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PACT FOUR THE COSHOCTON TRIBUNE TUESDAY EVENING. APRIL 6, 18U THE COSHOCTON TRIBUNE (AND AN HfDKPENPUT' NEWf APKH Kntertd Mooad elsw matter at the pott oirice at Cochoetou. Ohio eacb trenlnK and Sunday by The Company Member Audit Bureau Circulation. Select List oJ Ohio Dally Associated Ohio Dallies. KATB OF SUBSCRIPTION ID City By Carrier Per Wert -30 By Mall "Week 30 Four Wwkr .60 8eVea Week.

H.oo Sii Monthr J3.00 Tear oO JOHN W. CTJLLEN COMPANY National Ad' -rtlslng Representative 230 Michigan Chicago. Ill 630 Fifth Ave. 40 South 3rd St, Hew Tork. T.

Columbus. O. 6S9 Hippodrome Annex. Cleveland O. A THOUGHT FOR TODAY Pray without Thessalonians 5:17.

Mark Dawson TTTHEN Marcus Dawson entered navy service VV las' September, lew of us here at The Tribune believed his absence would be permanent. The Tribune was merely "lending" Mark to the navy for the duration. No one could quite replace him. but we'd all do the best we could until he came home again--just as other firms are doing in these war years. And today we still can't reconcile ourselves to the idea that Mark Dawson won't be back.

His desk is still there, his chair, typewriter, llass ad blanks--all the "tools" he used so long ind loved so well are there, waiting his return. He was just a kid, 18 years old, when he came kere. We watched him grow up--his courting days, the years when he became a husband and father, the morning when he came in and told us in gicut detail, some uxnuMRU-iit but with eyes a bit moist, about how his little boy Tommy had trudged away from home for his first day at school. Always Mark was so young, so full of nervous energy. He was truly a "young man in a hurry-" Two years after he came to The Tribune he was head of the classified advertising department.

Three years after he joined the Masons he was master of the lodge--a procedure that requires seven years for most men. He lived tensely, a thin, high-strung, vibrant young man, whom you rarely caught in repose. But he was almost invariably in a good humor, with a quick smile that Hashed as easily when somebody turned him down on a class ad contract as it did when the prospect signed on the line. space, people liked to have him come back. And over a period of years, he built The Tribune's classified advertising page to a place where it regarded as a model in newspaper circles, to a lineage that was considered almost impossible In a town of this population.

Resourceful and full of ideas, he was a stimulating force for everyone in the office. Down thru the years he had become an institution, as much a part of The Tribune as the Duplex press. His desk is still there, and his typewriter. But the young man with the quick, flashing smile won't be back. He was very close to our hearts.

Nothing But Slackers From the Omaha Morning World-Herald INOR leagues are short of umpires because so many have gone to the armed services. It seems rather unsporting of these to take safer jobs in times like these. SERIAL STORY DARK JUNGLES BY JOHN FLEMING LOIS EBY COPYRIOHT. NCA SERVICE. THE STORY: Alllwm Topping, ftii.

to to GutcBBla. to her eklelc plantation. On board aUp ahe mrcla Barry KlfUIni, mulnwr. bond (or Gantrtnala. I.IIa Harrlioa.

BarYy'a fiancee, to an- irhen Alllion atarta a flirtation with Barry. Dnplte that aaf laonld abandon the trip bceamae of hardialpa ahe will AllUoa to detemlaed co. THE RUSE CHAPTER II 'I'HE fog deepened into a lashing storm before the night was out, and the freighter plowed a slow, harried course southward along the coast It was late afternoon of the following day before they ran out of the storm, and the wallowing of the small boat settled to a rhythmic roll. For the first time all five passengers appeared in the small dining room for dinner. Barry Fielding came first He was a born sailor, and rough weather only sharpened his sea appetite.

The captain introduced the three men coming in next Two were joint owners of a plantation in Brazil. "The third an elderly lighthouse keeper. Barry told them he was a mining engineer. "I'm afraid Miss Topping won't make it," the captain said as he led the way to the table. "She's been having a bad time." Barry smiled.

"Fine," he said. "She'll get off at Santiago then and go back--which is exactly she should do." "You think so, Mr. Fielding?" The five men turned sharply toward the door, at the sound of the feminine voice. Allison Topping was posed dramatically in the doorway, her celebrated figure in sequin evening gown silhouetted against the flaming sky. She came slowly forward, her delicate lips forming a provocative smiling pout.

She had piled her honey colored hair in careless curls atop her small head. There were dark circles under her violet eyes and tiny veins showed at her temples under the chalky pallor of her skin. The four passengers and the captain leaped as a man to pull a chair for her. Barry said severely, "You shouldn't have come down tonight." "I was afraid," she said faintly, "that--heartless people would try to influence the captain to put me off at Santiago." The laughter rose fast and gallant, directed against Barry. He shrugged with a grin.

