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,-r^- *»*••* * '< I PAGE FOIIE BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLB COURIER NEWS rak COURIER NEWS po. H. W. HAIMB, Publisher SAMDtt F. MORRIS, Editor Wm. R, JUUIEHJCAD, Advertising Manager Sole NattoBftl Advertising Bepreaentattves: Wallace Wttaer Co., Jtew York, Chicago, Detroit, Atintt, M»phis. , Published r £very Afternoon .Except Sunday Entered'as second class matter at the post-, «BCtoe mt - Biythevllle, Arkansas, under act oi Ooogrees, -October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier In the City of Blythevllle, 15c per week, or 6Sc per month. By mail, within a radius of So miles, $3.00 per .year, |L50 for six months, 75c for three .jnonths; by mail in postal acnes two to six Inclusive, |650 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year payable in advance. Pressure Victims The standing of _ Congress with the public' seems to sink lower almost day by day. From an attitude-of tolerance we have shifted to one of disrespect and, of late, contempt. Individual members of both houses 'stand^ out'above the general low level. We know-, from personal acquaintance, that congressmen represent a fair cross section of the American body politic. Yet as a nation we tend to" have light regard for Congress as a body. That is-one reason why we re-elect members whose conduct has offended us grievously. Except now and then, :voters take the attitude it doesn't matter whom we elect. We have seen so many apparently good men degenerate in Congress' craven attitude that, when election time rolls around, we follow the easy course, and let the rascals stay in. There are many reasons for the sad decline in the repute of our Congress. Most immediate of the superficial ex. cuses, is its long subserviency to the presidency. * .* * But Congress would not have become a rubber stamp for the White House if its members as a group had not already ceased to be statesmen and transformed themselves 'into $10,000-a-year messenger boys. , For years now congressmen have 'walked the slackwire among pressure .groups. Beginning with a presumably sincere desire to further the interests of unfortunate or oppressed groups, congressional blocs have drifted inevitably into becoming servants of the alleged "leaders" of special interests. But' too often these "leaders" are phonies, self-seeking or misguided or both. So the bloc congressmen—which includes most of them—have been misled into .working for special interest benefits, antagonistic to the general welfare, which often the special interests do not really seek or want. Illustrations? Plenty. * * * Much labor legislation. Workers are willing to sacrifice to' the limit to win this war, but timid Congress has heeded misrepresentative "labor leaders" and given workers unasked "protection" at the expense of the war output. Farmers are willing to sacrifice. But a rabbity Congress listens to so-called "farm spokesmen" and refuses to treat farmers as loyal, give-until-it-hurts- 1 ike-hell Americans. Industry is ready to sacrifice, and taxpayers, tradesmen and consumers. But Congress lingers scandalously far behind this nation's war fervor. The success of democracy rests on a workable legislature. We might al- OUT OUR WAY mosi as well lose this war as lose Congress. , We can save Congress if its members will.awaken to the fact that by playing the pressure group game they are injuring themselves as much as their country. .TUESDAY, JUNE. 2, ,1942. Soldiers? Hell! The Canadian director oi' aircraft production, Ralph Bell, did a good job of debunking the fallacy that war production workers are soldiers in the front line. The slogan that "the front, line runs through the factory" is true, !o - tin- extent that the soldiers' ability to fight depends upon t|ie civilians' ability and willingness to produce weapons. But as for relative sacrifice: "Soldiers of production in the front line of defense—like hell," says Bell; "52 to 85 cents an hour with tiino and a half and double. 