The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on June 12, 1944 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, June 12, 1944
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BLYTHEyiLLE/'tARKJ COURIER NEWS MONDAY, JUNE 12, 1944 fHB BLTTBEVILLE COUBIEB 10198 COURIER jowl oo. , F.' MORRIS, Kdlkn NOT Tort. Dt- fcott,. office «t , October, I, 1S17. "clkw mrtfcr »t U» port- under Mt cl Com- by tb« DnllM Pre* they're wrong. That "both ways simultaneously" base running was a regular stunt with the Dodgers in the days of Uncle Wilbert Robinson, as any veteran-Brooklyn fan will tell you. Dawn, at Last Lo, the Poor Sucker M* t*r SUBSCRIPTION RATES By evriu In the city of KyUWTU week, or B5o per month. By m»ll, within » r»dlu» of 40 mll«, HOO p«r ie»r. WOO for rii months, tl.OO tor three moethi; a null outaMe 60 mile tone 110.00 per ftu in The Beginning of the End Twenty mpnthsr after Uic end of the beginning, as'Winston'Churchill described the North'-African landing, we aie at the beginning ;bf the end. That was what D-Day was, as we all must -icalize now—only a beginning, though , ,it maiked the end of the greatest mili- ]'tary picparation and the launching of ! ^he most stupendous and difficult as| sault in the histoiy 'of mankind, t Until that day came it was hard to \see beyond it To some D-Day seemed | and end in itself, a sort of final examination before the diploma—the ex- Kaltation—of ceitam victory. To others / it was a day of bustling defenses, se- ( crct devices and other nameless terrors. ' Its very beginnings were so tremendous • as to obscure the harder fighting be- r yond the fust hurdles. '! Now that those hurdles are past ' 'we can appreciate Mrs. Roosevelt's ' comment that, D-Day was "the day • which has been hanging like a sword over oia heads, but in itself isn't very 1 important" The attack from the west is no '•longer an isolated "second front," It has become the final pressure of the mighty Allied fist that is squeezing tho throat of Hitler's Germany from three' sides. The Germans arc fighting with the fury of doomed men. They will continue to fight as the Allied grip grows tighter and tighter. We cannot underestimate the struggle any more than we can doubt that victory will • march with our forces, superbly equipped^ superbly trained, superbly commanded. We arc just, beginning ' to 'actually realize its cost. And so our prayers must be redoubled, and the efforts lhat Jgave millions of -American workers a -proud part in D-phy. must not be rc- f laxed. The men iWh'p' will win and pay v for Ihis victory, haye a right to ask vof vis that these'efforts be united, unmarred by pettiness and discontent. ' •* Whatever our domestic differences, we can try-to give .them teamwork as good as they are"giving, each other. ?We can try to match their spirit and [discipline and courage in the job that matters most. .- ••.- t , There is still 'much to be done at the beginning of life end. Corrigan Baseball In response to'fan mail, the National Scmi-Prg Baseball' Congress will introduce reverse base-running at its 'tournament in .Wichita-.this summer. The announcement states that the innovation will let the batter run to cither first or third baseband that it will be possible for vunnqrs "to go both ways simultaneously."-. The fans, ferfeip with the wartime brand of legitimate baseball, may think that a Douglas Corrigan version of the game will rouse; their jaded spirits. But . if they think lhpy;re'gcUlngr a novelty, When you consider the hard life tliat the average nightclub patron leads it seems only fair that he be spared the 30 per cent cabaret tax, as the Senate has suggested. Just think what the poor wretch goes through in almost any big-city night spot these days: First lie stands in line. Then, when he does get to the velvet rope, he has to tip a supercilious) head waiter too generously in order to get a table. And what a table—the she of a sundial, where the light, air, food and view arc all bad. The drinks arc small, and the dance floor is about (1x12 and occupied by sonic 50 other couples. He gets noisy swing and Grade-R vaudeville for entertainment. The cheek V—not more than a month's rent., if he's lucky. And'who does he put up with all this? Well, that one we never have been able to figure out. • £0 THEY SAY SIDE GLANCES "It's a war bond, Victoria, n special bonus for you—llio»e tlircc-aiul-ii-lwlf-niimilc cgg.s were jusl right!" Flnnl utUon In this terrible European war Is now focused on n single tattle In which cmy Allied force will be represented— Gen. George C. Mnrsliiill. ' • ' • » I nm cvcrlnsllnijly convinced thai the destinies o[ hundreds of millions of men iitul women who liupixm to be nationals of the smaller countries cannot he determined for them by the major powers—Sumncr Welles. • • • The mucli-hcarldcd null-Axis Invasion of tho Europc-nn continent will most certainly iiicon the advent of a decisive,turning point in the European military situation. Tt will provide Germany with a much-needed springboard for turning to n 'victorious general offensive.