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fAGBFOUE (KRKJ COURIER " tJBB1LYTHEVILLB COURIER X|£B ••,-•• . ra> OOOJUXB raw* co. B.,W. R4INBB, PdbUAv „<, ^ . KUCUXL V, MORRIS, Bdltor - QaTXNB, AdYtrtlUo* UM»t« ' Bob (MtkHuU AdHftldnc Repruuit*Uni: W.UIM. Wltmci Oo, HI* Tort, CUCM*. D»•Wt, 'AtluU, UemptiK. , Pubbttwd Aftenooo EoVtred «i icoonil elMi m»tt*r at tba port•BM it Blythertile, Arkanju, under «t a/ Qo«- * ---- Qctober I, 1B17. 9*r»ed bj iM.Ctuwd Pnm 8OB6CRIPTION RATB By culler IB the city of BlyUiertll*. K» fH Met,- ui itto peCtuuuui. (O in»u within • r»dlu< oJ « mile*, ROO per >wr. 1200 for lU month*, 11.00 for three matth*; mtU outsld* 50 mile noe 110.00 per rw In »dvaD«. A Fighting^Fourth It is plea&anl to reminisce about the 'gopd old clays when our only Fourth of July worries concnncd the danger of fingers scorched by fire-crackers, ant eating the, picnic poialo salad, and the odds against getting somewhere and back 'without being hit by a holiday atitoist" £«<lC would be pleasant, that is, if we cbuld-appreciale the absence of popping fireworks at home without chingmg tyHen 'we think of the reason why we aYe' being spared the nerve-wracking s>QUnds,'of previous Independence Days. ^Gtijipowder has gone to war, and the l^d£. v \yho once were admonished by doting 1 ^ parents to be careful of those "cannon.' crackers" are now handling bombs- 1 and shells each containing enough explosive for a dozen old-time' fireworks displays. Hands that once trembled with anticipation as theiy lighted'the fuses of sky-idckets in the family /jack yard are now atthe contiols of fighter planes and arjh-ahcraft guns which are blasting down the icbot bombs with which Hitler's engineers have utilized the age- old rpcket piinciple. Young minds which once thrilled to the crackling of fire-crackers ,'are now being shocked and dulled by the unremitting thunder of cannon, (he scream of dropping bombs and the clatter of machine guns. i Mothers whose only fears.were for the minor dangeis which beset their youngsters pn .Independence -Day are now dreading every visit of a telegraph messenger,, ]e"sl he bring news of death, disappeaiance or maiming of a soldier or >sail6r son , We'remember the days when press associations Svorkod > overtime on the Fourth of July, tabulating the nationwide automobile, drowning and fireworks accidents. Now a single dispatch from" Normandy, Italy or the Pacific may tell of casualties far more terrible than .any July <1 toll. . . • If used to be that July 5 was the day on which newspaper editorial writers deplored the toll of fireworks accidents, and parents swore that there would be no moic roman candles to set fire to the neighboi's roof. But.woujdp't it be'a wonderful thing if we"cotild"frtakc an even trade—then for now? Some Thoughts for Wartime Voters For the first time in 80 years the second time in this country's history, Americans aie going to elect a president while fighting a war. The November election is bound to have its precarious momentb. As always there will be harsh and bitter words—perhaps moie than usual under the stress of circumstances But there can be no danger, even of a transitory sort, unless a widespread attack of extreme parti- sanship .should' breach; our national unity enough to affect prosecution of the war. . Such n result is unlikely. And the possibility can be avoided if each candidate and voter-.will 2'esolve, before the going gets too hot, to conduct his politicking with good sense, and an intelligent perspective- A good, workable set of non-partisan rules might he culled, oddly enough, from the highly partisan keynote speech of Governor Warren of California before the Republican National Convention. Scattered through the address were some bite of adyice to his party that the governor would probably be glad to share with the entire country. Many voters and candidates have probably been thinking along the same lines already. But Governor Warren was among the first to voice these ideas publicly, and it docs not seem too early in the game to set them down for study and reflection by voters of all parties: "This war cannot be fought and won, as Republicans.or .Democrats. This is an all-American war. There is a place for every American in it. There