The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on May 28, 1942 · Page 8
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 8

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, May 28, 1942
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If AGE EIGHT BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THURSDAY, MAY 28, 1942 THE BLYTHEVILLB COURIER NEWS TH* COURIER NEWS CO. H. W. HAINES, Publisher SAMUEL P. NORRIS, Editor Win. R. WHITRHEAD, Advertblni iteaa|tr Sole National Advertising Representative: Witmer Co., New York, Chicftgo, Dt, .Atlanta, Memphis. Published Evety Afternoon Except Smiday r~ Entered' as »*cond cl*ss matter at tto* office at BlythevUle, Arkansas, under act ol ^Congress, October 9 t by tbe. United Press. »UT OUR WAY ing a splendid job of armament and of fighting, so wa arc not per milled to know about the very black spots that exist. Soon—very soon—a decision must be made. Shall we win this war, or make and save reputations 4 ? Is armament more important, or the autumn elections ? J OUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrie? 4^ the City of BlytheviUe, 15c per week, o? 6$e per month. By maiC within a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 per year, |1.50 for six months, 75,c 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 Ui advance. Ion fusion'Worse. Confounded Washington is a very, very busy city: Everybody • there, with unimportant exceptions, is working night and day to put over the most gigantic war program ever conceived. Officials, like their subordinates, are harried and •weary. It is understandable that at times they should become careless or temperamental or both. Conceding this, and 'all' that' it implies, nevertheless we must reiterate and emphasize that-•• Washington's • public relations are deteriorating so rapidly as to constitute .a. menace . to . public morale. The last time this was. p.o.inted out, . using the gasoline rationing tragi-com- edy as illustration, President Roosevelt blamed the press. lie said the correspondents' two-to-five gallon a week prediction was a -guess — intelli'gent, perhaps, but nevertheless a guess. The fact was that the prediction - came from a source in the Office of Price Administration which proved to. be accurate. The ration started at three gallons. •: * * * Harold Ickes and Leon Henderson, with their statement that rationing would be less rigorous than predicted in news stories, were made to look more than a little foolish. So was the President, with his attempt to blame the press. This now is history. It should not be revived but for the more recent and more harmful flurry over optimism about military operations. The Army and Navy joined in a statement which startled.the better-informed observers with its cheerfillness.'- The secretary of state said that the war might be over sooner than.w.e expected, without saying whose expectations he had mind, or how pessimistic they had been. ...' These things were timed, presuma- Ibly by accident, to coincide with re- jjorts of. correspondents released from internment in Germany and Italy, who told about the internal difficulties confronting Hitler and Mussolini. Then "a high, official," Secretary IHull and-finally the President had to [clash cold water on the public, so that we wouldn't consider the war already I won. > 6 * * * One who follows these situations jclosely can not escape feeling that the pelf-contradiction in the government's Inews "policy" arises' from confusion )f ^goals. Everybody, from the President down, is anxious to keep us at fever heat in the production, financing, recruiting, ighting programs. Therefore we must lot become too optimistic. But also, )eing very human and not at all un- )olitical, they want to appear to be clo- - No Appeal Out of Progressive Wisconsin comes one of the weirdest court decisions we ever read. There a Wausau judge released a man who left his 2-year-old daughter in a farmyard all night, where she froze to death. The man, a one-time district, attorney, and his wife both were drunk. (Intoxicated seems too mild.) The judge said he could not see that such drunkenness indicated "utter and wanton disregard for the rights of others." Therefore, he held, no manslaughter was committed against the child. If a defendant has been wrongly convicted he can appeal. When a judge; makes a decision like this against the State, which is