"The ship is yours," he said. "Stay on it till doomsday if you like. should have had better sense than to adv.se a woman." 'T'HE next morning the sky was A limpid, with small pufT clouds. and the sapphire water shot with sunlight Alhsoa was at breakfast. Tne shadow of illness was gone from her lace.

She was in white silk shorts and shirt, with brill San and her yellow gold ha.r hanging to her shoulders. She exquisite as the day, with a fire of mischief in her violet eyes. "I feel fine now," she boasted. the privacy of my cabin for the last 43 hours I've been singing the blues--I mean about the war--my losing every centavo but a chicle plantation--and now the storm! It's all off mr mind for good." The rubber men and the lighthouse keeper were enchanted and a little afraid of her. To Barry's surprise refused their homage.

"Just call me Al," she said. The deb is dead. I'm not even Queen of Chewing Gum Jungle- just a chicle laborer." "That's ridiculous," said Barry heatedly. She turned on him with mock- Ing light of combat "That in- Allison leaned across the table and slid her flame-tipped fingers into Barry's hand. "Hate me in the morning.

Handsome," she begged, "but love me tonight." clination to bossrness is apt to get rry the party the you into trouble, Mr. Fielding." K(imK fmm "Touche," Bany grinned as he boat to the Island, started for his cabin. Allison a beguiling She looked after him startled, iiuule. She complained loudly oC "Where are you going?" I tne blistering heat but led a spir- "I have thiec books to digest ltc1 si-arch through the colorful, before we get to Puerto Barrios." oobble.stoned streets for the old he told her. His masculine pride Indian, somehow managing to was satisfied by her i i out thousand native cus- cippomtment.

Ionls (i rellts route. He uas not evading her. nor But the old Indian could not be exaggerating the impoi tance of found. Even Barry was- satisfied tSsc Somcwheie within bv the time they abandoned the their pages a the key to the "-catch in the du.sky. music-Illlod interior of Allison'-; fnvonto cafe.

Around th ir table thcv raised or a i i of his mi to Guatemala. Thev wore histories of the Quiche Intii.ui tribe. He could -h- pull himself out of his dining meals. But he noted amusement the constirtly i wine fiUfi' as guide. 's.

to Allison's prowess T.Iischief tir.glod her laughter. "No. lot's drink to dear old Itchy Suina," she ci.ed. "and the blood of All.son'. i o.ith of They the other p.i^i"ii;i.:s.

third lured lion fior.i hi l.ur.'' day she wns the ci.irl of p.i-- Harry gl.incid around at the senders and crew sudden mar of laughter from the fact he included in Irs to t'nee other rnen. lie realised sud- I.iia, though he a i i dcnlv he had been duped into anj comforting account of l.i own cloistered d.tjs. lie did not mention, of couise. the. r.ijue he could i in A hr invulnci.ibi! to l.cr ili.ism.

A I i i i si.e c. do- must si S.in Jii the i 1 bill. sVp f.e ir.os; i i i He bo'. -d to strange ii.bo. 12 he toc.it of a blood oath.

Harry u.v..·.;)· tir.o. He to "Was he a i cr.e Alhfons l.rxe i on him "I believe u.s rhe said slowly. "I'd like to coming. AV.i-on's- Knightor "Serves I sneaked l- i ur i a i dunni; nner last took some bait from 15. Ty nritation ovi io of 1 afternoon and i- i ii ion and danc- But 1 0 ominously Alison l.iuyht the Q.i.'l.e viorjs, from and shotted them Kiel; and forth jMsio.

until sur- natives looked v. ith st. KM nod tho table r.lv and slid her small ilame- tir-ped Barry's hand. 1:1 the Handsome." bogged, "but me tor. looked ur the dclirato of white arm to her face with its "I'd like to lous pouting mouth, it', said.

"Do ou ti.ir.l. he might be lender its wide violet eyes, there still?" he thought "Ho might. He's "'tely, the lovohcn face he had been there for six yejrs. He was ever scon on a woman, there last October." (To Be Continued) Plane in a Plane With wings taken off and tied beneath the transport, this British IMO Warhawk fits snugly inside a giant Douglas C-47 Sytrain somewhere in Africa. The P-40 was being flown to a base for repairs.

WASIIIHGTOH MERRY-GO-ROUND I I A WASHINGTON Inflationist farm leaders had hopes that Food ar Chester Davis might be amenable to pressure on behalf of higher farm prices. But they got a rough shock at a White House meeting attended by Davis, the president, Secretary of Agriculture Wickard and the chief of four farm organisations. Davis let it be known in no uncertain terms that he wasn't going to take dictation from anybody except the president. There had aecn skepticism about this because of Davis's close tie-in with American Farm Bureau Federation. However, the food dispelled such misgivings during an exchange with Farm Bureau boss Ed O'Neal and James Patton, president of the National Farmers Union.