is no place of honor for any American who is not in it. "In or out of office, Republicans and Democrats share i the responsibility of winning the war . • . The generals who command our armies, the admirals who command our fleets are no more. Republican or Democratic than the armies and fleets which they command . . . They know how to run the war and we will see to it that they have the opportunity to run it without political interference- . ; "There is room for honest difference's among us. There is no room for • disunity. We can be of differing minds. But we must be of one heart . . . There is no place among us for malcontents. We are in no mood for torch-light jiiblication. Whether we win as « party is less .important to us that whether we win as u people." Finland's Fatal Choice .: Finland, caught between two millstones, has ended her months, of indecision with a 'fatal choice. The cabinet; by-passing \tlie. Parliament and .the people, has decided to ride out the losing war with 'Germuny. Nazi Foreign Minister Ribbentrop has promised "military and economic help," which obviously means that Finland will get what her hard-pressed, I'uthlcss ally can spare, as an alternative to complete occupation. , | Finland's other way out was to ask peace >yilh Russia and let the Red army in. to" expel the Nazis. It. would have been a better choice. Either way Finland continues to be a battlefield. But now the Finns, in addition, have invited the heavy consequences which-await the Nazi satellites. SO THEY SAY It Is' not 'n dreamer's world .lo say Hint we must, hnvc law. and order, lor that Is the elementary roiimtalion on which the American civilization is based. The demands for law and oi'der, for peace nnd security nre as vital to our nation In a world of nations as they arc to our citizens In their domestic ntralr.i.— Rep. Snm Rayliurn of Texas. . » « » The worst driving conditions, the most reprehensible driving, practices and the greatest disregard ,for conservation were noted on the stretches of highway leading to and from war plants.— American Automobile Assoclalion survey. » » > The cue thing we dare not tolerate Is In- lolernucc.— Dr. Everett Case, president Colgate O. )ur Boarditi» U with Major lloojile Out Our Way MONDAY, JULY 3, 1044. SIDE GLANCES "After work every night you fall into bed—I thought we were coining out to grandpa's. lo do a little Jishing!" THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson• fOK CATCH \IK> PISH/ HE STORES NOTHIN6 IN IT, AND SWALLOWS EVERYTHING HE CATCHES. AT THE •EARTH'S POLES THE STARS NEVER OR I M. HEO l> S PAT OFF "WHEN wu BLOWOUTA FUSE, YOU HAVE TO REFUJE JO FIX tT/'fof. WILLIAM G.VAX. 7-3. NEXT: The p'.itler.l.mosijmto. In Hollywood By ERSKINE JOHNSON NK AStaff Correspondent BEHIND THE SCREEN: It WHS Ihe first day on the set of "Dark Waters." Benedict Bogcaiis 1 film version , of .tine magazine thriller co-slnrrlug Merle Obcron and Frnnchot Tone. A blonde with blue eyes and a baby face was talking to-tlie director. "Who's that?" snld n carpenter, turning lo an electrician. "That's the associate producer," said the electrician. "Gosh," snld the carpenter, "I've been in the picture business for 20 years and this Is the firsl time I ever wanted to kiss a producer." Associate producer Joan Harrison, in her early thirties, looks like a glamor girl and dresses like Rosalind Russell. "Dark Waters" is her second motion picture after turning out a bit in her first, "Phantom Lady." For 10 ycnrs be!or e that she was u writer, usually working with Allred Hitchcock. "It's very pleasant being n woman producer In Hollywood." she says. "Everybody's very cooperative nnd the matter of sex doesn't seem to count." One of the pleasures is going on shopping tours, with the star In quest of clothes. Fay Balntcr was .trying on clothes for her role In xunn SORROW T. RESIGNATION A. EDITOR .'- PALTR.Y COLUMM " PROLIFIC AND A W&W WELL HAS JUST SCOOTED Ov5 WvV PETROLEUM PROPeE.TlE9,'~-T'>A OPP TO UELP WtKJ THE \\JW5. \M1TH OIL.' By J. R. Williams WELL,WE CERTAINLY SURPLUS OP IKE 8RCXNO OF OIL CAN*.e '-«*. WlTMOOT YOU GUELS9\vi&XL 3li9T HP*JE TO, MkKE Thle 8BST OP <T— MWBE VOE CAW SAVE A FEW CS/VOERS I THOU&HT HOU HAD' THAT'NJ.BLn I GUESS IHAT'S 1H' SOA.P YOU GOT IN) YOUR HAMPTHERE AJU'l IT? "Dark Waters." One of the circsse; was loo glamorous for Kay's character in tlie film. So producer Harrison bought the dress for herself Her mnin problem, she snys, Is making certain people realize she'. 