Society, there is no recourse. This man and his wife arc free to live happily ever alter in Wisconsin—if thev can. Bow. Dear to Our Hearts Once upon a time, many and many a year ago,'men did not wear pajamas when they went to bed. They wore nightshirts. Nightshirts are long—usually—and shapeless. Except that they are made from a softer material, they look and feel little different than oversized grain bags with sleeves. The War Production Board toyed with the idea of shifting all men from pajamas to nightshirts until we beat Hitler. They may have thought we would hustle that much more to finish the job. But calmer, kindlier second thought intervened. They'll take the frills off our pajamas, but they won't .sentence us to nightshirts. The ultimate in indignity has not been achieved. • SO THEY SAY ' Tlic'transportation of baseball fans from the ball parks to their homes is presenting a very serious problem.—Defense Transportation Director Joseph B. Eastman. * * » There were thousands of citizens who were, no doubt, amazed to discover that the two- ocenn Navy authorized in 1940 was not on the seas in 1942.—War Manpower Chief Paul V. McNuU. * % • Numerous business men write me preaching economy, only later to write or call asking rhnt I vote for some costly proposal of especial linnn- cial benefit to them.—Representative Clarence J. -Brown -of 'Ohro. * * * We are going to have to spend more and more to tell the public to buy less and less. —Morton Simpson, Birmingham advertising executive. * » » For 300-mile-an-hour planes to depend upon 10-miIe-an-houv convoys to get them there is absurd.—Maj. Alexander De Seversky, inmecl plane designer. * * * We shall cleanse the plague spot of Europe, which is Hitler's Germany, and with it the hell hole of Asia . . . japan.—Vice President Henry A. Wallace. * * * The Willow Run bomber plant Is an invitation for Adolf Hitler :o commit suicide.—Charles E. Sorenson, motor company executive. The Old Man of the Sea SIDE .GLANCES COPR. 1942 BYNCA SERVICC, INC T. M7RCC. U. S, PAT. OFF. *Tm worried about grandpa—he knows he's loo old to enlist, but he asked me yesterday if it cost very much to have oiie's face lifted L"' THIS CURIOUS WORLD TOTEMISM, m THE BELIEF IN RELATIONSHIP WITH CERTAIN ANIMALS, IS NOT JUST A NORTH AAAERICAN INDIAN IT HAS BEEN FOUND IN ONE FORM OR. ANOTHER IN AMERICA, AUSTRALIA., • AFRICA, ASIA, AND MELANESIA. of collaborators — the forceful,' have seen Jean Renoir as a red- slangy ex-newspaperman and the sensitive, soft-spoken Frenchman, . LAV/XL '- -r-^.:.' IS STIL_L_ LAVAL \A/HETHER VOO READ HIS NAME OR. feeliny for his words. They preside af5 story conferences under a big tree on a patch of studio lawn and argue about how to get Miss Durbin, a teacher in a mission school, from China -to Rangoon to Australia to San Francisco. thatched little boy. His father often included him in his paintings. WAR VICTIM The director didn't go into movies through art, though. He was wounded in 1914 and invalided from the French cavalry to an observer's job in the air force. He had to take pictures and so grew interested It's a rare privilege for a player, m photography. Invented some but Miss Durbin sits in at some of these pow-wows. Renoir said (and I won't try to transcribe his way of talking) that she is the most honest and objective in her reactions of any star he knows. He's 47, and has thinning, sandy hair. But if you're familiar with the art of Pierre Auguste Renoir, the. great French impressionist, you camera devices and after 1918 became a specialist for French studios in process shots and other special effects. success in 1930, though, and that was the first of the naturalistic pictures which have influenced most of. our modern movies. He got out of France while the getting was good, fearing he might be forced to work for the Nazis. Renoir's soldier son also escaped, to America and now is with the U. S. forces in Australia. /Finfijerprint Ohio School Kids SPRINGFIELD, O.' iUP)—First ,. . , , fingerprinting nvogram for school As a director and producer he j chndren f ohio was launchcd in /crked toward an honest realism thc s prln g fiel - cl 1)ublic ail(I parochi _ in story and filming and went ' al schools umlei : the ^ ponsorsnip of broke in the middle '20s because the AWVS ^ a t Qf lhc civilian the public wasn't ready for the defense program here, change. His "La Chienne" was a SERIAL STORY CARIBBEAN CRISIS BY EATON K. GOLDTHWAITE COPYRIGHT. 