the clean strokes of a good swimmer, but the canofc seemed to be moving steadily away. Slowly she reduced the distance but it was a long pull. She was getting tired when Nigel swam easily around the end of the canoe and with careful skill hoisted himself aboard. gy paddled the water with a look of surprise on her face. Only then did she suspect a trap. Nigel grinned down at her and paddled the canoe by her side. "Want a lift?" he offered with broad smile. She clambered aboard, suppressing a sudden desire to tip Nigel out of the canoe, restrained worse. What she said in the next few minutes as they pulled to the shore should have withered him and cast his spirits to the depths. She made it quite clear, and in biting language, that his face, his person, his character, and everything about him in minutest detail, were the most hateful and most despicable traits she had yet met with. Furthermore, she was going to take good care that she never saw anything of him again. This made him laugh more than ever, delighted to see how vital and attractive her face was when she was angry. His laughter was the last straw to her impatience and as he threw back" his head in delight she jumped up on the side of the canoe, overturning it, pitching both of them into the water. Nigel swallowed more water than was good for his comfort and came up spluttering and gasping. Peggy wrenched at his hair and pushed him under again. He came up again flailing and gasping. She put her foot in his face and pushed hard. She felt it was a very satisfying climax. Nigel came up the third time, by a realization that she was too tired for fooling. She looked at Nigel, her green eyes calculating the proper reply to his obvious ;rin of triumph. "Paddle back to pick Baldy up," thoroughly disconcerted, and when he got his breath he saw Peggy clinging to the canoe, convulsed with laughter at him. His eyes took on a determination that sent her with a plunge and a fast stroke said at last towards the shore. Nigel was after -Nothing doing," said Nigel. her » Dining on her. She stretched •Let him swim back." every ouncc of strength to beat him and had just touched the wooden wharf when his hand PEGGY'S temper flared. "You . . . you beast! I know what this is! It's all part of a plot to cheat Baldy and cheat me. Beasts! All of you! I hate them and you too! I loathe you! I never want to see you again!" A man in love, Nigel should have been disturbed by this burst of passion, but he had had the most of the morning to think about it and had been warned of Peggy's violent temper by Myra. He rediscovered that in Peggy's company he felt stimulated in some inexplicable but very pleasant way. Her burst of anger made him laugh with pleasure and his laugh only mac^e her temper wrenched her away. In a moment his strong arms had turned her around to revenge his ducking when a sudden twist of emotion as they touched one another crushed their lips together. With a frightened gasp, fearful of her own inner turmoil, Peggy pushed him away, clambered to the wharf and ran to the boathouse. He watched her go with strangely still eyes. She turned as she stopped by the door of the boathouse. "I still hate you," she cried. Then he began to smile again. .(To Be Concluded)

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