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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

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BLYTHEVILLE (ARK,) .COURIER NEWS SATURDAY, MAY 30, 1942. THE BLrraiBVIIiLBXX)URIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H. W; HAINES, Publisher SAMUEL F. NOREIS, Editor I. R. WHFTKHEAD, Advertising Sato National Advertising Representatives: Wtlfcce WUner Co., New York, Chicago, Dt- tntt, Afcante, Memphis. *" WHtehcd Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the poet- ottee at Bfytheville, Arkansas, under act ol Congress, October 9, 1917. _ Served by the United Press. L ~- SUBSCRIPTION RATER By carrier in the City of Blytheville, I5c per week, or 65c per month. By maU, within a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 per year, fl.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 payatele in advance. Keep the Faith This is Memorial Day. For the seventy-fifth successive year we have set aside the 30th of May in memorial to those Americans who offered their lives, in one war after another, to establish and maintain in this world a sanctuary for democracy. Up to the bombing of Pearl Harbor, more than seven million men had fought in American uniforms, first in order to form a more perfect union and later to secure the blessings of liberty to themselves and their posterity. Almost another million went-through hell m the Confederate butternut, lighting for what seemed to them the essence of true democracy. They lost, but out of their sacrifices the integrity, the sincerity and the vigor of our federal union were strengthened. Now another two to three millions are in uniform. Three times as many more may yet be called from their homes and sent onto the world's battlefields, once more to preserve the blessings of liberty for us who stay at home. * * * All that we have today, and all that we are as Americans, we owe to the gallant millions who, from 1775 through 1918, held liberty to be dearer than life or creature comforts. But for them we should not have acquired our many blessings, tangible and intangible. Our industrial, commercial, and material supremacy, which have made even our poor seem prosperous by other nations' standards, did not spring- full, blown from the magic soil of America. .,^-True, that soil was rich and gener- But so is Russia's. abundance which we achieved a product of democracy, of away fpf life which gave to every man privileges and opportunities and incentives which long have been the world's envy. *• * * • We say this not to boast, but rather to emphasize that our democracy, the cornerstone of everything we hold dear, was bought with. blood, guarded with blood, and preserved with blood down through the generations. .» Again we are required to offer supreme sacrifices to assure that those peoples who could not create their own working democracy shall not, by force of arms, deprive us of ours. To the millions of soldier heroes of past wars whose graves we decorate today, and to those other millions who still survive to march to the cemeteries where their comrades lie, let us offer vocally a pledge that they should not and do not really need: We,, too, are ready to keep the faith of our fathers, whatever the cost. OUT OUR WAY More Than a Gesture • A declaration of war by Mexico against Germany is no mere gesture. Although her army now numbers only around 75,00'0 men, whose training appears to the observer inferior to that of our pre-war national guard outlits and whose equipment is scanty, the southerly neighbor can be extremely helpful. The zone of belligerency against Hitler would be made unbroken from the North Pole to and through the vital Panama Canal, including the islands of the Caribbean. Thus "there would remain no haven for axis spies, saboteurs and propagandists; increased control could be exercised over spots physically suitable for secret axis flying fields. bargain Hunting Rationing chiefs, from Leon Henderson down, are doing their best to emphasize an important difference between price ceilings, which we have, and price fixing, which we do not. Under the ceilings system, housewives still can shop for bargains. The price range on any particular commodity is less than it used to be because the markup margin has been cut. Nevertheless, the more efficient operators still can improve their competitive position by underselling. And merchants still can offer loss leaders to entice custom. • SO THEY SAY Women have shown dint they can do or learn to do almost any kind of work, and we may require a. more general use of them in war work. —Paul V. McNutfc, War Manpower Commission chairman. * * * Fundamentally, the world has no need for a now order, but only an honest application of the historical Christian ideal.—Prime Minister Jan C. Smcts of South Africa. * * * We should accept' our successes in a spirit of sober thanksgiving, and meet our reverses will) a grim determination to light all the harder—Secretary of State Cordell Hull. *• »• »• The memory of the invasion, the battle on the soil of our fatherland, are branded upon us —our generation will be marked by its scar for life.—Pieter S. Gerbrandy, prime minister of Netherlands government in exile. *• * * • When a man comes into my place he don't have to hear about baseball or whether it's raining. My barbers got strict orders to shut up. —Leonard Galletta, opening a silent barber shop in New York. V - * . * The war and its implications are not a question of whether Baptist principles will survive, but the mighty and menacing question is whether religion of any sort will survive—The Rev. William A. Elliott, president of the Northern Baptist Convention. * * * Abnormal profits are as repugnant to the mannfacturers as strikes for excessive wage.s are to patriotic workmen.