The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on July 11, 1939 · Page 4
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WkGE FOUB 'TUB BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS Tfflt OOORO« NBWS OO. • H. W. HADJES, Publliher vJ, GRAHAM SUDBURY, Editor 'SAMUEL *; NORRI% Advertising Manager -• Bole NatkMMl AdnrU*ln« RepraenUtivM: trfcuuas D»Uie», inc., New York, Chicago, Detroit,' Bt, Louis, Dallu, Kansas city,' Memphji. • Published Ever; Afternoon Except Sunday, Entered as second class matter »t Uie post- •fllce »t Blytheville, Arkansas, under let of Congress, • October 8, • 1817, Served by the United Press . SUBSCRIPTION RATES ' 1 By carrier In the City of Blylhertllo. Ita per *eek. or 65c per month. By mall, within's radius of 60 rallej, $3,00 (*r year, $1.50 for six months, 76c for three months; by mall' In postal zones two to tlx Inclusive. tSSO per year; in zones seven and eight, (10.00 per year, payable In advance. War G.ro.ws More Savage With 'Progress' War is savagery at best. It is idlo to hope thai it can ever be played like a ga.me of football, with penalties for infractions of the rules. It always was,' ami always will be a reversion to the brute. True, there have been chivalrous gestures in war, and many of today's feelings about war date back to dim recollections of stories of past (lays when sometimes men showed decent instincts even in the heat of battle. Even when the World Wai- broke out, there were still some canons of what a soldier could do and still be true to the traditions of the "profession of arms." For instance, it seems hard to believe-today, but when more tban 160,. 000 troops locked in the death struggle , that swept for three days across the little- Pennsylvania village of Gettysburg, only one civilian was killed. That was Jenny Wade, a housewife struck by a stray bullet while at her house' hold tasks. Yon have only to measure that aginst the Spanish or Chinese wars to realize what a terrible change has come to warfare in the 70 years since Gettysburg. The bombing and starving of civilian populations, men, women, . and children is now accepted as a commonplace of all warfare, and every .country which has. war plans at all . (which means every major country^' has plans which include these ^measures. ' Further, the steady rattle of ride- fire in Spain, long after the war is over, as .the proscribed Loyalists fall beneath the avenging rifles of Franco, shows what may bo expected now that the redoubled horror of class hatreds has been added to 1 the olden -horrors of war itself. It would almost certainly have , been the same had the Loyalists won, only with a different roll of victims. Yet, as Herbert Hoover pointed out, "human courage rises far above any terror yet invented." The fact that any romantic aspects war may have had arc outmoded, does not make the world's leaders less ready to resort to it. Surely one can hope that some will listen to the proposals of the former President that food ships be allowed to run blockades, and that bombing be confined to military objectives. They are not the proposals of an idle dreamer, but of a man who has had as great experience with this phase of war as . any man living. Perhaps such making of rules for I he grim game of war ia not practicable today, when all the old rules have, been abolished. Perhaps we are back to the clays of Genghis Khan. If so well-intended a humanitarianism as Hoover's meets nothing hut sneers and shrugs, we will have all the'more reason to fear that it is so. BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.)' COUIUEIt NEWS /'owe— and Fame Since July seems to he something of an anniversary month, why not give a thought to another great benefactor of humanity—Edward C. Herncr of Fond du Liu-,. \Vis. Hcrncr, who died . recently, claimed to be llio father of the ice cream sundae. He often told the story of how a customer walked into his ice cream parlor one hot July day, 30 years ago. He ordered an ice c"ream, and "Put .some of that on it," he smd, waving at a bottle of chocolate soda flavoring Bonier had. Now Berncr was an expcrimentivc sotd, and he did it. Ho might have cried, "No, no, a thousand times no! This has never been done!" Rut he didn't, lie tried if, and liked it, and recommended it, and sold it, and introduced a new delight to the world. A modest achievement? Perhaps, but which would you rather have invented, the ice cream sundae or the thermite incendiary bomb? : < PriMUG Fionas Also Fly One reads .so much about military aviation and bombing planes thcs.