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FACE FOUB BLYTHEVILLE (ARK,), COURIER NEWS WEDNESDAY, MAY 13, 1942 THE BLVTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H. W, "HAINES, Publisher : SAMUEL F.NORRIS, Editor Wta. R. WHi'l'EHEAD, Advertising , Sole" National Advertising Representatives: Wallace Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Dt- troit, Atlanta, Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- office at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act ol 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, $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 year payable in Advance. Overdue Reorganization There are reports that President Roosevelt plans to overhaul Washington's publicity machinery. He is'said to agree with those who complain that too much-information is being bottled up, to which the public in a democracy is entitled and which could not be of value to our enemies. This is good news. The situation, is bad, and apparently nothing but White House intervention can correct it adequately. Something more is at stake than the gratification of curiosity and the desire of newspapers to print interesting stories. Something less important, but more pressing, is involved than the vital right of a free press to print anything which will not contribute specifically -to the axis' benefit. '. Unnecessary news suppression could -become one of this nation's most malignant fifth columnists. It plays directly into the hands of those who seek to deceive us, befuddle us, discourage us. We. have become so accustomed to unfettered-.newspaper discussion of everything that we read exaggerated sig- nifkSnce into that which is withheld. Moreover, as the result of the sup- pres&ion of so much, we are confused by"Jiue. conflicting statements of pre£ ^formed, reliable experts. -"illustrations are pjlentifuj. On|:which ; can be discussed without utilizring'-a il y forbidden facts is the silly emrglio'which arose over gasoline ra- by competent newspaper reporters overnight. Tighten Up Both Congress and the armed forces are treading treacherous ground in connection with the commissioning of civilians who lack formal military or naval training. The Army and Navy needs thousands of experts not available in uniforms or procurable through normal processes—men who require no facility in close order drill to perform their assigned tasks. Still, it is notorious that relatively high grades arc given men who arc: beating the draft. A reasonable tightening up by the Army and Navy would remove any legitimate excuse for the sort of ban which Congress threatened. On God's Side Carl Byoir, who was our second man during the first World War in the production of A m e r i c a n propaganda, caught something that slipped by most of us in a simple remark made by Joe Louis when the Negro champion explained how he knew this country would win World War II. "We arc going to win because we are on God's side," said the fighter. And the psychology behind that form of expression, Byoir points out in a poem in the current issue of Collier's Magazine, is the essential difference between fascism and democracy. "We are going to win," says Hitler, "because God is on our side." To which Joe Louis, who isn't so inarticulate as he once seemed, retorts simply that America will win "because we arc God's side." on .Qg; April 22 the Office of Price Administration announced that motor '-.?-.:,••: '. .'. fueljwo'uld be rationed beginning May 15^Sn unnamed spokesman suggested that the "bulk of civilians would be limited to from two to five gallons a \veel£ Tlie next' day Administrator Ickes amUOPA Director Henderson decried thijt estimate. But when registrars were instructed on which type of ration card to give to motorists, the gauge was based two-to-six gallons limitation, per car. Meanwhile reports reached the press on April 24 that, as of May 1, deliveries" ; to'filling stations would be cut from two-thirds'of normal to half of normal. Ralph K. Davies, Mr. Ickes' assistant, denied such a 'step,was contemplated. OnyMay 5 the War Production Board at Mr. • Ickes' request, ordered the reduction at which Davies had scoffed. '"';".'