—Tokyo ; radio. * • • In the last analysis, belief In democracy menus belief in the average man's ability to make wise decisions.—President Everett Case of Colgate U. * * » No people htivc ever lost themselves in a cause when their standard of living has been high. Look, for example, at the difficulty we have in figuring out what we arc lighting for. —Hartley Cantril, "director Princeton U. Office of Public Opinion Research. • » • I am told that In the entire Southwest E'a- clftc operations, front the beginning until now, there have been far fewer American boys Hilled in action than, were killed In the Auslo beachhead. Nelson T. Johnson, U. S. minister to Australia. • • * Workers can rest assured action will have been taken by Congress and by the war agencies to protect them against nbrnpl cancellations by the time any substantial over-all reduction In war goods production is necessary.—Charles E. Wilson, WPB executive vice chairman. • • • The greatest anil perhaps the only perfect Bill that we can give lo the world Is the gift- of ourselves at our best, and thnt means not Just the skill .of our hands and the cunning of our brains, but our dreams, our finest resolutions and most solemn promises lo ourselves.— Cnpt. William. N. Thomas, U. S. Naval Academy chaplain. • * * We are only misleading ourselves If we im- ngluc thai at the end of a war that has scarred Europe wilh deep divisions, all the countries of the continent will lie down together like lambs. Europe Is made up of differences. Those differences will continue to exist.—Sir Snumel Hoarc. British ambassador to Spain. * • ; The great need In preparing nil countries : for the fight to win the peace is the necessity ! for sxtlng quickly against Indifference and scll- j lEhncfs which if allowed to predominate will load to other wars—Kathleen Courtney of Great Britain, vice chairman, League of Nations Nnlon. THIS CURIPUS WORLD By William Ferguson. NOT THE CrULf S7KEAM , TEMPERS THE CLIMATE OF FLORIDA/ School Cost Multiplies The number of pupils in U. S. public schools has nearly doubled in the liist 44 years, white cost of education has increased 22 limes. It cost $5.15 'to educate a pupil In 1800, now the cost averages $109. 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In Hollywood BY KHSKINK JOHNSON NBA Staff Correspondent It was probably the greatest act- in? performance In the history of motion pictures. Lou Caslello was telling us the story of the film he bad just biink-rollcd, "A WAVE. a WAG and a Marine," and he wus acting out all the roles, Including love scenes. His cigar got in the way a couple of times, and he practically wrecked a $3000 house trailer Universal gave him for a dressing room. It was too bad, though, that, the audience was so small. Only Bull Abbott, and yours truly. It was a $5.50 performance. We went out to sec Bud and Lou at M-G-M because we heard ucrc working with a flock of Ihey very beautiful girls in a harem scene In 'Lost in a Harem." We never did sec any beautiful girls. Lou trap pcd us in that house trailer, and for the first lime we saw an actor play 10 characters. : As Elysc Knox. the heroine of "A WAVE, a WAG and a Marine," Loi was terrific. Much bctlcr than Jack Benny ns "Charley's Aunt." He fluttered his eyelashes, sjiokc \vitl sucli an effeminate voice that (lie i assistant, director finally knockcc ion the door and said. "Is that you 'Miss Mnxwcll?" Marilyn Maxwcl )ur Board ing. House w iU, Major llooplc Out Our Way By J. R. Williams E6*D,OW.TE:R.''i;'.:y-"-' "V: • RLL1M& THIS UOU-: rv\y G " " \'CUK V^-.o : •:••• 5 the leading' lady in "Lost in InlTlll." -^ ' ' -• "No." replied Lou In an even liijhcr falsetto, as he shifted his iijiir. "This is Elysc." \ SAGA UNFOLDS Bii ( | Abbott' looked worried. "So vbat!" said ..Lou, "We know Jerry Oicslcr, don't we?" Costcllo wanted us to know the itory of this picture he had li- iiuiccd for his own film company, llillmore Productions. "You sec," Lou salci, "there's this ;irl. Elyse Knox, who is a great jramatic actress. She's in love with i boy In the Air Corps. The night before he leaves for overseas duty they're sitting under a full moon." Lou month, look the cigar out of his reached, and was playing the love scene with your correspondent. "So the boy noes overseas ami the girl loses her job." Lou continued, sobbins hysterically. There was another knock on the door. The assistant director was buck. "Say," he yelled, "is everybody all right in there?" FOLLOW •v PLMJE THAT I PA.R. VJHN DON'T / TUKW J - ll — I .. fe, AREFUG& ASMx-CY.. ;/.Ky HC ' •;'•*'.