•AGE roui ILTTHBTILLI, (XRKJ CQUEIRR f HK BLYTHJEVILLI COUWU 1MHB v .> XHB OOOBBB MWI OCX ; ;•' H. W. aUNB, JMbUltMf : uinniL r. HORRJB, Editor . iUOt A. OATKNB, Adv«rtl«ta| ttMMIfm • flab N'ttloc*! Adrwtltijit R*»itt«nt«ti?M: «jll«c« Wltoxr Oo, MtW York, Obl*H*i D»- •ott, itluta. TUESDAY, AUGUST 8,19-M- :- PUbllitkvd IrMr ifteimooo bete* ,-Xuterad «l *eoowl eU» matter •» UM pbrt- MTtot it RlytiertUe, Artaoi**, under Ml o/ OOB- , October I, 1111. Bored 67 Uu CUM4 Pre*> BOBBCRIFTIOS KATBB Sf curler In the dtj o( BJjtb*TlU«, Mi fa or Me pei muim. ; HI m*U ntnm * ndiiu of M miK», MM p«r riu. 1X00 for «lx 'month*, 11.00 for tbre* mo»th»; mall ouUlde 60 mil* tout »W.oo per rear In ad?anc«. A; Fake Bombing? j_ l't hits been suggested by the German Journalist Curt Ricss in Ill's recent series'-of- nrticlcs,- "Thn Corporal vs. ' the Generals," that the July 21 attempt, on Hitter's life was a frame-up. 'the suggestion ' miikcs excellent sense. and to review accounts of tlie event only strengthens its logic. l . Perhaps, the best evidence of fiikery is in the "scene of the crime," as revealed by a. Nazi photograph. The room where the bomb exploded was demol- iphed. Beams hang from the blasted filing; furniture is blown to bits, windows arc o'ut, doors off their hinges. it is 'inconceivable, in this .selling of utter destruction where others were killed and wounded, that Hitler should have suffered only minor bruises and burns, and maybe a compound multiple fracture of the seat of his pants. 'And where was Hitler's bodyguard'.' (There's nothing phony about that, lit least.) Did .the alleged bomber, Col. Count .Klas.vpn' Staiiffenberg, sneak by the- Gestapo, remove papers from his bomb-loaded briefcase, then casually put it in such an unlikely spot as under Hitler's desk? Did he then leave with no i.fear that someone would como running and shouting, "Hey, Ilerr Graf, you forgot. .your briefcase" '! Or did he remain, confident that Providence would protect him as 'well as Hitler from the bomb? . . It doesn't make sense. As Mr. Kiess says, "Gorman generals, no matter how brutal and ruthless they arc, do not plant bombs ... It, would have been too'simple for oiie of '" them* . ''.'.'. to shoot him." How about the revolt that was to follow the assassination? The plotters moved' too slowly and, as Mr. RICKS points out, the Gestapo moved too fust. According. -to the Nazi account, the 1 plotters made no first attempt to, seize a radio station. Rather, they went after a fanatically Nazi battalion of guards in ^Berlin. And if the Gestapo was caught flat-footed, as wo arc supposed to believe, how did they happen to head first for long-retired General Beck, and kill him wilhin 10 hours? There 'comes a time when there is no one left 'to purge except those who will • weaken yourself. That time has come for Hitler. His best generals arc now •gone— those who might have mau- . aged- his last retreats with a semblance of order ami a saving ,of lives. Instead,' .Hitler', and the .Nazis will surely, end. the war in an. orgy of blind bloody . fih-y— cosily to their enemies, surely, but; costly also to them in men and in the growing', righteous vengeance of an infuriated Europe. Legacy Right in the midst of a hot spell came news that a Russian professor is planning a fort of "deep freexe" museum for posterity. Ho proposes to bury the bodies of men and animals in the preserving, perpetually frozen earth of the Siberian north, together with furniture, utensils, the >vorks of great contemporary authors,'ami historical documents of our time. ' Will our proud inventions be obsolete curiosities and our history one of meaningless bloodshed? Or will this war and wars to come so'deplete and degrade mankind that those desccmhintK will have returned to a savage utate from which ,thcy look upon our remnants in uncomprehending wonder? Perhaps it is not taking loo long a view to say that we shall start answering those questions in the peace we make after this war, and the way we keep that peace in the future. 'Keep Going!' An overseas correspondent of the New York Sun writes of an American outfit in Normandy which sent this message back to Us'commander. "We have reached our objective. What next?" "To- hell with objectives," the commanding officer replied. "Keep going!" The officer's name is not given. But he may well have coined a slogan that will be as enduring as "Damn the torpedoes—full speed ahead!" or "Don't give up the ship." Perhaps he didn't have military logic on his side. Kvcn the rankest amateur strategist can sec that such an order might achieve chaotic results. Hut he certainly had the right idea. And the officer issued the order at the right time to give both military and civilian spirits a shot in the arm. Rightly