1942. NEA SERVICE. INC. COPR 19« 9Y NEA SERVICE. IMC. ANSWER: The explosion shot. The club head hits into the s:r..d back of the ball, and the ball is set in motion by the- hnpaei of uic- sand. , , NEXT: A ivc\v use for srnlf * HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD By PAUL HARRISON , knew almost no English, was the NEA Service Staff Orrespomlent direction of "Swamp Water," a HOLLYWOOD.—Tn somewhat la-htory laid and :partly filmed in bored English, a French director j Georgia, There was a good dea today told how Canadian-bprn of disparaging comment about his Dennna Durbin will appear in a picture that, wanders the world, ending in States and including over half the United an earlier sequence in which Japanese bombs boom an accompaniment to a lullaby sung by ihe star in Chinese. 1 his intermit ional melange ought to be appk> pie. or maybe peches flambeaux, lor Jean Renoir. His first job for Hollywood, when he selection 'for such a "typically American" picture. But Renoir went ahead, serene in his belief tha country people are pretty much alike everywhere. And "Swamp Water" turned out fine, full of feeling and flavor. UXl-SUAL PAIR His current association is with Producer Bruce Manning, who helped write most of the Durbin pictures. They make an odd pair MAKES MEL.ALSGH.' WOM'T TAKE" ME INS THE ARNAV—TOO OLD. 1 OWLY TOOK ME BACK IM TH' SHOP YOU SPARROWS GOT TO GO INi THE AP£VAY/ HAR-HAR--TOO HE'S JUST ATE — H\S FOLKS WAMTED HIM TO. BE A DOCTOR , HE WAMTED TO BE A FIGHTER AM' CAKAE — MOW TH' N/\ACH»MisTs IGOVERNJMEMT WAMTS HIM TO BE A NAACH\M\ST. SO HE WAWTSTOBE A SOLDIER, AM' HAS WHY HE WANTS BECOME A WU1SAMCE By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople \/ : -^ _ ... J 1 VOU SEE, 6V TOUCHING. A BUTTON MJXDt BUS OTTO €>\T DOWN/ -^ N\OW, 5UST FUN OF IT THIRD BUTTON AND TUB ROBOT WILL HkNDS ' UMCLE BUL6V THE- JACKPOT DARNED THIS CHARACTER THOUGH/ WON^T LOOK A 6UV EVE WRONGER. M-USSOLlNil FAREWELL TO ABAS CHAPTER XIII "DILL TALCOTT'S change of manner had one immediate if unforeseen effect. It scared the daylights out of Professor Constantine. Apparently Martha Swenson had said something to the Professor about Bill Talcott's being a "po- leetical" prisoner, and he had studiously remained out of the way. But as a member of the group assembled on the pier he couldn't very well avoid Talcott, and when orders crackled from the deposed boss's lips he acted as if he expected knives and blackjacks to appear in an encore of his entry to Abas Island. When the launch came alongside, the Professor was first board, stowing himself as far forward as the confines of space would allow. And there he barricaded himself with luggage, muttering and munching pills. June Paterson, unpredictable creature, also suffered an abrup transformation. Came down frontier high horse, lowered her nos and chin, inspected Bill Talcot with a new light in her wide gray- blue eyes. It made him. uncomfort able, because each time he hap pened to glance in her 'directior ' she would blush and glance hastily mvay. This was a new problem vaguely he wished she would keer on acting as a spoiled brat becaus that way he knew, or thought h did, how to handle her. • Martha Swenson's attitude ha ilence, occupying himself with a i tudy of fleeting nimbus clouds. MacDowell had nothing to say ither. Apparently angry at Bill 'alcott for refusing his advice, he vedged himself near the stern and cept solemn aloofness. There were ilenty of problems other than Tal- ott to bother him. Already, as Sebastien turned the roomy craft oward dark \vater ? Mac-Do well's cars were assuming an unbecom- ng shade of green. * * - - . { black Tomas remained on the pier to watch them go. The massive native was proudly erect, accepting his new responsibility with greatest dignity. As the churning wake widened the distance between them Bill Talcott realized suddenly that lie was not ?oing away, that in truth he had never really been there. Physi- :nlly, yes. His body had existed on Abas Island. He had followed a routine, had ' worked, produced eaten, slept and sometimes played But he had never truly been a part of Abas. He had brought his own worlc with him, his customs, traditions thoughts and inhibitions. That world he had never left behind; had worn it all the while as a suit of armor. Of Abas he had never been and could never be a