-e days that it seems as though all air progress were military. That is far from true. Quietly v ,aml with little public attention, private (lying for sport and business is making tremendous strides in this country. A single company, for instance, reports that it has built 712 planes in the first six months of JOiffl, almost equal to its entire production "lor 1D38. Those planes are a type of no possible military use. They 'arc built and sold for sport, travel, and business use. ,. T,hut i.s im impj-cssivc number of : pri- viitc planes to'go into use during six months from a single plant.' Many of the • early automobile companies were in business for a long time before they achieved production at that rale. H means that America is'talcing to the air, not only for military purposes of defense, but in the normal courses of peaceful pursuits such as the Wright brothers envisioned when they first; lifted 'their crude ship into the air at Kilty Hawk. SO THEY SAY We cannot /make people work and we do nol want (o make them work.-Coloncl Somervcll, New York Wl><\ administrator. : ' * * * Oil, yes, the moo is the cow language and I understand H,-Henry William jclTers, iiwenlo,-' of the "rotolRclor" cow-mllklng exhibit nl Ihc NCR- York World's nilr. * ' * » I don't believe there is any chance of war. and I am very optimistic about business In tlie United Slates In the near future.—sir William Wiseman, Knlm-Loclj partner n\\<( former hciwl (if the Biitish secret service In the united Stales. ' [SIDE GLANCES TUESDAY, JULY 11, 1939 .$" by Cajbraith M * SERIAL STORY Off. ImBIHUStttKC. INC. T. M. Rto. II. S.Mr. Or; _"What's your best Jong-lerm investment for a dime?' THIS CURIOUS WORLD • '•' CR/ME COSTS THE U.S. ' .- /ABOUT • * /S, 000,000,000 ANSWLR: A horse's approximate age can be lold by its leetlr the age of a tree is indicated by ils growlh rings, seen in ;, cro<s Ecchon; a salmon shows annunl growth rings on ils scales. - '' NEXT: How stars vary. Ten Years Ago Today .filly II, tm Mr, niul Mrs. ('. A. tjiislcy of l-'lttle Rock «re visiting Mr. and Mrs. II. i\. Smith for several days. They formerly lived here. Sam A. Phillips, who was recent- jly injured by a full, h;is been re-' J moved from the Blyllieville hos pltal (o his home with his daughter, Mrs. W. M. McKcnzlc, where he is slowly improving. Mr, and Mrs, John Rigys of Uttie Rod;, nrc visiting Mr. and Mis A. Conn-ay for several days. Mrs. Jim Webb and daughter Mrs, Lucy McAdiuns, accompanied 'by Jane McAdams 'motored to Earlc, Ark., tcriny for n brief slny with Dr. and Mrs. Will riorum and family, who formerly lived here. Joe Fclscnthal has returned from n''weeks visit to New Orleans. Eu, ( route home, his car caught lire, jand one hand and arm WHS badly '; binned in extinguishing the name OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE -wiili Major Iloople- WHO PUT ME ON THIS JOB OF TENPINS THE' TELEPHONE IN THE 5HIPPIM& OFFICE HERE ? WHY,MR--MR.-- WELL, THE FOREMAN WHO IS IN CHARGE-OF TH SHOP BASEBALL TEA.M' OH, HE Y IS EE WHERE DIP-DIP "ITiW KID G&TS HE? M-M-M-J TO WORK EVEN HE DiD,' / I? HE IS K STAR PITCHER. ON TW TEMv\--TH'BULl_ AND TH OTHER BOSS THINKS TOO MUCH OF TH' BOV ID LET HIM WORK- I'LL NEVER. GET PEOPLE; TOO MANY COOKS SFUTT-TT/ M.VUI.'ALWU. LET'S wor DISTURB S'OUR ZOOLOGICAL GEUiUS fOR THE S^UE OP THE ARTS WHAT A WO'-V LD BESM IP HE THOUuMT VOUklS WITvl QUEST TOWS TOR AMlMAlS' MY VlOUU TOR THE SHOWBOW, BUT 1 Ci,KJ OU68LE A LOT B5TT6R T)-(AU 1 C&MPLAY.' BESIDES, I. CUT A HOLE IM so KEEP MY WHITE MOUSE S IS ASTOUWD iw6, you .uianr BE ?M CCOP IHiUG AlViM TO THE SUCXVSCAT BY TOTHEIR SEATS, AS AX) USHER ' PAR IS LOVE BY EDWIN.RUTT '' ul "l ", " Tl "" "•» f,niii ,. 11. If.t i '"""I; 1 '* '<>*<! Burlratn. '<* nil" her (o five him lie r "j-f." "' f llc »••>>;«, li<!-oii«Iit (o lie will. CHAPTER X IT was 11 o'clock and long since •' the shadows had fallen over ll><? house of Canning. Mr. Royal- Ion Augustus Herring was whispering into a delicate ear. "Darling," he breathed, "do you think all is quiet .within?" "Weil," said Barbara, "the twins, Mother, and Billy ought to be fast asleep. Father, when last seen, was in the museum. But I wouldn't be surprised it he retired at any minute." , ) Roy got up. "Then, light of my life, 'f must leave lliee. The hour has struck, I could do with a last kiss." He got it without a struggle. Suddenly her arms went around him. "Oh, Ro'y!" "Oh, darling!" "I'm betting on you." The chest of Itoyalton Augustus Hen-ing expanded. "Il's in the bag. Never fell so confident in my life. Wonderful what a couple of kisses' 1 will