or wrongly, people had been wondering about the Allied offensive in Normandy. They bad been wondering about,'co'rrespoiulenls' stories that the Paris time-table was weeks be- liand .schedule, and that caution had become a vice with the Allied com-, maud. They contrasted our slow progress with the Russian powerhouse advance. Then the tanks started rolling in Normandy, and the enemy lines began to buckle. The infantry was on the move, again measuring its daily progress in miles. And an anonymous officer told his men, "To hell with objectives—keep going!" The words tiiid the spir.it,/arc'.typi- cally American. Perhaps we've read and heard too much about the weariness • and homesickness of our troops. They are both, iof course. They don't like war. They haven't been brought up on fanatical tales of the glory, of dying for an emperor or a fuehrer. But when fighting has to be done they do it, and do it well. Americans have always been like that. We have good reason to be proud that we've never been licked.in a war. "To hell with objectives—keep going!" That's a sound sentiment for us at home to keep in mind,.too. None of us has time to stop and watch to see when Germany is going to topple, and in what direction. If the 'enemy is off balance and groggy with inner dissension, that's the time (o keep going and hit harder— here in America as well as in France, Italy and the Pacific. • SO THIY $AY M Ihc lime nf our entry into Ihc second World War. more than 1,000,000 children were enrolled In classroom units that, bnrt less tlmn $500 a yc-nr for Ihclr financial support.—Dr. John K. Norton of Columbia I). » » . It Is the nussian army who hnvc (lone most of the work in tearing the guts out ot Germany. —Winston Churchill. SIDE OUNCES "He's about Ihe smurlcsl man in Ihis (own, all riglil—one! - day f .saw him put a nickel in ii slid machine, win'15 cents! j ami walk oul, ami hu hasn't touched the thing since!" i THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson OF OUR. SO CALLED DUMB ANIMALS ..SHOW THAT CHIMPANZEES ARE MOSr INTELLIGENT; AND HO&S RATE HIGHER THAN 'HORSES. MADE PROAV BARK op THE OOUfcLAS FIR IS HELPING MAKE UP SHORTAGES OF g-s IMPORTED CORK. ANSWER: In England. The xvall, built about 120 A. D., extend; trom Solway to NewcasUe-on-Tyne. : The p.aradpxlc.?.! In Hollywood nY EKSK1NK JOHNSON I n c left (|,R show recently to rc- NKA Staff Ctirrrsponrtecil turn to Hollywood for a radio pro- Llkc n lot, of other people, Kenny grnm and ' tiic title of "Radio's Daker had lo go to New York lo No. I Tenor." And he's pleased bv l>rove to Hollywood thai he could soinethhiR else. Several film sUuilos '"' are bidding for his .services in .ict, Hollywood discovered a long lime straight acting roles igo that Kenny could sing, .lint n . "One Touch of Vriius" convinced scries of Insipid screen characters Hollywood lhat Kenny Uakcr could inspired by his stooging on the act and it also convinced Kenny Jack Benny radio show couvJnccd that stage work should be listed as Ihc movie innkcrs that he should essential to film careers .lick to singing. • ."i had sum? with bands on the "I was stuck with insipid char- singe," he said, "but I hart never nclers in corny pictures," riakcr bad the chance to act before n live says, "nnd I couldn't get oiif of audience, it was wonderful Imln- Ihrm. I was typed as a sap.wHh Ing. I should hnvc paid THEM for about as much backbone as a . I l.v Ictthi!! me work in the plnv " fish." iWAUT iMAHTIN—MINUS!!": So a year (iRo Ilaker sutd .ncr.lv, He'll never forget the time Mary lo Hollywood, shuttered up his Mnrlln ran across the stage wcar- lioine, clrnlncit his swimmim; pool Ing only ;i pnir of shoes and took Ills wife and Hirer chil- Thai, happened durinV Ihe play's(hen to New York. The rr.<a you first tryout. in Boston. "She hart to know. Kenny was a hit on llrond- make n fust ehaui>o." Kenny said way opjKmitc Mary Martin in "One " Touch of Vrnm." li n^ ot course. but. whut rleascd him most was thai the New York critics were equally Improved by his acting. )ur Boardmgilouhe with Major llooplc Out Our Way By J. R. William* 8MiK TOMORROvJ- WE'LL SAvJE SOMe of THE SCM.ES AND VJHEMVME.GET OH, Vii-3.' THIS IS fX\£ Or l.H 1 OLD BOYS GO i BUSTER. I LET'S STICK GA.MDA GUVS A.M' HE WA& . TRVIW TO 1\LK I VA\G ENSTtRS VACATlOM UNiOER TABLE/ VOL) \MERe TUROWKJ l-'iTO CAGE- put.', r ' kM* &a : V\*:irS'$ 'and in (lie confusion of opcninj! night .=hr uiulrrssed on one side of Ihc staeo nnd thru discovered her clothes were on Ihe other side. Her cue was earning up so she just ran orross (In- MURO behind Ihe scenery. Only she forRct there was 11 five- f.iot, open pliiro In the scenery, put- Heii Hitler! WELL,BOtf, IV£ /NSTiGATEO. 