The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on June 13, 1944 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Tuesday, June 13, 1944
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PAGE'FOUR BLYTHEVILLE,' (ARK.)" COURIER NEWS TUESDAY, JUNE 13, 1944 TTHEVILLKOOUBIEB K1S8 2KB OOORnBTNZWI OO. a W. HAINMS, PublliiMr BAliOEL P. MORRIS, Wltor JAMB A. OATENB. AdrertHJM . Doto NkUoul AdT«rilMD| Wdlac* Winner Oov Mtw York, OblMfq, Dfr- tntt, AtlMU. MtmphU. _ fiery altenso® Except Entered u Mcond elus matter tt the port- ofllee *t BtytbevUle, Arkaniu, under act oi Ooi- October I, 1811. - Serred by tta Onlt*d - SUBSCRIPTION HATEB By cutler In th« city of Blyttevllle, M« p«r vcek. or 8Sc per month. . •By mall, within a radius of 40 mile*, M.OO per jear,"42.00 for six month:, 11.00 for trm« moithi; ^ mill oulalde 60 mile tone 110.00 per rear payable In advance. : i Home-Front Heroes '• There has been much talk of wartime strikes and strikers, of swollen war profits and inferior materials, of Ipafing and labor; hoarding and general inefficiency. They're deplorable and should be talked about and acted upon, ^ of^course. But let's talk today about ', the, industries that pitched in and have i kept-on pitching, and about the work} era who stayed on the job.'Without the • jpb they have done, there would be no 1 beachheads in France today. 1 ^iThe great problem of invasion was ] su'pply.' The requisition, procurement 1 affd transportation of this materiel was i a ! miracle of long-range military plan! nmg that staggers civilian imagination. I Iirthc space of two years the invasion | of western Europe grew from a rough ; plan to a mighty arsenal of assault, ! complete fiom battleships and bombers ; tb'buttons and shoelaces. And during i all,that time we were fighting in the ' Eacific and Africa and Italy, maintain; nig 'strong bases throughout the world, , awTsupplyiiig our allies. > tr.The invasion required 700,000 dif\ ferent items, and many of these items had-to be supplied in numbers totaling millions, Ten tons of equipment were needed to get:; each man across the channel into France. And he needs GO pounds of supplies a clay, now that he is there. .With"fpw.exceptions this equipment antKtif<rship,s that carried it were nro- duc4d by''Ameiican industry. No pro>• duction job in history .can compare with it. And the quality of production was as 'imyn'cs-Mve; as % thejnagmUide. To do all 4 this taxed'the;bestvskills;of invention,-' oignnizntion and manufacturing efficiency, that the country could mus- ter^lijikewise'tax'ed the strength and • spirit-o£ the country's workers. In the , main, both challenges were met splendidly. -The exceptions were few. And though some of them were shameful, - Others were the fault of neither man' agefnent nor labor. !0nc figure probably tells the story manufacture. Of course, there was prac- tion Board stales that arms production efficiency has increased 600 per cent •• since our industry converted lo war \, as _well as anything. The War Produc- tically no efficiency lo begin with. But the fact that in two years we have reached and outstripped the Nazis' deCade of guns-nol-butler production can be a source of pride to all American workers and managements. ,'It must be said again that this is no,lime lo rest on the oars. Our fighting soldiers and sailors will need more and more of this supply. Supply and tianspoitation, good military minds suggest, may be the deciding factor. We've all got lo keep oh pitching. Thro'the Perilous Fight. .' Tlic most thrilling of many thrilling D-Day sights, said an Army photo re- connais.saiicc pilot, was an American flag flying over a French town soon after the first landings. It is good to be.thrilled by the sight of the flag. Too often, in too many years, we are not. Flag Day passes unnoticed. This year it should not. It doesn't take a vivid imagination to feel the thrill of the sight of the American flag has already brought to many European hearts in this year of 1944, and will bring to many more as town after town, French, Italian and others, arc liberated. American men, circling the globe, are fighting round their flag as they have through every war in our history. It (|uickens their pulses, as it always lias. Hut now, and in the future, it will quicken the pulse of others to whom it is strange but welcome. As it replaces llio swastika or the rising sun, it will herald to millions the return of their own flag, and freedom. SIDE GLANCES by Galbralth The Fuse Is Lit/and He Can't Let.Go Reproduction In tlilo column ol editorials Irom other newjpnpere doet nol oeccfMrlljr mean endorsement but U an acknowlediment o( In- leicjl In th» nbjtoti dlKtusti. American Ideals Upheld Beginning with TVA, Federal uollllcinns have Tor more than n decade been seeking to socialize Die cleclrlc ivjwcr itulustry. They have spent hundreds of nillllon.'