1 the boss. During filming of "Prmn- tom Lady" she took a big black cigar out of her purse nnd pretended to light and smoke it "Just to prove I'm the producer," she said. And of course therc'f the business of beiiig whistled at while walking along the studio .-.trccts. PHONV—OR IS IT? Arthur Schwartz, holding n writers' conference on the Cole Porter picture "Night and Day," was discussing a scene early in Porter's life. One .of the ' writers said "But that sounds so phony." "fu isn't." said Schwartz. "Its an authentic bit from Porter's life But if you think it sounds phony then phony It up a little and make It sound authentic:." • * • There's no extra problem on the film version of "Guest In the House." Nine principals and only one extra. But director John Brnhm recalls a story which D. W. Griffith once told him nboiil his extra troubles during filming ol "In tolerance." Talent and casllng scouts were having trouble gelling enough people. Everyone was stumped except Griffith, who put an ad in all the Los AngclM newspapers. It read: "Watch Them Make Pictures Wear Costumes Like a Movie Star. No Admission charge. Free Lunch." The response was terrific. Chill Wills, character actor and comedian, would like to be known hereafter as the only actor In Hollywood who acts wllh muscles. It's like this. Chill plays a character with twitching facial mils clos In the film "Double Furlough." Having mastered this unique skill, his salary, he says, should hence forth be based upon whether one muscle, two muscles or more muscles are required to poHray a role. Director Eddie Sutherland was I approached by an aclor seeking a I job. Eddie said he was sorry, he I rlldn't need anyone at the moment. | "You're missing a good bet.' said i the actor. "Three companies aroj after me now." "What three? > asked Eddie. "Gas, water and, ll?ht." replied the actor. ; AMBITION NOTE And Us Charles Ami's story about the agent who was buttonholed by an unknown and begged to be added to his list of clients. "I kno«- you can do a lot for me,' he said. "But what have yon been doing 3ront"Jtord) A Novel By KETTI FRINGS', CtfJirrfBhf. , Krirl Kril,n *, UM4, WE* gtlttct, •' To Those Who Came In Late: This is.(he slori/ of what happened to Pinky Harrison after he was killed in a foxhole. The seme is Heavenly Bend Junction, half-way, point between the Earth and Biff Valley. Travelers stay here tmtfl fficu slop looking back to'Earth, • • • XIX r*OD gave the baby to Emily to take care ol. She had been silting there in trie dark, holding hands with Rion, as the old man and Timothy came up the walk. He had only spoken the one word "Emily," and she had rushed forward eagerly. She knew what had happened, because a'moment before Pinky had come in, tearing up fo his room, banging and locking the door. : "Yes, Father." She stood there with'the baby in her arms, as Rion rose lo leave. "Come back soon, won't you, Rion?'' He looked at Emily's face and he looked at the baby. "Yes, Emily. I'll come tomorrow—for good, if I may." He turned eagerly to Ihe old man. 1 "I'wish yoii would, son." [ Rion's ayes filled quickly. "Good night, Father." They shook hands | And .he went away. ! Emily knew then why God had said lie wasn't worried about the fly-by-night people in the house i of the Third Reich. He had [known,, as she knew now, that | their time would pass away. j Holding the baby closely arid {smiling, she went upstairs. TMMOTHY • and God sat on the •'-steps for a long while, talking. "It was hell, you just don't knosv," Timothy told him. 