—W. B. Weisenlnirger, executive vice president of National Association of Manufacturers. * * * This war won't end until Hitler. Mussolini and the Mikado are either executed or in jail. —Mayor Fiorello H. LaGuardia. * * * This also is a war of microscopes, drafting rooms and test tubes—Dr. C. S. Marsh, vice president of American Council on Education, urging draft deferment for science students. It would be cruelly ironic to honor the memory of those who have fallen in battle by needlessly wasting manpower and material needed for the victory that will preserve the freedom for which they died-Col. JJohn Stilwell, president of the National Safety Council. SIDE GLANCES COPS. 194? BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. ftEC. U. S. PAT. OFF. Memorial Day, 1942 'Maybe slacks arc all the rage, 1ml H ccrluinly docsivl look lo me as if Ihey save much material!" THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson pears "The WATER THAT OVER THE AMERICAN COPR. 1942 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. EARTH IS .STRUCK BV ON AN AVERAGE OF THIS SOLDIER. AT THH POSITION T. M. REC. U. S. PAT. OFF. during 'a few seconds in Hard Way." . And Lieut. Jimmy Stewart takes part in a two-reel Air Corps recruiting film. ...Metro is considering a mystery melodrama for Greta Garbo's next. Or she may share top honors with Spencer Tracy and Judy Garland in "Dragon Seed."... Theres talk: of having all the murdered people in Orson Welles' "Journey bows at Into Fear" rise and take the end of the picture. Most studios rushed to register titles bearing on the new women's auxiliary army, and scripters are the Philip Barry play, "Without Love," in which Katharine Hepburn has been starring. Studio wants to reunite her with Spencer Tracy. • * * RATION REPORTS Tire shortage and gasoline rationing have boomed theater business in • big towns and war industry centers, but movie houses are. dying in the depopulated smaller towns to w'nich fans used to bu:;y... .There'll be film biography on Marie Dressier... .Metro probably will pay about $200,000 for I drive—Studios must reduce company truck and car mileage 63 per cent. Means fewer location trips; also no more limousines hauling stars and executive around. Don renewed and he is about to begin his seventh year at 20th-Pox. Once he flunked a Metro screen test and the director told him; "Mr. Ameche, I've never advised anyone about his future, but I'm going to break my rule. You should stick to radio You have a funny neck, you're simply not the handsome movie type, and you'll ruin yourself on the screen. Go on back to New York." NAVY GETS WALTER EVANSTON.—Rut Walter, Northwestern freshman track and basketball coach, will report to Annapolis following his appointment as a lieutenant in the Naval Re- Ameche's option has been serve. SERIAL STORY CARIBBEAN CRISIS BY EATON K. GOLDTHWAITE COPYRIGHT. 1942. NEA SERVICE. INC. ANSWER: Parade rest. NEXT: Should the flag come down at.sunset? « HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD BY PAUL KAURIS ON tion with NEA Service Staff Correspondent j menb HOLLYWOOD — Behind t h c screen: After release of the com- ploti'd "Bambi." no more Walt the Treasury Dcpart- encourage war Disnev features will reach the Victor Mature'? draft number is up, and he'll be in uniform soon. screen until at least a year after ...Anne Shirley and John Payne the war's end. The pressure 061 may reconcile... .Nigel Bruce and war work forced the shelving of j Violet Shelton have celebrated "Bongo." "Feier Pan" and "Alice! their 25th wedaing anniversay.... In Wonderland." Production of i Sessue Hayak;uv:\. prominent, here shorts will continue, but 75 per cent of DIMieys output already is devot- in silent days, is reported to be top man in Japan's propaganda ed to Army and Navy training} picture output, films. j * * * All \]w service pictures are be-i REDUCED ROLES ing made at. cost. Non-profit, loo, j Stars are accepting smaller is "The Victor March." a chil-i roles these clavs. A shadow sil- dren's book issued in coliabora- Ihouetle of Humphrey Bogart ap- WHAT'S TH' MATTER WITH A THEY GOT HIDE OP SCALES, BUT GOSH, *\ THEY'RE GOOD EAT1N'.' x SO \S A WOLF, IP YOU DOM'T MIND SKINNING "•"HEM .' GET THAT ANIMAL OUT OF HERE/ I'D .JUST AS -SOON! EAT A PIECE OF OCTOPUS AS THAT NIGHTMARE' fHlRtY -YEARS TOO SOON By J. II Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople UNCLE BULGY, X GOT AN IDEA* FROM, TUB 5HO\MER TVlkT BIG OTTO MHJ THE ROBOT k£> f\ -PRESSURE <2ALE<=>~ MAM FOR \\!AR STAMPS A 6R1SH"t PROFI PLAN FOR THE RICH" MlSMT 6UPPOSE VOU TRM IT OM \ THE TP\DPOLH^> .