1 time adds up to a lot more than So9 u month and bullets." Naval Achievement One job among others, that the Navy has done superlatively is the guarding of our troop convoys. Unless the record is broken now. and assuming that censorship would' not dare withhold such news, we have moved thousands of soldiers and marines to the farthest corners of the globe without the loss of. a single troopship. Axis submarines and planes did their best, by published accounts, to got some of the boys who went to Northern Ireland. It is- ; certain that similar attacks were made on most convoys. That they went through unscathed is an outstanding naval achievement. View* o QttteM, Publication in this column of editorials from other newspapers does not necessarily mean endorsement but is an acknowledgment of interest in the subjects discussed. Two Objections When you he:;:- or read of the'"interest" expressed by high officials in new schemes to supply more gasoline for eastern civilian use, you will keep your perspective better if you remember two things: First, that the steel required for -the Texas- to-New Jersey pipeline, which would be the most efficient relief agency, is enough to build 120 ships with which to transport and service troops. Second, that the more gasoline we have, the less rubber there will be soon thereafter—and we can't pipe rubber to the east irom Texas, or vice versa. —Pine' Bluff Commercial. SO THEY SAY Troops will do anything for officers they have confidence in because they believe then- risks are being shared.—Maj. Gen. Hanson Ely, War College instructor. * v * The right to call Congress names is as sacrod to Americans as the molher-in-huv joke, but in times oC crisis that right may be so exercised as to threaten Congress as an institution.—Secretary of the Interior Harold L. Ickes. * * * It is not complimentary to our local communities that big-shot gamblers and corrupr mayors can be caught only by the FBI.—Wilbur La Roe of National Committee on Social Education. * * * What difference is there between a person in a bathing suit on a beach and on a street 150 feet away?-Robort Moses. New York park commissioner opposing ordinance prohibiting appearance in a bathing suit on a street. SIDE GLANCES SfKu&t. V, _COPR._1_M_2_By»CA SERVICE. INC. T. M. T.EG. U. 5 PAT. OFF. 6-2. Terror I "I got your nole about my son being in a fic| fi«ht- hc lick Ihe other Hid?" THIS CURIOUS WORLI By WiNiam . Ferguson COPR. 1942 8Y fiEA SERVICE. If-'C. T. M. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF ONCE WERE BELIEVED BY A\ANY PERSONS TO BE AND TO CARRY si *• ^SJiSjl"- :• ^'^SlSvl^X?^^ ^.- ggjg^'"'^-H-'££^ Hollywood's war movies is that ; entered the war )' ' ' g&z% f **^=- •tCA. ."Urvlce. U* COD ?Zg£^& OTTAWA* CAPITAL. OF OANJAPA, IS I ABOUT THE SIZE OF READ.?: /VO don't make the enemy sufficiently fierce and fiendish. As an extreme example, Miss Bas- 6 quette cited "Foreign Correspond- dr])arrment •lillJSI A FORECAST ^Peakinsr of war themes, ent," which she says was widely praised by the pro-German faction of one South American coun- trv. Wyler, the four scenarists, or to Jan Struther, who wrote the novel. *x,- ''?,r d ° n>tl know wh ether Teresa" rnis Wright and Richard Ney with a g Miniver" moving j prediction on a ° mc.s: , that prediction rashly covers a Reason .for this odd slant was I ccl 'P'e of hundred features yet un- that the positions of the hero and j iilmsd heavy were reversed according to I From its unassuming title to the the standards of the customers, ! closing scenes of villagers sinking' who didn't understand any too ' in a bombed church, it is a testa- ' well what the picture was about, i went of courage and humanity In their opinion, though, Joel ,MC- ! and simple faith that is more grip- Crea seemed a bouncing blunder- ! ping in its cumulative effect than er while Herbert Marshall won i all the war thrillers of hell their admiration by being so suave. I high bravery put together and ANSWER: Salt Lake City. Approximately 150,000. Do Buffaloes have humped backs? cultured and serenely devoted to Hitlenan ideology. (This pic- I don't know whetner most of the credit should- go to Producer , — - i ] "-"^. V.»V,V.IIL .3ftv.,u;i.L yu CD JrlQClUCcr ture was filmed a year before we j Sidney Franklin. Director William this one for all of them. ^•^MB For INSURANCE of all Kinds See G. G. Caudil] Agency Glencoe Hotel Bld£. p BIythevflle, Ark. in in BY EATON K. GOLDTHWAITE :AN CRISIS COPYRIGHT. 