• * V * ' ' * This' is no isolated incident. It happens 1 to be one suitable 'for discussion because it stands on its own , feet without use of data presumed to be of either use or comfort to Hitler. It'is the type of misunderstanding which, if Washington publicity is adequately overhauled, can be cleared up - "6t Boy! Did You See 'Captain Easy' Today?" • SO THEY SAY We are hammering the Japs with :uitomo- bilc.s—not Lhc -scrap from old jalopies, but with steel that might have been 10-13 models—Price Administrator Leon Henderson. * 4 * Hitler knows we have enough available oil thai ultimately will blow him and his stooges to —well, you can fiU in the name of the place. —Petroleum Co-Oi'dmator Harold L. Ichcs. * * * We .shall have a chance to make a new world in which the freedom of each one of us shall be the charge of all.—Sir Gerald Campbell, British minister to Washington. * * * Corregidor needs no comment from me. It has sounded its own story at the mouth of its guns.—Gen. Douglas MacArthur. * * * Our experience so far reveals a very general realization among industrialists that there is no place for excessive profits in the war program. •—War Production Chief Donald M. Nelson. * * * Every owner of a motor vehicle should realize that he holds this vehicle Tor the national war effort and that it should be used only for purposes of necessity.—Defense Transportation Director Joseph B. Eastman. * * * Despite the-extraordinary success of the axis with the air arm, it was only a few months ago that air training was first introduced at West Point.—Maj. Benjamin Namm. chairman of Retail Advisory Committee to Treasury Department. * * * We must make peace blossom out of the war as our enemies made war explode out of peace.—John B. Condliffe, University of California professor. * * * It seems to me. -sisters, that never before has there been such a great responsibility upon women.—Representative Frances P. Bolton ol" Ohio. SIDE GLANCES ta Gifer«Mi COPR. Wl 8Y NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. f.EC. 14 5. PAT. OFF "Fin laking Muriel to the prom—she's k'mda plump aha such a'hot dancer, bul you ought lo sec the midnight 4 lunches that girl sels out! By William Ferguson THIS CURIOUS WORLD tree on her grave. Thus conventionally imprisoned, the lady had fretted for a couple of centuries until released by a lucky bolt of lightning. Now she was out for vengeance on the descendant of room swung open, and with them came their private hurricane. The biggest wind machine on the lot went into action, women began screaming in alarm, and the prop men en the balcony started yank- he r persecutor, and her plan is to ing hats up into the rafters. break up the wedding and bewitch March into falling in love with her o that she can break his heart Another giant fan joined in the The prop man on the floor got busy with his air nozzle, poking it under the skirts Vitch," and is adapted from "-The- of stampeding women Passionate Witch." which mostly vas written by the late Thorne Smith. So at the beginning of this sequence. .Witch Veronica Lake and her perpetually pic-eyed sorcercr- display of girdles, legs SEND US AN "ODD" TO QUOTE / T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. appeared i ering musicians and the' 1 could grao The bis"doors 'at"the rear 'of SOTANCST AMD TOAAATOfS ARE DULL RAZOR. BLADE. IS SHAJ2FJ" Say 5AAM-JEL. HATTY and WILLARD HOBER.T), NEXT: The everlasting redwood. and lingerie. QUITE A BLOW The end of the room was a shambles of sheet music, hurtling corsages, overturned chairs, cow- a badly buf- the wedding. feted Frcdric March. As fast as he a 'table, a prop man on the sidelines threw hats, bunches of flowers and an occasional glove and furpiece at the bewildered bridegroom. In his enthusiasm he even started to pick up the table, but just then Direc- bellowcd "Cut!" had to be cleared up and put back for another take. This one had been fine except that some of the people had got to laughing instead of registering fright. MLss Lake, who had conjured up the blast, was the only one in the room who had a right to smils at the havoc. In the next scene she'd be spiriting her victim away in a flying taxi cab. I wish there were more fantasy in the movies. SERIAL STORY . FRANTIC WEEKEND BY EDMUND FANCOTT COPYRIGHT. 1942. NBA SERVICE, INC. * HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD liy PAUL HARRISON | wind machine and a couple of NE AScrvice Staff Correspondent i prop men with mixed armloads of HOLLYWOOD.