'Yes. 1 know. Tim." "I swear to you ... all that time, just trying to find my way through." "I believe you." "Can you make him believe though?" "I'm going lo Iry." "I didn't even stop to go over and look in at Mother." He paused a moment, then added firmly, "I'm going to tell you something, sir . . . they need something awful bad. The way (hey Ihink you've forgotten 'em . . . it's pitiful." "Yes, Tim, 1 know." • * * * AT a quarter of 12, God said ": Tim'd have to go. Tim didn't want to, but the old man reminded him that the rule was for his own prelection: All Big Valley people had lo be back in < the Valley by midnight. Living out there In that rarefied atmosphere a person gets soft . . . slay out loo long and no telling what will happen to them. r Tim was in 210 mood to defy anyone right now. So he went, quite peaceably. i "I'll be out and see all of you again in a flay or so," the old man called after him. "Do that. We look forward to you,,,you know." The old man slowly went upstairs, knocked at Pinky's door. He knew that Pinky was awake, but there was no answer.' Well, he wouldn't force himself on him. He understood how the boy felt —Martha's loss meaning more to him than his own gain. Not many boys''would have felt like that. "Good night, Pinky," he said quietly, and went away. ' He remembered that he hadn't spent much time with the day's A Novel By KETTfFRINGS-, C °"- T " B> "' 1M4 ' K *>" r*«S*~aMrltittt^ IS44. .NBA g. r vf w , r.c. ,To Those Who Came In Late: This is (Jie story.of what happened to Pinky Harrison after,, he was killed in a foxhole. The scene is • Heavenly Bend Junction, half-way point between the Earth and Big Valley.- Travelers stay here until they stop looking bock (o Earth, • • » XX ' •• • QOD was hot.thejprily.pno/oul : looking things -'river. Jehovah and the others paced up and dd\yn and shook their heads. And they met in, little groups 'and talked it over. ••-.-•..'. \ "Certainly, getting nervy bring-- jing their wars so close like this.", j Even Buddha, Who seldom said anything, was moved to comment on. the state of things. "You know"—in that slow thoughtful way of his—"a long dine ago, when those first test pilots started zooming so close—that's when-we should have seen what was coming, put n stop to it right then." "How did we know?" God defended. "Just like a lot of kids' then, trying their wings." Jehovah darted a lightly-accusV ing look at his fellow-god. "And you thought they just wanted:to come up and visit'us!" ; ; "Well . . . I still believe that at first they only meant fo get fun out of their airplanes!" Something on the ground caught his eye. "Will you look at that?" He picked it up tenderly; a small red-breasted bird, with its wiiig broken. "They must have knocked him around plenty. Here, Matt." He turned to the bookkeeper who was hovering around worriedly. "Take.him over to the office, put a splint on him . . . arid the next person that goes out to the Big Valley, he can give him n lift Little fellow'll get well out there in no time. Wait, Matt. 1 ' Tiie old man had happened to glance down fhe street where there was a group of people in front of the complaint office. "What's the matter down Ihere?". 'That's what I wanted fo tell you, sir ... there's been a steady stream in and out of there for the last half hour. Complaints about the noise last night, and nobody being able to steep. Things.-iriro: worse than you realize. And the worst thing is, Sammy Grass is in there, telling all of them fo come over to fhe Square later. He says he's got the solution to everything. He's going to speak about it it eleven." Matt looked into the faces of each City Father worriedly. "I wish you'd all do something to stop him." "Why? He's got a right to talk," Allah said unconcernedly. Allah was always the most easygoing of the bunch. 'AH right." Matt shrugged. After all, what was he except a bookkeeper. "Just the same I don't like the looks of it. And if you don't believe me, here he comes now. I'll bet he'll even have the nerve to ask you people to come." .-"Eleven in the Square," the soap-boxer called to them. "Hear what Sammy has to say, and everything'!! be okay'." He sing- songed it as though- it were a slogan, again and again. "Hear what Sammy has lo say, and everything']! be okay!" Then, as he came opposite the little band of City Fathers, he grinned and tapped his breast. "Better come over, I got the whole answer right in my pocket. How about it? Can I expect you?" "Sammy . . ." God faced him squarely, but not unkindly. "I'm afraid what we have here," he gently touched his own breast, where the heart-ache was, "I'm afraid you don't have the cure-all for.that." new arrival. This was a Gergeant,'. with the rather touching nick-i i name of "Pearl Harbor," because