. o[ dollars of tax money lo build hydro-electric plants anil trans mission lines largely to duplicate servjccs rendered by private companies and force such companies out of business. They have financed local communities to use power from government projects. They have left no stone 'unturned to establish Inx-cxcmni government, monopolies not subject to local asd state regulation and taxation. That the people nt last sec danger in government monopolies was shown^in Madison, Wisconsin. In April, when by a vole of 12,940 to 6,055, they turned thumbs down on a proposal (or D city to buy the local gas and electric company. Their action - was particularly significant in view of the fact thai Madison is the "capital" and birthplace of Ihc "progressive" • movement. Madison lias been continuously n "progressive" stronghold, and on general principles the last city In America.; In which opponents ol public ownership mlghtvbe expected to be victorious. Sensational publicity was used to line up union labor for the socialistic program. But the people said no. Workmen nil over the United Slates at last see where state socialism leads, namely, lo the death of private enterprise, which means the death of free lalior, for when government controls labor U controls Its freedom ot action. The vole In Madison was against government monopoly—officialism supreme. —THE RAILROAD JOURNAL. "I enjoyed your home-made pit and coffee, Mrs. Jones, but I still can't guarantee to gel your laundry back in ••,.. .. ;. . two weeks!" ....._.......—.<*.-...— •THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson SO THEY SAY \Vc will help rc : cducate Nazi Germany only by bulWIng up a reasonable world In which it Car 0 have.,9. reasonable part—Dr. Alexander Meikcljohiiyof the American Association of Adult Education, What Hillcr nnd his criminal clique have dreaded most lias happened. Germany is forced lo cnrry on Die war on two fronts. — Soviet Ain- bassudor Andrei A. Oromyko. • • • Properly lo represent the people one must represent them on the highest level to which they can rise instead ol descending lo the lowest level which the happenings or nic moment may record.— President Nicholas Murray Butler of Columbia U. • V » . Put the Germans on some ground and let him slay there )ong enough and 11 takes a 1)11 of doing to get lilm off— it takes a bit of doing. —Gen. Sir Bernard L. Montgomery. WWW Above and beyond the expedients of military and political arrangements for policing a ells- orderly world, we must place our ultimate reliance upon our capacity to leach men the truth and their willingness to seek truth wlicvcr the search may lead.— Chief Justice Harlan P. Stone. IS ONLY A MAM-MADE srAA/PARD USUALIYAN AVERAGE OVER 'ARBITRARY SEVERAL HUNDRED INDIVIDUALS A\AY HATCH OUT FROM OAte Be carcfnl with fire. , Ittlt. SEA Service, Inc. A Novel By KETTI-FRiNGS In Hollywood Dy KKSKINK JOHNSON NKA Stuff Correspondent Everybody talk.s about the \vcath- r hut nobody docs anything about .—except Jack Ijnnnau and sim- arly gifted gents. Lannan lias been manufacturing vcather to order (or the movies or the last 13 years—snowstorms. iniudcr, nice tidal waves, ain, lightning, hail, sleet, ind all on cue. In fact, Jack once did r-imcthiug Mama Nature has never been able o do. He got a snowstorm mixed ip with some green grass, yellow rcscs and summer breezes, it was Til a horrible mistake. Jack's lace was red for days. fog— lioor. For.a mhnile I ttiought maybe he had • gone crazy. Then I checked. It seems we a snow scene on Ihe tvvq weeks . previously, used corn flakes for had filmer same stage We had snow and someone had forgotten to sweep of the calwalks above the set. They were flakes. Well, Ihc wind machines these corn flakes started flying all over Hitchcock's nice garden." covered with corn 'when we turned on MAKES KATN iVIISS ACTORS At the moment Jack Lannan — wns working director Alfred Hitchcock on the picture. 'SUFlcion'. Gary Granl and Joon Fontaine were going to piny a love scene in a garden. Hitch ordered summer breezes. I set up my wind machines on the set. turned them on as Gary and Joan went into a clinch. And what do you think happened? It started lo snow; "Hitch didn't sny a word. HP walked off the set. went Into his dressing room and slammed the I'lnky Jfnrrlsoii \vn« one of tliom: ilio ivnN Httrc lie M'tirt nol Kolor; *o illr. lit" \VHN K<» yomiK null thcrr tiim llnrllin null clu- Tmliy Unit wmilil 1)1. burn IIHJ- iSnr lion- :iiul, liMfilfK, lie Imilu'l liri'H mil II,rr,- loui; 1'umiKll I" Ivurii lu l,f :ifrm»l. Mm to|> or Hie fo\hole I-T.