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PAGE FOUR.. BLYTHEV1LLE (ARK.)' COUKIER NEWS WEDNESDAY, MAY 20, 1942 THE BLYTHBVILtE COURIER NEWS T&E tJOiJRIER NEWS CO. JL WvNHAlNES, Publisher SAMUEL F. NORRIS, -Editor Wto. R. ym'i'EHEAD, Advertising Manager 8ok?*NiJtonal Advertising Representative*: Wftltece Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. - : . Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday <r> V ..Entered |s second class matter at the post- oflice at . Blythevffle, Arkansas, under act ol Congress, October 9, 1917. ^^^ Served by the United Press. * SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of BlythevlUe, 15c per week, or 65c per month. By rnall^ within a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 per year, tl.50 for six months, 75c for three months; by mail in postal "zones two to six Inclusive, $6.50 i«er year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. Company in Los Angeles, the Tonnes- 1 see Coal and Iron Company in Birmingham arc in the midst of experiments. The U. S. Rubber Company recently carried a i'ull-pagc advertisement in many newspapers urging individuals to co-operate. Here is a chance for individuals and organizations, labor unions and service clubs, civic associations, Legion posts and women's clubs to organi'/e share- thi;-riilo groups, to save rubber, to shorten the war, to save good American lives. One Man's Eyes Share the Rides If youi'are one of those who have demanded -Ithat Washington find something concrete you can do toward winning this war, your time has come. Right;* at home, without hardship or sacrifice, you can help to save lives of tens of thousands of Americans, to knock months or years off the time it will require to whip Hitler, perhaps even to'save us from defeat, You can resolve, and plan, and organize—and make good—to save rubber by Sharing your car with others when you drive to work, go shopping, take the'children to school, or use the automobile for any essential purpose. If we r ;contimie operating our cars as we have t 20 millions out of the 33 millions will be laid up by late summer of 1943, far the duration of the war. That Tvould be a national tragedy. It ' would slow down to a snail's pace the presentxmad tempo of our production. It woul3 prolong the war by reducing .the weight of materiel we can throw againstJ'Hitler and the Japs. It would • mean the death of tens of thousands and the'maiming of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, sailors and marines who need not be sacrificed. v>r : ' •'» »- * »» ,. ^ •"..••.- \. Our g'hole'productive economy is based upon ,use -of the automobile. Without it,'«we can not get our war workers to 'and froni- their jobs. We can not. possibly meet the pro- ductiontdemands of all out war without automobiles, for workers' transportation. .£• In aiyear or 15 months, .if we.ignore presenE \yarning"s'" and continue to waste Rubber, vital factories must slo\v down Because many workmen won't be able tqj get to their jobs. By jpiaring rides the available tire supplyjcah 'be made to last between *ti • three and four years. By that time we fc*fe. • hope to have ended the war. If we haven't', there will be at least a possibility !6f relief through the production of synthetic rubber for the most pressing n^ds. We £air triple the lifetime of our national ^tire-supply by sharing rides systematically, intelligently and universally. -Probably we won't. No such system ever works ..perfectly.;". But, to. beat Hitler^ it; would sepr worth the attempts ; . ;••; ~ ; : .; *. • .: '•*...,. '..* "•. All 'yover the country isolated agencies are promoting the idea. The National;: Association of Manufacturers is co-operating with the Office of Defense Transportation. The Michigan State Highway Department is experimenting in Pontiac. The Associated Industries | of Maine, the Massachusetts Planning i Boardy the Connecticut Manufacturers I Association are surveying the possi- j bilities. -The' California Shipbuilding Porh;>ps never has a surgeon's scalpel carried responsibility greater than will rest upon (hat of the oplhalmolo- gist who, very soon, will operate upon the eyes of !'resident Roberto M. Ortiz of Argentina. Because, of his eyes Ortiz has had to permit his vice president to govern one of the groal. Latin-American republics. Ortiz is pro-American and anti-axis. His acting substitute is, charitably speaking, isolationist. In Ortiz's absence. Orgonl.ina has declined to co- ouerate in Pan-American unity against Hit lor. If Ortiz's eyes can be restored, we may expect fnll support from Argentina when he resumes active office. SIDE,GLANCES '.