O'Neal, the caliph of the in- flationist farm lobby, was demanding that Davis be given "full and complete" powers over farm prices. "Mr. Davis can't function effectively if his hands are tied by the OPA, Mr. President," O'Neal said. "lie should have broad discretionary authority with respect to prices." The Farm Bureau leader didn't bother to add that neither could Davis function effectively if he were under pressure from the Farm Bureau and the lobby pushing farm price inflation.

However, the two-fisted Patton intervened. "I'm for giving Mr. Davis all the authority he needs," Patton interrupted, "but with one reservation. I would like to have it understood that he not use his authority to boost farm prices to inflationary levels. I realise that the prices of some commodities are too low and need adjustment, but we simply have got ta draw the line Otherwise labor will demand wage increases because of higher living costs and we'll be on the highroad to uncontrolled inflation before we know it." FOOD CZAR PROMISES "You don't to worry about me doing anything like that, Jim." Davis assured him.

"I see eye to eye with you on the question of farm pi They must be kept from rising, and I'm going to do all my power to keep them fiom rising." Tins was a direct shot at bled. "You hear a lot of talk about the extinction of little business, because of the concentration of war contracts in a few big firms," Paon observed, "but the same kind of concentration is forcing thousands of small farms to the wall also." The president, agreed it was a serious situation, instructed Davis to confer with Patton on ways and means to increase the production facilities of family-type farms. MILLIONAIRE "BROKE" Nelson Rockefeller, coordinator of inter-American affairs, invited a group of colleagues and a brace of congressmen to lunch at the Occidental restaurant in Washington. Prices are not low at the Occidental, but nobody thot millionaire Rockefeller would have trouble meeting the bill. When the waiter presented him the check, however, Rockefeller took some bills from his wallet, then looked blank.

He turned to Tom Dozier, a colleague in his office, and said, "Tom, could you lend me a couple of dollars?" Dozier obliged. Days passed, and Dozier thot he had lost that two bucks. Finally, a fortnight later, a note came from Rockefeller, saying, "Sorry to have delayed so long. Here's that two dollars I borrowed." Dozier is keeping the note as a memento of the time he bailed out a millionaire. ST.

PETER vs. RUML PLAN During the Ruml plan debate, Republican Representative Noah Mason of Illinois argued, amid some spirited heckling by Representative Bob Doughton of North Carolina, that pay-as-you-go tax receipts would be a strong talking point with Saint Peter. He explained: "I will say to Saint Peter when I reach the Pearly Gates: 'I have brot with me a receipted tax bill for every year that I was supposed to pay taxes down below. Unless you have got something else against Mason you have just got to open up those pearly gates and let me What else could Saint Peter do but let me in? What could he say to me?" "If he knew you were for the Ruml plan." interrupted Doughton "he would say to you: 'Depart from me ye worker of iniquity, for I know ye MERRY-GO-ROUND The Nazis are trying to Nazify Frenchmen by establishing a new movie circuit thruout France. They want to propagandize the French people against the day of MIS CUP RUNNETH C'VER O'Neal, but it didn't the Farm Bureau chief.

He turned right aiound and gave the president a big sales talk for the Bankhead bill, would gleatly incteasc farm prices by super-imposing soil coiners.iiion and other farm the invasion. The railroads benefit payments on parity ceilings. coal stnke as housewives used to O'Neal contended that many (hoard coffee. Efficient Gov- cotton and a farmers would i Holland of Florida is not expected to tun against efficient Claude Pepper for the senate. The last time Claude ran he was in Scotland shortly after his nomination when a voice called his hotel room.

"Senator, 1 am an American press rcpre- in Scotland and we have a cable that your election in Florida has been contested." "I'll be right down." replied the alarmed Topper. It WrtS Jones, with Stewart M.icDonald, Federal Arimin-ytrator, plnymg a A Farmer's mry By CALVIN A. BYERS Behind the Scenes The annual high school operetta was a successful rendition of "Rio Rico," a musical fantasy of the southern seas. It had parts for both the boys' and girls' glee clubs--a a inventor, a millionaire yachtsman, a colored cook, a captain's ghost, an old maid hunt, and a corps of gold-hunting college students who made a radio broadcast of their adventures. The house was full.