-II aflrr he Imd Ijceu >vjirncil nut to .... t- * * II T was the heat thai woke him, • the red-hoi arms of Ihe sun reaching finally into the foxhole. Another soldier, a stranger, sat opposite him. But no Steve. Maybe Steve had gone lo get "help. •Ho asked the soldier. The soldier nodded. "I hope he'll hurry. We'll cook if we stay here loo long . . . you luiow that, don't you?" Again the soldier nodded. '"What'sa matler ... get you bad?" Then Pinky saw the man's legs, saw how silly his question had been. "Don't talk it you don't want to. I'm sorry." He studied the man a moment . . . not a man, really; a boy, too, like him. Yet Ihe suffering in his face, and more the odd way he looked at Pinky; there was something strange about him. Shock, maybe, Pinky figured. Pinky sighed. "I'm burning up, aren't you?" The soldier handed him a water canteen. Pinky drank and dabbed some of the water on his forehead. Then he lay quiet for a long while, thinking, Ihink- ing . . . for, as he said, suddenly, "You know . . . it's funny when they're rushing you around, it's all right . . . it's lying and wailing like Ihis gets you to thinking. Look, how prclty it is up there . . . all those pretty little clouds . . ." His voice died away, but the words went on inside him "And here we arc down here beatin 1 the hell out ot each olher.' He remembered the murder o the night. He lived it througl again. - The sun began to bring more than heat 1 now. It brought 1 smells. The smell of oil burning somewhere and of steel smoldering. And of bodies and blood. . "What's the answer?" Pinky! long moment. "Yenh, ]ust like wondered. "Hey, you . . ." he anybody's house anywhere ... and spoke aloud now to the olhcr sol- you could walk right up to the (tier. "You ever thought of thai? I door and ring the bell and say, "Corporal Harrison . . ." Tlic corpsman stood before Pinky no\v. "You two may as well iloT ; ''e In get along . .. you're faking a journey together." he's listed on thr RKO studio payroll as a special effects man—is nanufactuiiiig rain and fog for . I'm not chicken . . . I'm not afraid j 'God, I want to talk to you.' A guy Boarding House with Major Hoople Out Our Way HOW O'VOU VWV.1 I \\JAS HIO1KV3 OUT WeRE.TvMIGGS? VOpMOST 6E HM-P Vl;>UrJp.'-~ 15 IWCLE BLJLSV STILL 6PtmeRW& BECAUSE D VOU HAD CCME FOONiD COWIC PAGE DOT HERB THIS ACCRUING; COME ON IS5 AMD FACE THE HAIRBRUSH, THE MfvSOR. (S AS MAD AS By J. R. Williams / 1 CAW'T SEE WHY THEY \ / COM'T TR,\IM -IHE-SE GUYS 1 I TO KM1T ER SEW ER CO J \ SOMETHIW* FER THEIR \ ) COUMTRV, STIO O' JUST,) \THERE.' J~ t ifefO? c THE. OLD FOOT . AMD HORSE FEUt? Si^wPlSail (he new Gary Grant picture "None But the Lonely Heart.' 1 The action lakes plnce in London. Jack has the set fixed up will) such an intricate system of overhead sprinklers that Grant can be standing In a downpour nnd not even Ret wet. "Just a trick." lie said, "lo keep the stars from getting pneumonia. We turn on the rain between the camera and Grant, it looks like he's standing in the rain but he isn't, DEMANDS IJKAI. ItAINSl'OUTS He was also proud of several rainspouti on the set.. The water was gushing out of them very | realistically, "llnvcirt you ever loliccd a r.iiusimul in a film ;ccne?" Jack asked. "Up until now .hcse blankrly blank set builders never built a real one. I'd sre a rain scene on the screen and hide my face in shame. They were just wcddon dummies. Water never came out of them. On this picture I made 'cm put in rcai rainsirouts. And then I put a tank of water at the top ol each one. When I turn on my rain I turn on my •ntnspouts. too.'' I^annan Kot an order to" hailstones the si?f of hen's eggs for the picture "All That Money Can liny." For a while he didn't know just what to do. "We had always used mothballs," he said. "I tlvnieht of ping pong balls but I couldn't figure out a way to eliminate the banner. Then I thought of tlic-se round alter dinner mints. That did it. I \vcul lo a candy company and ordered 5000 pounds of after dinner minis the size of hen's ocgs. It was a beautiful hailstorm." lo kill . . . but don't you ever wonder, looking at those clouds up there, what's God think about all this . . . what's He doing aU this lime? That's wiiat I keep asking myself! Back home, right now . . . Sunday . . . church lime, I guess. My Martha in there praying: 'Please, God, don't let my Pinky get killed . . . please, God, let us win.' Know what I mean? No sense to it. 