*> »y We Haven't Got It So Toush At the Post Exchange Olio of Uio War Production Hoard's recent orders is goiu# io prove a boon to recruiting agencies. Cocoa to make candy Tor civilians has been rationed severely. Rut the Ijcans used for iiie henelit of soldiers, sailors and marines will not be charged against processors' quotas. So. it swms. if you like chocolates (>]• your girl friend does, yon ;in unlimited supply at post ex- and ship canteens—for men in "You were the liveliest soldier in the veterans' parade, Uncle Bill! i Oon'l see why Ihc Army lurried you dcnvu iiibl .\vcekl" THIS CURIOUS WORLD V e «±n m yourself will find changes uniform. Victory Emperor Hirohilo, Nipponese Son of Heaven, lias commended his naval commander for the crushing victory over American-Australian forces in the Coral Sea. The maximum Japanese claim appears to he eight United Nations ships or damaged and 98 planes shot On the other hand, we claim and officially that we sank 11 •warships and damaged six more in the. Coral Sea engagement alone, plus several later. Our claims hitherto have proven conservative. A few such Japanese victories will indeed prove crushing—for Hirohito and the axis cause in the Far East. sunk down. ilatlv • SO THEY SAY To my mind nothing is morr obnoxious than the idea that we will, no matter how benevolently, hnpor.c- upon the- world a pax Americana or .even :i pnx F.rit-Amcrirana.- Dr. Philip C. . Jessup. prolcshor of international law, -Columbia University. * * * Prirc control is a war measure, and such sac- rituT.s as it n-quiio.s of retailors must be taken in the li^ht of sarnitrr.s for thr country's wcl- laiv.--Price Administrator Leon Henderson. * * * Will ycu plpa.vr tell Unrlr Sam that my broihcr and T would like to return our sugar ration bcok because we are not eattnr, candy so we e;ni buy more war stamps. Tetter to President Roosevelt irom 10-year-old Carol Mercer of Lns Angeles. TH(3NDERSTOR/V\ TRAVELS HEN Y£>L> ON THE STOCK ARE PAYING UP C>N THE HUBERT LELA NEXT: Why Dlionmrranh records are "cheesy"! I':* family and old friends and uthl'ul haunts. Out of that re- arch, he believes, should come e pattern and facts for a good cture. Then folov.'S a curious narrative the writer's visit to Faribault, id of the writer's, romance with girl reporter. In the course of is research into the background Bruce Smith, he sees a reel of ionic movies taken by a family lend, and those actually- will be ie only scenes showing Smith in ction on a football field. x a • LIMBO'S RIVAL Picture patrons who sec a new Merrie Melody called "Horton Hatches the Egg' are likely to ure that an astonishing dearth of plot material also has hit the animated cartoon field. Because this one deals with the birth of a little flying elephant, and there also is some circus background as a further reminder of Walt Disney's "Dumbo." Actually, this Leon Schlesinger production is taken straight from. Dr. Seuss' juvenile best-seller published in 1940. and the. Schlesinger studio began work on the pink elephant named Horton months before "Dumbo" was released. The coincidence is remarkable, but there really is no essential duplication of story. I saXv some other shorts at the time the patient and faithful Horton was on view. In the .newest Looney Tune, "Saps and Chaps;" there's a shot depicting "the very early west," and to prove it the camera pans ''up on the Mount Rushmore monument to reveal the carved faces of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and Roosevelt as litUe boys. SACRAMENTO, Cal. (UP)— Pvt. Raymond Kindt of Mather Field received a letter from Bethlehem. Pa., written on a roll of paper measuring nine feet. There was a warning postscript: "Sometime I'll write you a long letter when the danger of a paper shortage is over." There were 181.993 visitors., to the Badlands National Monument, in South Dakota, during 1940. SERIAL STORY CARIBBEAN CRISIS BY EATON K. GOLDTHWAITE COPYRIGHT. O<12. NEA SERVICE. INC. BY PAUL HARRISON NF.A Service Stuff CorrcsiiomliMit •HOLLYWOOD.