—A big wind arose I bouquets and hats. Also out of on.Paramount's Stage 6 today and | camera range, lining a balcony, blew up' the Fredric March-Susan { wore 10 property men holding fish- Play ward wedding. It tossed the as- i ing poles with 'invisible strings at- semblcd guests'into a state of dis-jtaclud to hats worn by some of array and confusion. It blasted the • the seated feminine guests. Still anothe.r technical aickj, a red-| faced, grinnine: fellow in working clothes, was concealed as he lay tlat on the floor behind the chairs of a couple of dowagrrs and held a compressed-air hose. HAPPY LANDING CHAPTER XXIII T> ALDY stirred in his sleep, brushed the handkerchief from his mouth, and sat up with all the alacrity of an anemic hippo- The sun was warm, his nap had been pleasant, and he felt lazily prepared to cope with any and all conspiracies against him. As for Peggy, nov;— He looked around for her. No groom into the arms of a one- eyed witch named Veronica Lakr, and it blew the bride and the visitors into hysterics. The sequence will be funny on tlie screen, but it was even scrcwirr to witness in the filming. Some GO elegantly attired people were seated in a large living room which also contained a lot. of flowers and an orchestra. Along the camera's path UP FROM GRAVE At this point. I'll have to go back and explain more. One of March's great-great-grandfathers had been respcnsible for the burning of a on one side of the room stood a witch and the planting of an oak OUT OUR WAY By J. K. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople IVE SEEM THIS OL' \/ IT'S TH'JUMK -n?2E LAVlKf ALOMG TH' X JITTERS-- IT S 5^? KY ^° AO FES1 COMES WITH COUPLE YEARS, AM' ( ALL HORSE SHOES ARE ALL\ WELL BE A, j PROFESSOR MEBBE IT'S SUPPOSED TO SHOVO US THAT V\)B ffl TH'RAGS AM* BOTTLES? TH\S \€» PROF. ELKH^RT PRISM j TW KMOW VV HUT, BUT MAT\OM O'JUMK ) OMLY COLLECTORS /THOUGHT 'FORE / WE HAD ITS OVBTi! } JUMKV CARS AMD STUFF BEFORE/ TECHNICAL IN ROBOT/ AM TUB FOURTH BROUGHT \M HERE COULD CAPAOTV' DIMENSION AK1Y RAGS, ArO.V BOSiES AMY BOTTLES TODAY? "' COPa.1»»28YNtA SWVKfEVrNt. T. H. R Peggy. No canoe. No one, a •shambling search revealed, on the island. The lake was annoyingly calm under a noon sun, with no sign of life on. any of its shores, no one on the wharf. Not pleasant to Baldy the crafty, Baldy the shrewd, was the teasing thought that Peggy had .double- crossed him. All the while she had been pretending to work with him. And all the while she had been plotting with that bunch of deadheads. The little so-and-sol I'll give her a chance, he thought viciously. I'll give her a chance to break her nasty little neck, and that's all. Fay . . . ah! he thought sorrowfully. She'd never have done this to him. No, it was the others. After all he had done for Fay, she'd never have the nerve to do this to him. But by the saints, he'd get even with those Bothers if be had to take that little so-and- so to New York and break her spiiit! "Hey!" yelled Myra, "Don't do that!" She was too late. She was in the water, so was Baldy, so was the food and the beer, the beer at the bottom of the lake and the sandwiches disintegrating slowly. Baldy groaned and floundered ashore with Myra who dragged the canoe with her and emptied the water with difficulty. • Baldy sat down and held his head in his hands, his sports suit dripping around him shapelessly. "Now," said Myra, "step in carefully this time." "No," said Baldy. "Not if I have to live here the rest of my life! I ain't going to risk going over those falls again ... or drowning in the middle of this lake. I can't "Too bad," said Myra. "What are you going to do?" "You try and get back and send someone who can work one of those things." "All right." Myra spoke quite cheerfully, but with a -lurking probable touch. Baldy took a deep draught at one of the four glasses in front of him and bit deep into a sandwich. His eyes did not meet those of Peggy, who sat deep in a chair swinging one leg over the arm. "It's this way," said Peggy. "You've got to handle families gently. So I thought if I became engaged to Nigel ..." • ' "THat mutt?" muttered Baldy, his mouth full. Ke felt he was beyond caring. "He is not a mutt! He's terribly strong too," said Peggy. "But that isn't the point. If I became engaged to Nigel the family would think I was settled and then when he vent overseas I could come down to New York ..." Baldy took a long drink and tackled another sandwich. "Then I thought," continued Peggy, "that if Mike proposed to Fay and they were engaged she would be in the family and I could persuade her when he went overseas to come with me back to iNew smile in her eyes, some time." 