1942. NEA SERVICE. INC. *• HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD KV PAUL HARRISON Service St:iff Correspondent HOLLYWOOD—Lina Who W;u; Zii'uli'ki r -' amrecl Their leaving her hotel and was escorted to the headquarters of the secret I Gestapo. i »°^»'- of l ho into the presence glowering Nazi chief was itical intrigue—or at least .she v;as suspmiv] by JSfard agents of working counter to the axis? SI 10 wasn't, know as an Amori,-;in- boni actress, but- as the \vii> of British Henry Mullison. who prisoner in Germany (and used to work for Cecil DeMille!" The interview broke up into a discussion of Hollywood and an admission by the head Nazi that he always had admired DeMillc a | and his pictures, which were very ncpulr hus ,een reported dead, On, -I ^S^ Mie was virtually kidnaped while | The actress - chiet C1 C1 , tidsm of OO--FER: A HEAVY HITTER RIGHT MOW/ OO--FER A HOME RUM/ OH, HOW I'M WI SHIM'PER A GOOD SWAT R'.GHT WOW/ By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople NO <=>T IT'S OAKCIMG YOU Wkr^T, ' DO OUR. B&ST TO . ', WORCESTER: CTUST PRESS THAT BOTTOM OrA BIS OTTO'S CHEST A^D ME I LL YOU WO\M TO DO A. L ' ^"- * ^ 'Xrf 111 ••— \ ~^ k* ^—\ STEPS/ ^ GOT POCKET, BUT X BUY TUB GOT AROUND MATER IT TO N\E TO PAS lyjacDOWELL was in the act of putting away a quick one in the cocktail lounge when Talcott found him. "Halsey?" MacDowell grunted. "Sure I seen him. He's in his cabin. Got one all to himself. I went by there just a minute ago and knocked and he yelled at me to go away. He's got himself locked in." "What?" "Sure. Maybe he's scared. Maybe he don't like the idea of gettin' a shiv in his back. Come to think about it, neither do I!" Talcott ordered a brandy and seltzer and thought about Halsey's strange actions, and at the same time listened patiently to MacDowell's effusive complaints about the size of their stateroom. The combination didn't help his nerves. He was about to pull away when he saw Martha Swenson. Coming in from the corridor entrance, she was, and she acted lost. She stood hesitant and would have turned away except that she saw him, and the confused look passed from her face. They met half-way and Talcott held a chair for her. "You'll sit down and have a drink with me, won't you?" he asked. "I must confess," she smiled sadly, "that I have not much money in my budget for dreenks." YESTERDAY there had been ^loneliness. Today —Martha Swenson, a charming dark-eyed, soft-voiced woman plying him with questions about the wonderful land of America. Walrus-mustached Patrick MacDowell, grunting over his liquor and trying to look intelligent. June Paterson, as unpredictable and omnipotent as a forest fire—and Bill Talcott was supposed to be her chaperon! ihcse were compensations if you could but forget the rest of it. Came iho jar of movement and Martha Swenson jumped up. There was ?o much to see; a last glimpse of the town, the French Village, the ships; she went off by herself with a promise of cocktails before dinner. "You're cer'nly a fast worker," MacDowell hiccoughed. Already he was becoming green about the ears. Well. 3-ou could make the most of what, you had. Not every man on the boat was chaperon to one beautiful Z ]Y \ am i escort to another. The stock of William Talcott was on the rise: that of Patrick MacDowell on the descent To the depths. MacDowell clung to his bunk like an overworked dishrag. One hand embraced his head, the other his stomach, and conveniently near was a paper- lined bucket. Talcott ignored him as best he could. Dexterously he whipped a tie to his neck, noted with approval the perfect fit of his dinner jacket and at the door most unkindly said, "I'll be back to report every half hour or so. I'll have the steward send you some pig's knuckles and kraut—" He shut in MacDowell's groans - '"• *-.»c>\_.i_/\j vv s_ii o g,.LV/oli;> "My dear young lady! Forget; and blithely stopped along. Life your budget. You'll very" quickly i u~as wonderful; no matter what learn that in America it's the man ! t]l ° pn?t or the future, the present 'was a ship. He had four moon- j filled nights rmd five sun-splashed who pays." ,, , , •• „T -r- ,, , ..