& S'.:-UT hiOSE, iKi \ TJOrS'f -L vom-v ,DE-;> TOPSOIL "Yes, we're all right!" Abbott shouted back. There were now tears streaming down Lou's fare. "So she takes n lob in a night club. And here's tlic big punch. She (iocs not know how lo dance or sing—sec. All she ciin tio is act. ,§o she goes out on Ihe riancc floor of Ibis dive and goes inlo a bis dramatic scene. Lon pot down on his knees and snid, "My baby—my baby . . ." IT A TEAK. .IKKKKIt 'Well." enthused Lou. "the audience poos wild. They've never •en anything "to> lhi« before. The house trailer shook as Lou .lumped up and down, applauding and whittling. Then he started lo snb apalu. "Then comes a telegram from the War Department. The boy Is miss- Inp In action! The girl collapses!" Lou fell in a heap on the floor. Tl-cre was a v.iji- on the table. We handed It to Lou. "Your Oscnr," we said. T)INKY HARRISON was one of those who \vss sure lie was not going to die. You'd watch him, afler chow, at night, lying on Ihe ranrl, propped on one elbow, his hair matching the name of the desert sunset, and listen to the life ho poured into that tinny harmonica and think, "Good God, how can anyone be that young!" There was youth in his eyes and his freckles and in the songs he played . . . nnd Ihe others who sat around listening marveled, remembering lhat they had been that way, too, when they first came out here. He was so eager, confident: "Wait till 1 set eyes on my first. German! rromiscd to scncl a scalp back to Martha!" Pinky was always talking about his Martha, jusl as though he were going to see her tonight, tomorrow, next day. Grinning, his eyes dancing. Playing his songs to her, reading her letters over and over. Martha was going to have a baby, any day now. "Can you beat that! A baby—me, twenty-two' years old and a family man already!" He loved the idea. He' bored everybody to death with il. Not quite "bored." More realistically, it disturbed them a little. Pinky had only been here three weeks. Most of Ihe others had been hero three months. They had learned lo he afraid, and that's what made them old . . '. nnd Pinky was not afraid ami still young, and that's why they worried about him. Couldn't he think, couldn't he realize how slim the chances were? No, sometimes they doubted that Pinky thought. al all. He just talked and grinned and played lhal damn harmonica. You'd have thought. Pinky had gone to a picnic. .*' The Gift Shop ftlnrlrni nnd Ai)lii|uc OITU COSMETIC* UABY OIVTS GREETING CARDS NOVELTIES A Gift Fur F.Trryhnrty 1 US I.i til IllilK. t'hniic 22M MOSS BRYAN r |'HE night of the fourth, il was •*• riifTercnt. Lord knows how long the second barrage continued. J5ul he still wasn't atraid—only eager. At ten-two, when Hie answering fire began', he dropped into a foxhole . . . only because Steve Brannigan grabbed his arm and pulled him there. "We weren't supposed to come this far, Pinky. Not yet." "Hell, the object is to get there, isn't it?" Then suddenly there was no more conversation between them They dug into the sand, laid flat. and this time Pinky's heart bcai fast. Ho felt the sand in his mouth. And nearby a fountain of it spoulcd skyward, and sonc o. it fell on him, sharp, gritty, Jik , a fountain of ground glass. Hi ! could feel it on his neck, arms i The earth rocked under him. The ' noise tore at his eardrums. Tlv flashes hurt his eyes. Even whei he closed his eyes, the flashes stil hurl. And for Iho first time Pinkj knew what war was. But h wasn't frightened. * t « r PIIE sudden silence \\-;u Minos •*• as terrifying as the barrag Afterwards Pinky remembered (hat he had reaehed.lhe top. There had been Ihe close, sharp, multiple report ol a machine jjun. Then the foxhole again, I lie close near feel of the slind . . . nd been. And now the night cemcd black, too black. Jlut in moment Ihe work must begin. "Pinky .. ." Steve's voice shook lightly. "Yeah?" "You all right?" "How the hell do I know?" He ried lo laugh as he said it. "Pinky . . . am I lying on your 'ool?" "I don't know ... I dsn'l think so." "Well, then . . . there's somebody else in here wilh us." 'Dead?" 'Not yet. Pinky . . ." 'Shut up . . . I'm counting. Sixty more seconds and we move on.' "Oh, Christ, Pinky, I can't." "Shut up." There was a silence. Pinky wasn't really counting. He didn't have lo count to know when a minule was up. He was moving his fingers on the cold steel of his gun. He felt numb, doubted it he could ever move again. "Gut your ride ready? Bayonet n?" lie asked finally. "I can'!, Pinky . . - don't you icar him? Lean close. He's whis- jcring something. Water—I guess ic wants water. No time for thai." He must be hard about this, ho must be. "I'm not n oil) S- M ;1 >'bc I could ;lo something for him," Steve said. "You yellow coward." "Not that. Suppose it was you, or me—" They heard a low whistle from Eomcwhero. "I'm goiu'." Pinky crouched, ready to move up over the embankment. "So long, yellow." Afterwards he remembered lhat he had reached the top. There had been the close, sharp, multiple report of a machine gun. Then the foxhole again, tho close near feel of the sand . . , and his head lying in warm wetness. (To Bo Continued)

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