'An hour later the bedraggled Baldy climbed up the path to the house with Ferdy. They passed the rockery and Baldy's neck went red with a sudden desire to commit murder when he caught a view of Peggy suddenly releasing herself from the arms of Nigel. Baldy sneered at the thought of "It might take | a topliner like Fay Ransom mixing it with a mere lieutenant. "So I suggested to Mike that k* time wore on and he -got hungrier, his thoughts became progressively blacker. Eventually they reached the murderous stage as he paced hungrily around the confined island. He was hotter and hotter as the afternoon grew heavy with humidity and little trickles of perspiration glistened on his bald head: He began to speak his thoughts aloud. Fortunately, only the trees were \vith- in range of his muttcrings. * * * A T last he saw a lone figure on •**• the wharf and then a canoe wobbling dangerously as someone paddled toward the island. Baldy stopped his muttering and stared. It was the sister! He groaned 'as he thought of Myra's skill with a canoe and shuddered at the thought of ihc waterfall ' they had nearly died on. As the canoe came nearer, Myra steered it with dangerous incompetence toward tho island. ' I've brought you some sandwiches and a bottle of beer." she said cheerfully, without, any attempt at explanation. Baldy forgot about explanations:. The sight of food and drink was like a beacon to a shipwrecked sailor. He caught the, edge of the canoe and stepped"to. She ran to meet him. 'Oh, Baldy," she cried. "Did they only- just get you? They said they'd go right after lunch." Baldy eyed her \vith a glittering hatred. "You 1 title . . ." Then he paused as he saw Nigel's fist close significantly. Peggy's eyes warmed him to keep quiet. "I've fixed everything," she said. "Not a word." She pushed Nigel back and walked with a suspicious Baldy. "I've got a new idea. I've fixed he should drive her into Montreal by himself and at least try . . ." Baldy sat up as i£ shot. "She's gone? Where's she gone?" Peggy soothed him by pushing the third drink invitingly nearer. "They drove away about an hour ago, just the two of them . . ." She paused while a hint of apoplectic crimson darkened Baldy's neck and then spread over his domelike head. He gulped the third drink and grabbed the fourth. "But I've got the best idea o! the lot to bring it all in the family. Daddy couldn't very well object to me being managed by a every thin j fidcntly. ," said "Maybe Peggy con- you weren't son-in-law Baldy got up born in a large family like I was. If you were you'd know that when they get tough the only thing to do is to string along with them for awhile and then get your own way later. It is the easiest way in the end." "So what?" grumbled Baldy rudely. "You go and change and I'll be waiting for you with a Collins," she said. "Make it three, and six sandwiches," he growled. * * * A LITTLE later Baldy emerged •^ in a suit and loose jacket in a pale 'rose shade, beautifully pressed, with a shirt ot deeper Irlie, 'almost maroon, as a final im- and looking at Peggy queerly, he backed away. Peggy rose from her chair and followed him. "So I thought if you proposed to Myra . . ." She stopped suddenly. Baldy had turned and was disappearing rapidly. Myra came into the room. "I've found a husband for you," said Peggy with an eager smile. "Isn't it wonderful, at last!" Myra's lips tightened to an un- amused line. She glared at her young sister, green eyes bright and cheeks flushed with excitement. "Hear that car?" said Myra. "That's Baldy getting out as quick ac he can. Get your things packed. We're going before you try to marry Ferdy off to his aunt!" Peggy was unperturbed. "Isn't it wonderful?" she murmured. "We'll be driving back in Nigel's car.' TELE END

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