->^M jii.^in.-> rim.i uvt: Mjii-siJiasn "An' pays," MacDowell grunted day,. He hnd his health and as he flopped down. "Whcrc'.s your pal, the blond tornado?" pocketful of money. And he had, or so ho thought, two lovely girls. 'Miss Paterson is unpacking. True, the blond was incredibly She has so many nice thccngs, so | spoiled. She demanded the center much clothes—" She sighed. "I of attention and was as erratic had them once too. I will have as a straw in the wind. Which them again. In New York my uncle has made arrangements fe- me to get a job. Not a very becg Job, but a beginning." should have made her utterly impossible, but somehow it didn't. So much for the blond. The brunet was considerably **y — — - — ^—u-.....,.^. , . _...„- ^...s^u YV H»> WWi Ui>.4x.L C1 VJI V The drinks arrived and Martha [different because—well, she was Swenson lilted hers thoughtfully, more mature. Quieter. She didn't "I would like to make a toast," bur - st in on you like a hurricane; she said. "Let us drcenk to tlic future." '*To the future!" "Amen," Talcott sighed. That was something to drink to, all right Strange how you could go along for so many years with nothing much happening to you ( and then bang! everything hap- j pened at once, you just made the startling discovery lhat she was there. She had great w«rm dark eyes and an altogether disturbing voice and she had a trick of making even the most trivial things seem personal and exciting. So much for Martha Swenson. Bill Talcott sighed. After six years of no feminine company at all, two at the same time was almost too much. * * * JJE stood in the doorway of the lounge, looking for the brunet; he didn't see her but'he saw the blond and his heart slowly turned over and kicked him in the throat. "You're her chaperon," he reminded himself savagely. "You have a date with the other one*—" As if that mattered. "I saw that Norwegian nightingale making eyes at you," June Paterson announced. "So T decided it was time I asserted myself. Do you like me in this dress? I put it on just for you." Green. Silk. He remembered the first time. "You are perfect," he said. "You've improved considerably yourself. I remember you now. You're the Bill Talcott I used to know. Captain of water polo, right end on the Big Ked Team, and the best dancer on the campus. For awhile T thought I'd lost you." There was banter in her voice: the flippancy of polite society fencing with buttoned foils. But . (her e?es belied all that; her eyes 'and the trembling of her mouth. The spoiled brat of memory was gone; a lovely, exquisite woman had blossomed in her place. Outwardly he was calm. Unperturbed, a man of the world. Stink and sweat and nitrate dust? Surely not this man. Member of clubs, aristocrat; perfectly groomed, perfectly mannered, alert. Suavely continental as he held her chair, signaling a steward with his eyes. And where xvas the brunet? June Paterson could best answer that. They shared the same cabin. If there be plot behind this, it was more pleasant than the intrigue of Abas Island. It really didn't matter— Talcott lifted his glass. "To your perfection," he said. "T thank heaven for Lowell Byrd and Cornell and memory." She did not smile. Her eyes were wide, glistening, and radiance touched her cheeks. "I too thank heaven," she responded softly. And then it was broken. A ^steward was coming toward them, circumventing tables. "Mr. Talcott?" he asked. "I have a wireless message for you. sir." Talcott accepted the envelope, begged leave of June Paterson and ripped it open. There were three words only in the message but they brought him rudely back. "No answer," he said to the waiting steward, and M:en sighing-, stared moodily at his unfinished drink. (To Be Continued)

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