^Nr AROUMDT14E: ANSBODV WOULD N^T 80V, \N£'D L£T OTTO THE ENElvrY STRIKES i CHAPTER XV nALCOTT accepted the print and as he scanned it his bewilderment grew. The print \vas a copy of a creased and rather smudgy original. It was the head-and- shoulders likeness o£ a man in uniform, a Uhlan officer of the first World War. His head was closely shaved or bald. Under a bulging forehead his eyes held the fixed, glassy stare of: unquestioned authority. His chin was short and square, his lips thin and 1 cruel. He didn't look like Slruthers; he didn't look like anybody Talcott could remember ever having seen. "That's a photograph of Baron Gcrhardt von Stampf," the slow, musical voice said. "A brilliant and unscrupulous agent. He speaks five languages as fluently and effortlessly as if each was his mother tongue. He was operating in Brazil until the recent shakeup there. We hove reason to believe that he may be in the Islands." "It certainly isn't Struthers," Talcott said. "I don't like to think what a Nazi agent could do if firmly "Absolutely." "And- Halsey?" "Halsey took me to Federal established nearby, on him thoroughly. We'll check And now," the cloudiness left his gray eyes as he turned lo MacDowoll, "you claim to be employed by the Standard Detective Agency, that your name is Patrick MacDowell nnrl you are a resident of New York. You have your license?" MacDowell was taken completely aback. He didn't recall having made, any claims to this disconcerting individual; didn't remember that he had even opened his mouth. He fumbled through pock- nml produced a card witta photo attached, a motor vehicle permit and a few letters. "These look all right. Chemical's offices. Right straight in to th' president's private secretary." the secretary instructed you to arrest,Talcott if the auditor requested it?" "That's th' idea." "You didn't talk to anyone else at Federal Chemical?" "No." * * . * 'pHE man at the desk .frowned. "Talcoit notified the Company he was leaving; your call came from the auditor, not the company. A man whom you had just met in the auditor's office took you to the secretary. Have you any evidence'that Halsey is actually an. employe of Federal Chemical?" MacDowell gasped. "Huh? What more would-you expect? He took me right in!" "Anybody can go right in if they've got clearance," the gray- eyed man smiled faintly. He turned to Talcott. "Did you know Halsey before?" "Only through letters." "Which could have been sent without the knowledge of the President. This may be a conspiracy to defraud the Company, or—" He paused, searched through his drawer again, found a blue sheet. He said, "You operate a distillation plant for the production of nitric acid. How much oil does it consume?" "About a barrel a day." "How much stock do you ordinarily carry?" months' supply." Idea why Struthers xvould shiT>pe3 immediately?' lifted his eyebrows. I want to know where you met and Slruthers and what you had as to their authenticity." This man! How the dsvil did he know about Halsey \vlii}n his name hadn't been sue.ntioned? "Why, T met Halsey in Struthers' office. It was Stru'hens catted the boss and asked for me, I worked with him before." "Struthers was known to you?" hundred barrels! Not unless h9 was afraid priorities would shut off his supply." 'She man at the desk shut him- behind his eyes. One, two, three minutes passed, in which his ftngers drummed restlessly. Then, sighing, he said, "We'll watch it. fjnd I suggest that you watch yourself. There can be only two possible answers to the auditor's conduct. I'm rather hoping, for the sake of ^11 of us, that he's trying to take the Company for a ride. Good luck, Bill." * * * ^ «T|OWD that guy know about me?" MacDowell demanded when they again faced Emancipation Park. "What did he ask all them questions for? How'd he know about Halsey? Nobody said nothing to him about Halsey, not unless you got to him while I was asleep. And who is he anyway?" Talcott grinned. "I'm beginning to understand w h y Struthers picked you for this job." "Huh? And what's how much, oil you use got to do with all this, I'd like la know!" "If I knew all the answers I wouldn't be going back with you." MacDowell lapsed to muttering. It sure was mysterious. Walk up an alley and climb a flight of stairs and there, in a little room 609 miles from home, was a guy who knew all about you. Who knew all about Halsey before his name was even mentioned. A guy who asked dumb questions about how many barrels of oil it took to run a still. A guy who talked about international intrigue; as if anybody would want to get control of a stinking, desolate hunk of rock like Abas Island. Suddenly a look of positive brilliance burst from MacDowell's face. "Hey! That guy!" he gasped. "That guy is a—" But Talcott was yards away, striding toward the waterfront. Briskly heading for a crowd gathered on the quay, a group o£ natives and tourists and shopkeepers and sailors. The crowd was growing in volume. People were running to it across the small Park; running men brushed past MacDowell. Down there a woman screamed; the crowd bulged and parted momentarily and MacDowell saw a uniformed officer pushing them back from the launch that belonged to Federal Chemical Company's Plant Number Six. Another uniformed officer was in the launch, bending down. Well, maybe the cops could tell him something. Maybe they could tell him about the guy in the room that knew so much. He had to run to keep up to Talcott. When they reached the crowd he saw that the people in it were scared. They were staring at the -launch and the bent-down officer, jostling each other in their effort to see. Beneath its tan, Talcott's face was white as milk. "What's wrong here?" he demanded so sharply that the officer looked up. "This your boat?" the officer demanded. "I'm in charge of it." "Then you're the one we want. Walter, take the gentleman over to the Fort." The officer stood up, and MacDowell, crowding close, saw Sebastien. Stretched out in the bottom, he was, his bandaged arm covering his face. Beneath the blade of his left shoulder was a glistening dark slain from which a knife-handle protruded. (To Be Continued)

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