he'd been there when it happened and had never ceased talking about it. The house being full, God had had to put Pearl Harbor In with Sammy Grass, on a bed brought up from the storeroom, .; Sammy was out late, as usual- f door was partly open, so the old man went in. Pearl Harbor •' was sound asleep, with all the covers thrown back, and the windows wide open. Tiptoeing toward the bed, the old man drew the covers up around Pearl Harbor's chin, because there was a cold breezo lonight. He glanced once at Sammy's empty bed, shook his iiead, wondering what kind o£ monkeyshines that boy was up to lonight. God didn't like to admit .t, but Sammy was a problem. He wished Sammy'd get whatever was gnawing at him out of his system, so he could join the peaceful people in Big Valley. He hoped he'd go soon, in fact. He was thinking these things as he moved to the door, then suddenly paused. Now that wasn't nice. He loved all his children. He mustn't discriminate. , He thought an instant, re-entered , •he room, and gently turned back ' he covers on Sammy's bed. j He was just entering his own ' room when he heard the loud roar of many engines—and shortly , after that, the first volley of Tire • Within the next few moments there appeared in the sky the big- ' gest air battle that God had ever had the displeasure to see. He ' stood at the window watching it a while, then burrowed into his bed, pillows held firmly at both ears. It was that night, more than anything, which helped him make up his mind. That and the debris and the discomfort and the annoyance that he found throuf.h- out Heavenly Bend Junction^ in the morning. ''^, Two street cleaners worked 1 steadily for over an hour picking up parts of airplane wings arid broken glass. - ; (To Be Continued) "We'll sec ... better not miss it!" Cockily, Sammy and his gang marched on. "Don't worry," God told the others, "I'm thinking up a plan myself." * • « TJE left them, went home, rummaged in his desk in the library, located a small black notebook. He was thoughtfully turning its pages, as Pinky came in. "Father, where's the baby?" The old man looked up, saw how haggard pnd pale the boy was, but there was, at least, a faint eagerness about him. "Well . . . you've changed your mind, son?", . "Id.]ike ; to at least look at her." 4^'.Of,, course,-jou'j. would. But, Pinky, I'd like to explain to you first. Timothy—" '. "I know. I heard you last night . . from the window." ' "Oh." . : "And—" with difficulty he went on—"I could just kill myself for' treating him like that," i 'Oh, now, don't say that, Pinky.' He understands." : 'If I could just make it up to; him!" • - ; "You'll have the chance. You'll: be going out to the Big Valley one] of these days, and—" j "No, I'll never go out there..' Because"—a longing came into' his eyes—"maybe some day things' will change. You'll establish contact again with the world down' there . . . and, well, I'd just like to be there, close to Martha, and- hear what she says and watch her all the time. I tried to look at her; this morning, through the telescope; ...'. but so miich smoke and every-.' thing..." . -' "Pinky, sit down a minute." Awkwardly, Pinky sat on the edge of a chair. He didn't want to talk. Hp wanted to go out and find the baby.. "Pinky , , . something you said last evening. All last night, during that awful noise and destruction, I kept thinking about it. And something Tim said too, about the way people feel I've neglected them. Pinky, I'm going to try what you suggested. I'm going to try a miracle." ITa Be Continued) recently?" asked the agent. "Well,* replied the buUonholcr, "right now I'm Roy Rogers' stand- in. But with you behind me, I know I could easily get to be Gary Coopers stand-In.' The mechanism ; of the heart Is so rcmnrkable that scientists have been unable to solve the mystery of what regulates Its beats. Roaches, Rats anrt Mice eliminated. Contract service In pest control. Biddle Exterminators Free Estimates. 115 S. Third Theme Z751 WE FTLl, ALL DOCTORS' PRESCRIPTIONS «"TD 8AVT. TOD MONET STEWART'S Draf St»r e M»ln * L*k« Pk*mi MH SprUH and Summer TUNk - UP Save Gasoline . . . Save Tires. Get All-round Ret tor I'erfflrmancel T- 1. SEAY MOTOR CO. 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