'Cause on the oilier side they're praying the same tiling. Know what I mean?" Hc'ri seen the look in the othci men's eyes . . . they thought he was a goof. Pinky, they thought , . . the dope witii Ihe harmonica . . . thinks it's all a great big lovely game. They were wrong He'd thought about it; he knew what it was. But it had seemed best to pretend thai it was a grca big lovely game. Only now . . now ho couldn't pretend any more The hot sun and the dvdlnes . throughout his body . . . and th : blood on his fingers when he pu : his hand up to his head. "What's He thinking about u there?" It kept running throng his mind. "Why docs He let it g on like this? Why don't He do something?" Suddenly he sat up. "I wish I could speak to Him . . . close, I ou could talk to ... easy and ice. .hist say, 'Sit down, God, t's talk about this.'" Then he laid back again, said uiclly, "I guess you think I'm razy, don't you?" * * *= ~VNE loses track of time. It •J seemed hours before a figure inally moved toward them, sprang ,own inlo the foxhole. "I thought I heard you two ivcr here." ' Pinky forced his eyes open 'About lime you came." It was odd the coipsman's uniform jnsfead of the usual khaki color seemed all while. Or maybe In wasn't seeing very well. Sure lying here in the sun like this. T'he corpsman reached insid' Pinky's shirt for his dog tag. "Corp. Thomas Harrison, No G3-478," Pinky murmured aloui "Where's your stretcher?" "We'll get one if you need it." "That guy needs one. Leg gone." The corpsman nodded. "He'll bo all right—" and turned to the other. "Your name, please?" Still the soldier didn't answer- drawing back against the embnnk- imcnt, lenso, silent. You won't gel much out of lim," P'liky said. "Shock, prob- • has about 500 domestic establishment for the manufacture of medicines. ink's eyes. "My God, watch out or him!" Pinky shouted. Undisturbed, the corpsman con- nucd quietly to the soldier, lean- ig closer lo him: "May I have our name, please?" "You fool! He may have a j ooby trap on him!" r .Ti\e German gazed steadily at lie corpsman: "Kion Schumacker," ie said quietly. "Holy cow, and me lying here vith him all (his lime!" Pinky mul- ered,'angrily. "Damn right he'll be a prisoner. My prisoner, sec, mine. You put it down . . . Pinky larrison's. Sly mult, silling there pretending he couldn't talk." "Corporal Harrison . , ." The corpsman slood before Pinky now. 'You two may as well decide to get along . . . you're taking a journey together." "I'm not going any place witli that guy. Call the captain." It was as though Pinky hadn't snoken. The corpsman climbed up out of the foxhole. "Follow me," ho said, and moved off. The two soldiers looked at each oilier. "Maybe I'm going craiy," Pinky thought. "Or he is." Pinky lapped his head, said aloud, " 'Follow me,' he says." Again the voice came to them. "Hurry up." " 'Hurry up, 1 lie says." Only Ihe German didn't seem disturbed. "Shall we try?" he asked. •ibly." You cnn speak to me, soldier," the covpsman urged very gently. The young man did have a voice after all; he spoke pleadingly to the corpsman: "Please, sir ... kill me, please . . . but don't take me pvisonerl" mean ... not just praying. I'd tell Him a tiling or two. I'd tell Him!" He wasn't aware of it, but he was shrieking. He knew something must be wrong, though, because Ihc olher soldier reached out, put his hand on his arm, firmly, as though trying to quiet him. "What's the mailer? Don't you think I could? I'd tell Him. I'd walk right up lo His front porch and—" He laid back against the sand, laughing. "That's funny — front porch. Bui maybe il is like that - . Home-like and nice. Know what sand from his sleeve. I mean?" lie thought about it a| A hated emblem blazed before 'What the Pinky sat up (iiiickly. "' hell's he talking about?" The corpsman regarded the other soldier calmly: "Nobody's taking you prisoner." "No?" And now the soldier moved, brushing the dust and Slowly the German moved and slood up. Standing on legs that L a moment before had been ... ^ Pinky wondered. Could it be that— The German was reaching a hand lo him. "You go first," Pinky said. Pinky crawled up out of the foxhole, keeping a safe distance behind the German. A machine gun spat at them, kicking up the sand around them. A few feet away, the corpsman was waiting. (To Be Continued)

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