do." "Yes." "There's lime lor a couple more." "No, there isn't. Well, good luck. Do you want me to do anything?" -• \ i "Outside of leaving (hat window open, your only function is'lo go to bed and dream about me." "That'll be a cinch. Good night, darling!" ' She slid away, leaving Mr. Herring walking along the downy edge of a cloud. He lit a cigaret. Gosh, it was hard to have to engage in serious business after an evening like this. And yet, it was imperative. He waited a few minutes in orrior "to gel all the way back to earth. Then he crept through a certain window into liie house and passed upstairs like t> ghost. * * * MR. WILFRID PEYTON was "*• steeping the sleep of the just. He. groaned as Roy switched on the light and shook him by the arm. 1 Gaw," he murmured, rolling over. "I won't gaw," said Roy. "Wake up! Something's happened." "Arf," Wilfrid said, awaking. "Wh-wliat—what's happened?" "Listen," s'aiti Hoy. "Not a sound. But. I thought I'd better warn you. It isn't safe for you to sleep here, Wilfrid." Wilfrid sat up. "Not safe? What ore .vott talking about?" "I lieard in a roundabout way," said Roy evenly, *lliat your brother Ronald is-planning tome act of personal violence on you tonight. Murder or Ebmcthlng." "Murder or something. .What (he devil do you mean?" "He's desperate," Roy. said. "Evidently this match has preyed on his mind. He's walking up and down the lawn now, muttering to himself." "Good Godl" ejaculated Wilfrid. "I've thought it all out," Roy said swiftly.; "There's only one place. That's down In the museum," Wilfrid considered. "You think that's the best plan?" • "I'm sure of .if. Can't tell whal'Il happen when a fellow goes off his nut. 'But he'd never look for you in tht museum. I've made all (he preparations. Got a blanket and a pillow downstairs. Wilfrid a f 6se. "Well, it you think it's best, Herring, it's okay by me. That dirty louse is capable of anything." 'Exactly. You can't be too careful. Hark! .What's that?" * . * 4 A HEAVY tread sounded in the hall. "That's him," exclaimed WiJfrid n a hoarse \vhisper. "Hand me that golf club, quick!" "Steady! That's only Mr. Canning going to his room. When ic's out of the way, we'll sneak down." A few minutes later, with Roy's electric torch lighting the way, they stood in the abode of the skeletons. Above them the Gobi dinosaur leered out of sightless lollows where once had been eyes. Wilfrid shivered. "Nasly-looking brule, that!" 'Yes. He was s bad actor. I mdersland he was carnivorous. Jsed to chew flesh back in the good old prehistoric days." "Hey," said Wilfrid. "Lay off!! How (lie devil do you think I'm !oing to sleep?" Roy laughed. "Oh, he doesn^ :are for steak any more. You'll be okay. Take that corner by the window! The blanket and stuff are outside. I'll hand them in." "Here, what the devil's this for?" demanded Wilfrid, as Roy was pushing, things through the window. "Why would I want a Minjo tonight?" "Thought you might play it it you got lonely," said Roy. "Ugli," said Wilfrid. Roy withdrew from the window and re-entered the house. Proceeding quietly, he gained Billy's room. .Tiptoeing ;in r ,he aroused the youngster. ' s ' .' : "Got it?" he asked, in a low voice. " "Sure. In the closet." NKA lERVICt.'lNc. ••^•IMM^H "William," said Roy, "make your mind easy. Everyihlng'11 ba okay." He went to the closet, removed a suspicious-looking bundle gingerly and crept away with it down the hall. * • TV/TR. RONALD PEYTON lay in x his bed, both hands at his sides. He had been told to go to sleep and forget golf matches and he had done just that. Beneath (lie covers his bosom heaved like a miniature, but restive, ocean. On a chair beside the bed an alarm clock, set for 5:30, blended its licking with Ronald's stertorous breathing in a kind of weird syncopation. It is a, dead certainly that Mr. Peyton would have slept unlit the alarm spoke in the gray dawn, had he not received what his subconscious brain diagnosed as a poke in the ribs. The poke was not hard enough, however, to faze a sleeper of Ronald's caliber. II was repeated, therefore, with more force. Ronald sat up, befuddled with slumber. As he did so he was dimly aware of a crushing, mashing sound at his side, then the soft closing of a' door. He started, and something small and furious struck him between the eyes, something that whirred, stung and seemed to hang on, and a sharp pain stabbed him into complete wakefulncss. But before he could move there was another whirr. The pain leaped from his forehead to his chin, then flew to his right thumb. Ronald . gave tongue. "Hey," he