—The heroics of the gridiron are pretty tame beside the stories being written by Mp Americans on oceans and battlefields and .skways of the world. So there won't be many football pictures on the screen next fall. Every studio used to whip up a couple or three pigskin mrlo- dr:im;is for the autumn tradr. but this year there are only two on the entire Hollywood schedule. Paramount is readying its usual musical which this time will be issued under the tit If of "Block That Kiss." Columbia has a script designed to utilize the services of iUir.nosota's Bruce Smith, of i Alt-America fame. ! unusual rah-rah stoiy ever written. In fact, it deals almost exclusively with the .studio's effort to devise a story for (lie football star. Right at the stall you'll see Smith being signed by Columbia and then you'll be cut in on a discussion between a producer and a writer. SAME PLOT The writer says there's only one plot for football piriurns. and j that's the one in which th? previously discredited h.?ro gets into Til!-, STOIIY—A Her »lx 7nnm nm "in;!it manager fur mi American icinical (iriii on a. Dutch \Vcxt Jmlian is!:ii:il. Hill Talcott is leaver under a clonil of .suspicion. An iiutjiiiir \vho lias come down with Jtalscy, Iifs .siK-ecN.sor. :icciiscs him of a serious shortage in hi* accounts. Of Ilal.scy's other ship <-nni|iaiiioiis. .lime Pa'tcr.sori, l>cau- < it~u I cousin «if Kill's college ronni- in:i<e. thinks Bill is n surly heel, •while tin- other, a man minted 31:iel)owell, UIVIIN out to lie a <!<•- ti-ciivc-. H:ilst-y :»nil .June take a ivalk in tin- rveniiipr. ami arc menaced liy island ii:ifiv««s. Kill FCM- cncs them. in. accused l»y .June o£ ^tairiiijr the scene <o hn;»resN lier. MacDowcll menaces liill >vith a the last five minutes of the hip; game and makes inn yv.mriiv.; touchdown just as the whistle blows. ! The producer says no. ho doesn't 'want that. Instead, he orders the | scenarist to j:o ba^k to Smiths 'home town of Faribnult and get Tin's latter is easily the most, i acquainted with the football mar- OUT OUR WAY By .1. K. Williams- OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople / BUT KJO ( TAT V CURLY/ WITH US CARRVIM 1 THIS SAUT DOWM--LET TO TH' BOTTOM.' I TH1MK THEY'LL BE LETTIM 1 US HAVE SYMTHETIC TIRES \T'6 A PE\N FlNl^H\M6 TODCWES V4HRH AMDTUERH Ar^D 8lG> ^ OTTO NNILL BE Rt ADV ^OR A ] SIMPLJE TRIM TA^K^ J TOO 6AD HE. C SUCH AS MO\ViNio THt LA\\'M AMD Gt&TlNG I RU65/ / AMOS/ AND OTTO COULD SWAP . J STORIES: / 6lNilbTER TUOU6WT FOUR GOME" COMCLUS10M * * * MYSTERY SIHP CHAPTER VI A HUSH came upon the terrace; a void of silence ns if every living thing on the isUind could sec and rccogni'/.o the danger in that vicious snub-nosed pistoL "Put down the gun." It \vas Bill Talcott \vho said it. His voice, too, wax unreal. Calm, with the deep rcvcrbcrancc o£ a drum beat. It shattered the momentary hypnosis, xvhippcd frayed nerves, llalscy made a half turn with lists clenched, and the girl cried out, "Don't!" MacDowell's glaring eyes sought Halsey. "He tried to get away from me," MacDowell snarled. "Wit* his trickfi o' bio win' whistles an' havin' this dame scream, so's to catch me of! my guard. He clipped me on the jaw and knocked me cold!" Talcott said, "Once you pwll that trigger, nothing can save you. They'll be on us like hornets. Se- basticn will be with them. He won't try to stop them this time. If you do injure me, they will tear you to pieces. They won't stop. Miss Pr.tcrson's disregard of my order lias already aroused them. The slightest violence will upset the balance." "For God's sake, MacDowell!" JIalscy cried hoarsely. "Can't you loll when a man is speaking the truth? Your cap pistol wouldn't amount to peanuts! Put it away!" The detective hesitated with ill- disguised anger. "Why'd he clip me?" he demanded. "Why'd, he wait until my head was turned? You mean to say that whistle an' her screamin' wasn't no setup?" June Paterson trembled. "Whatever Mr. Talcott may have done, the scream was entirely my own idea. Please, I—I—'' She became suddenly limp and would have fallen had not Halscy's arm supported her. * *•*•>«• TF7ITHOUT too much grace, " MacDowell stood aside to let them through. Indecision and bewilderment struggled with anger in his expression. He knew what he would do. Put Talcott in irons and palaver afterward." Fundamentally nn uncomplex individual, Mr. MacDowell's theory was to locate the source of trouble and put it out of