We parents hugely enjoyed it. "But the biggest drama didn't) go on out front, at all," remarked our own particular sophomore, afterward. "It was behind the scenes, between the acts." "And what was that?" "Oh--didn't you hear? One" of the pirates ran another pirate's sword right thru his hand. Just think, it might have been his eye --or even his head! I guess they were in a hurry--you know how pirates WOULD be, just coming off stage, like that. The curtain had just gone down, when somebody came running into the wing and cried, 'Get a doctor quick! A boy is bad "So we all ran out and there was that little pirate with a bright red scarf around his sandy hair and his face looking pale even thru the freckles and grease paint.

His hand wasn't bloody, but he kindo' staggered and sat down on a chair that was handy. Then we all just were quiet and stared. The wooden sword had gone in and broken off--the back of his hand bulged where the point stuck up. I stood right close to keep him from falling, if he should faint- but I guess he wouldn't have. He didn't even whimper.

Only looked queer and said, 'It "The janitor took a look. He said, 'Put him in my car, boys. I'll take him to the doctor with that right 'Get some water," said one of the lady teachers. 'He's "But the kid opened his eyes and answered quick. 'No--don't! haven't.

I'm all right--go on with the show!" "Wasn't that a brave speech foi a little junior high boy? GO ON WITH THE SHOW! So we din-and in the second act we all felt old troupers. I'll bet you could even tell it, in the audience! Gee, it was thrilling. 'The show must go I wouldn't have missed it for anything!" (For those who wonder--the boy's hand is doing fine. I do not know the lad, but our sophomore reports that the wound, is healing nicely.) Looking Back News Prom Files of 10, 20, 30 Years Ago out by current parity ceilings. "I had to do a lot of lobbying to get the Bankhead bill thru con- gross," he grinned, inferring that ail hard work would be wasted if the president vetoed the bill.

Tne president made no comment, but keen interest in a statement by Patton 0:1 the economic plight of the little "family f.irmci." Patton assorted that these small a i are the one-; would 1 be out" unless the government stopped the conoentr.ition of tood production on well- uippod farms instead of a i practical joke. Prize 1936 remark of Senator Jerry Nye: "I think we have been harboring a lot of delusions about machinery, eleotr.c power and the matter of national defense other fac'luios to i going to require us to rush oral million small farms. If this to the defense of the Aleutian were done. Patton said, war food I Ex-President Quezon production could be almost the Philippines can cuss more eloquently than any man in Washington. HEKE'S'QUICK RELIEF It (1) shrinks swollen membranes, (2) soothes irritation.

(3) relieves transient nasal congestion And brings great- CT breathing comfort, tfifwc You'll like It I Follow directions in folder. YA-TRO-IIOl COMMODITIES Canned milk and Graham flour will be issued to relief clients and pensioners in and near the city on Thursday and Friday. Client are to eoinp in alphabetical order and bring cards. 30 Years Ago Today APRIL 5, 1913 With the March flood still fresh in mind, local residents were worried when the river came within a foot of flooding the Roscoe road and was reported rising. Thomas Watkins, 90, for 45 years a barber here, died at the home of his daughter, Mrs.

Samuel Cook, Newark, after a long illness of asthma. Word was received here of the death of Ralph House, a former resident of Coshocton county at Columbus. Word of the death had been delayed because of the flood. Miss Mildred Snoots was called to Zanesville by the critical illness of her mother, a former resident of this city, but before she arrived there her mother had died. Charles W.

Brownfeld, 56, died at city hospital from injuries he had received when struck by a W. L. E. freight train here. 20 Years Ago Today APRIL 5, 1923 Mrs.

Samuel Irvine, 57, died suddenly at her home in New York City. She was a daughter of Dr. and Mrs. John Anderson, pioneer residents of Coshocton county and was a native of Keene. Samuel McGinnis, 72, Frazeysburg, died at Bethesda hospital, Zanesville.

10 Years Ago Today APRIL 5, 1933 Mrs. Clyde Lower, '23, died at city hospital fololwing an operation. Mrs. Mary Ann Gamble, 89, former Coshocton resident died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. T.

O. Speck, Newark. Two Killbuck business places were entered and the thieves made away with $15 in cash and a quantity of sausage. Miss Thelma Lowe, Coshocton's first woman attorney, opened her office in the Geidel building, Main st. TheSullivans'--Back in the Fight Mrs.

Thomas Sullivan of Waterloo, smashes bottle and a new U. S. destroyer, "The Sullivans," named for her five sons lost in the South Pacific with the cruiser Juneau, begins a vengeful journey down the ways at San Francisco. Left to right, Lieut. Mel Venter.

Gcnevieve Sullivan, sister of the five sons, and Mrs. Sullivan. Yank 'Chutists Who Aren't Back Yet American paratroopers trudge g.imoly along beside thair German guard (carrvin: cun right) en route to a prison camp in TuniMa. The picture cumos from a neutral ioutcc. JEWS PA PER I.