part. He and his kind could come here for a hundred or a thousand years, but Abas would always belong to the men of whom huge, patient, childlike Tomas was a symbolic figure. The great brassy ball of the sun dropped into the sea. Brief twilight and then the moon, which had been high in the heavens since 3 o'clock, took on ghostly radiance. Halsey grumbled, "Don't see we can't tie up and go to a aotel. The authorities can wait until morning." Talcott couldn't resist it. "Do you think Struthers would approve? "•Damn Struthers! I know that I for one am hungry, tired and uncomfortable, we'd thought I wish to heaven to bring sand- changed, too. Because she knew i Low clouds moved swiftly in the he was in trouble of some kind her} brisk northeast trades. sympathies were aroused. There ! Under the expert hand of Se- was a new glow of warmth in her dark eyes and by accident or design he found her nearer to him; heard her low, disturbing voice directed to him more frequently. The change was startling, and he discovered it was a change he rather liked. Struthers didn't come down to see them off. Another conference with Halsey and transfer of the precious envelope had wound him up. The last time Talcott saw him he was headed for the office. Even __ f^-' Halsey had been a little nettled. Talcott had overheard him confiding to June Paterson that sometimes people took themselves entirely too seriously. To Taleott himself, Halsey had ----- : nothing to say. Plainly embarrassed he was over the way in T which his handling of the transportation problem had turned out. Once in the launch he sat by June ^~J Paterson and maintained glum bastien the sturdy launch ate up lhc miles in quiet, vibrationless performance. "What time will we get in?" Halsey asked Bill Talcott in his first direct approach since quitting the pier. "I'd say at 4 o'clock or so." "Four? Will we be able to get. hotel accommodations?" "I don't know. At worst, we can pass the few remaining hours in the launch." June Paterson had lighted a cigaret and behind its glowing Up her eyes smoldered. "You don't seem to worry much about the comfort of your guests," she murmured in another abrupt shift to flippancy. "In any event we can't land until we've had permission from the harbormaster," Talcott answered patiently. "We'll have to clear immigration. Just what luck we'l strike arousing anybody, i don't know." wichesl" A lump in the stern bestirred itself. "Food!" MacDowell groaned. "Don't nobody mention that word again!" * * * TUNE PATERSON laughed easily. «* As swift and unpredictable as the wind, her mood was off on another track. "I remember," she said softly, "when I was a very little girl. We lived in the central part of New York State, and in the fall we would always go on picnics. Uncle Jack, Lowell's father, had a big farm and there was a huge woodlot with a wonderful brook meandering through it. We used to ramble through the woods, gathering butternuts and chestnutr to roast over the lire Uncle Jack j and daddy had built on a slope of ock by the brook. "One day Lowell and I decided hat we wanted to go swimming nd the brook was much too shal- o\v. So while mother and Aunt da and my sisters and cousins vere laying out the food on blankets, and daddy and Uncle Jack md the other men were smoking heir pipes and talking about the :ounty fair and harness racing md crops, Lowell and I built a dam. There was a narrow place where the brook had worn through soft rock and wo chucked it full of stones and plugged the leaks with sod and leaves. We worked ike beavers and everybody was so busy they didn't take any notice of us. "All of a sudden we heard a lot of yells and daddy and Uncle Jack ame running. Our dam was so successful the brook had made a pond and the potato salad and sandwiches were floating around and the fire was out. And that was the end of the picnic." Halsey and Martha Swenson joined in her laughter, and even the Professor seemed to think it funny enough to venture a chuckle. But Bill Talcott was silent. Her recital had caused a wave of nostalgia to sweep over him. He remembered Lowell's farm; remembered the woods and the brook and the butternut trees. But through all this memory, stirred by an evident offer of truce on, the girl's part, lingered the shadow that she had been spying while he and MacDowell talked. (To Be Continued)

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