business. But he didn't know what was out there; his mustache twitched nervously as he peered into the darkness before closing the.door. Black Sam brought restoratives, administered them with the detached calm of a physician, waited until Miss Paterson showed" signs of. revival, vanished at a nod from Bill Talcott. "That.guy makes me nervous," MacDowefl. muttered. "He don't stay in one place long enough to—" His eyes hardened. "What was all the screamin,' an' whistle blowin' about?" So June Paterson told him. Of discovering the natives in the dark, their menacing attitude, Halsey's courage, the arrival of Scbasticn, and later of Talcott. When she was finished, Halsey abruptly cut off a cross-examination. "Miss Patcrson has had sufficient excitement for one night," Halsey said. "My dear, why don't you go to bed? In the morning it will all seem like a very bad and distant dream." Talcott's eyes were on her, cold and unapproving. The man seemed made of ice and concrete; unlike the others, no slightest trace of perspiration showed in his face. No emotion showed there either; beyond the faint flash of his eyes he was stone. She put her hand in Halsey's and arose from the couch. "Good night, dear," she said softly and, lifting her face, kissed him on the lips. That brought a reaction from Talcott. Dull red mounted from his collar to the rims of his eyes. He seemed as if about to speak, and then, turning, he strode from the house. * * * CHE awoke from troubled, sleep *-^ with a startled sense of reality, of emergence from a hazy, swift v.ioving world into one that was sharply focused and sinister. It was still night; unobstructed stars gleamed balefully through her unglazcd window. Dawn, she knew, was not far off; soon, with the swiftness of a drawing shutter, the sun would beat mercilessly down. Already the night's welcome coolness had passed; there had been rain, for a square of floor by the window was dark with wetness. She lay a moment beneath her netting, trying to fathom what had awakened her. And then, beyond the slope on the §ea side, she heard voices. Detached, uneven; drifting shouts. Drawing a robe about her slim figure she crossed to watch a panorama of moving light fingers. _ There were two shafts. One threw into bold relief figures on the beach. Instantly she- recognized Sebastien, and beside him the huge native Tomas. They were watching the white path thrown by the powerful flashlight in Sebastien's hand to where the outlined gray hull of a schooner was perilously close to the shore. "You want to get wrecked, hey?" Sebastien's yell floated up. From the schooner a crisp, harsh voice answered, "Light your pier. We want to land!" "No light the pier!" Sebastien's yell increased in volume. "Me know you! We got plenty troubles now. You stay away!" The schooner swung slowly about, wallowing in the trough of waves. An end to stillness, the muffled boom of her engines echoed and she swung in a wide circle, heading west to the landing place. Sebastien's enraged cries followed them, and the light in his hand bobbed crazily with his running. A nice hospitable place this is, June Paterson thought. If the schooner could -land it would afford her the opportunity of es^ cape. She was tired, sick and thoroughly frightened now. There was evil here. No matter what Bill Talcott had once been, he had become something sinister and strange. He was someone she did not know, perhaps had never known. Whatever his deadly game with Halsey, Struthers and MacDowell, he could have it all to himself. She had been a fool to come here. As quickly as it came, the resolve to pack and escape crystal- izcd in her brain. She was drawing away when a movement outside the window held her. A cloying, "nameless fear caught at her throat, robbed her of the power of movement. So near she could touch him, a shadowy figure loomed and began a slow, ambling walk toward the pier. Someone had been there, watching as she watched the tableau in the water. Had the presence of the schooner prevented an entrance to her room? The figure was lost in gloom when, from the sea in the direction of the pier, came the heavy boom of a shot. Once it sounded. And then from the depths of darkness beyond her window arose a wild, angry bellow followed by the pounding beat of shoes' on the path. (To Be Continued) •*<*>--

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