roared. "Ow! Ouch! My God, what is it?" He stumbled out of bed and crashed against the chair. The alarm clock rolled off onto (lie floor with a tinny bang. And tlien something bit Ronald in the neck. In a panic Ronald switched on the lights. There on the bed lay a hornets' nest crushed into a shapeless mass. Between Ronald and the nest the dispossessed householders were swiii-ming in hordes. And, unjustly, their wrath seemed to be centered upon one, Ronald Peyton. Already his head felt twice its normal size and his fingers and wrists were aching, Flailing furiously wilh both hands, Ronald stared at the bed for a split fraction of a second. Then, with sudden decision, he went elsewhere. Wrenching open ' the door, he slammed it after him with a terrific bang and rushed out into the hall. ',' At the same moment. Mr. J, Pemberton Canning forsook his own bedchamber. (To Be Continued) ' THE FAMILY DOCTOR a * MBMr ** BMMH ^ HW *^ B ^^^ BI *^ MMM ' v ^ > ^^*^BV^MM«MM*n^MMBM^^^ Walch Out for Jimson Weed; Il's Poisonous and •Dangerous •BY W!. niOHKIS FISIIBEIN Editor, .lourii.-il of : the American Medical Association,-and or H.Vfjci.1, l!i c -Health .Magazine. Tlic Jimsoa weed' is prevalent, in (his country In many places. II is n!so called thorn viced, stink weed, devil's weed and Jamestown weed. The name Jimson weed is probably a contraction of the name James- to\vti weed. Scientilically the plant is called datura stramonium. It- is a •member of n B rmtp of .plants called the nightshade fnmtly. Bella- riouna is known iis deadly nightshade. • When the Jimson weed grows, it lias white (lowers ' which give way to egg-shaped seed ca|Kulcs about the si'/.e oi a walnut. When the seed capsule breaks open, it is Miud Your Manners found to contain dark brown seeds. All parts of this plnnt are poisonous, but the .seeds .are especially poisonous since they-con-; tain three dangerous alkaloids' known as alropine, scopolaminc and hyoscine. Atropinc. will dilate the pupil of the eye and paralyze 1 the respiration. Scopolamine causes causes complete foreetfulncss and' produces unconsciousness as does also hyoscine. R.cccntiy physicians in' Tcniicssce reported two cases of poisoning in boys who drank lea made out of Jimson weed berries. Some one' bad told one of the boys-that a tea made out of these seeds was a sure cure tor aslhiiia- and his mother had prepared the tea-for him. Ipimediatcly after drinking the tea be began to feel drunk. He ' developed extreme thirst and ncrrnus- Trs.1 your knowledge of correct racial usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoriUtive answers below: I. Siiould those following a golf match keep at a distance? '2. Should the player receiving In a tennis game chnse the server's first ball when il Is "long" or \vait for the second serve? 3. Should a woman fed free to wear high-heeled shoes if she is not playing golf, but is walking around the course with a player? 4. Should women competing with men at either golf or'tennis expect special considerations from them? 5. If you lose nt. any sport should you make excuses for yourself—if you really were handicapped .in' sonio way? What would you do if— In a tennis game your ball rolls into the next court where a ball is in p!ay. 'Would you— (a) Dash in after your ball? (b) Watt imtil the piny is over <md lot a player on the other court .tors you the ball? Answers 1. Yes. 2. Walt.. 3. No. •I. No. 5. No. Best. "What Would You Do" solution—tb). ness which became progressively worse. Eventually he lost consciousness and became' delirious. Alter two days, .however, the symptoms disappeared and he recovered. By this lima everybody ought to know -that not everything that grows is good for mnn to cat. There are many a plant and many a seed which develop enough poison to destroy life if taken into the body. Idaho Lava Rocks Like Veritable Jewel Caskets HOMEDALE, Ida. (UP)—Idaho's lava rocks are veritable jewel casket. 1 ;, filled'with rare agates, opals, sea-green quarto' crystals and colorful semi-precious stones, E. E. Walden, president of the Idaho Gem club, points out. The'club, marie up of 25 members, goes exploring in dead cra- tprs and pokes in hidden crevices of iava rock searching for the gems. Their latest find was sege- nlte agates, moss-like rock formations with tiny scams of red brown, black and white 'running through them. Rend Courier News want, arts. HOLD EVERYTHING - By Clyde Lewis "Thai wife of mine is (he iuost careless cook in Ihe world ,.,-^look, shr. baked u,hacksaw in my birlhday cake!'!.

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