5EV£R4L5rRfK£SAND EXPECT A TO START SOME RACE RIOT*. IF * WE CAN'T BEAT THEM IN BATTLE U/E CAN COMQUErV THEM THIS, WAV. THE FOOLS/" "•; . ting her In full view of the audience, just before she reached Die wings. It was kinda dark, though, nnd I guess no one noticed her." Kenny was on stage at the time. 'I ajways miss ail of those things" ::c said. SWITCHED FROM FIDDLK Kenny Baker, n Monrovia, calif., boy, has done nil right, since he switched from playing ihc violin to warbling. In junior college lie made the discovery that he was a | better singer'than virtuoso. "I sang al so many Lions, Rotarians and Kiwaiiiiins tlial I was known as the service club tenor." The Baker home is in Beverly Hills. But there's also a 150-acrc Baker ranch near Sanlti Barbara where lie spends mosl of liis time. Mrs. Baker is Gcraldyne Churchill, the (,'irl next door whom he planned to marry ever since they went to high school together. They were married In 1933, and have three children—Kenny Jr., a, Susan, C. and Johnny, 3 months. K*wJ Courier Hewg mmt Jfo d&$e D$ First Biography of America's Great General " CopTrlKbl, I0«, Ann \Vnodwnril Miller! nislrllmifd, NBA. Service, 1 rOB SALE WNCRKTF. STORM SKWKR M.I. KIV.Kh ' hr*|fi Thjin HrMc* l.ntr , Osccolo Tile A Culver l Co "K.^iilk. .\rfc slilli Insure rcpatrerf. Slmc.s arc costly— have them rc- ncwci! where ex- artlns care com- Mnrtl with supcr- lallvo workm:iu- ihrir being properly F.vcr.v style t if repair Is made here -RIGHT! QUALITY SHOe s SHOB £ r*i" w, J ->*%» m sf " THE EISENHOWER BOYS II QNE ol the Eisenhower brothers once asked his mother, "How, Mother, did you ever manage to bring us up?" "Didn't you ever catch on?" she risked confidentially. "Don't yon remember,, there was always lots nf work Id do -around the place— and that yoit were always busy doing: it?" ...... The six Eisenhower brothers learned, and learned early, that success in life must be earned; that nothing worthwhile can be gained save through cfl'oii. All the boys had regular assignments o£ work. Thus their family income was supplemented by homegrown vegetables, nnd fruil, with dairy products and poultry produced by mother and sons. This work required of the boys-wns also a deliberate technique of their mother's. She was concerned with building character. She was all too aware that idle, healthy, fun- loying lads arc likely to get themselves into, serious trouble. She provided them with disciplined,' useful outlets for their healthy energies. Each of the boys had assigned chores, but (hcse were changed every week to avoid boredom. For instance, the boys look turns by weeks in getting up at 5:30 in the morning to build the kitchen fire and put on (he mush, then driving their father to work. They took turns in selling and delivering eggs, chickens, vegetables anr fruit. The money, of course,, was turned over to the family "banker," who wos Ihc father. The older boys took jobs on neighboring /arms or in the Belle Springs Creamery, helping finance the growing family. Arthur, the oldest boy, is reported to be the only one of the six who didn't milk the cow. Always dignified and careful of his dress, lie preferred to do extra work to moke up for not doing his share of the milking. To understand Dwight today— his absolute lack of pretension, his genuine friendliness, his latent, amounting to gcniu?, for handling men of nil types and making them ahnost worship him, his tough "lighting heart"—you have to understand his upbringing as one of six boys. No one raised \villi five sharp-eyed, sharp-longncd brothers is likely to have much pretense left in him by the lime he leaves school. . * ' * * 'TJWIGHT was "just about the most normal boy" you could imagine, according to his brother, .Milton. If there was any clean fun, he was in it. Several of h > companions in those days claim he had a temper which he manager (o keep pretty, well under control 'Ho was strong and healthy—quite ••notably strong—though his brother Edgar, almost two years older |than he, always "licked" him when they scuffled. After Dwigh !got <o West Point, he took up sci- •cnlific boxing and wrote to Edgar challenging him to a scr,ap. Edgar however, had by that time become .an undergraduate at the Univer- ;sily of Washington (where hi :took his !aw degree) and was better prepared to do his scrapping :\vitli words than with fists; he de clincd Dwight's offer. Dwight used to swim in a hole .in Mud Creek, which meanders •through'Abilene. In the winter, jit and when the stream froze over, [ho played hockey—or "shinny" as [thc-y_ caJledJl-rKm the ice, using a . The Eisenhower boys in 1902. Dwight (aged 12) is at the extreme left. Standing at the back are Edgar, Earl, Arthur and Roy. Milton, the youngest, is seated in front between Mother and Father Eisenhower, tin can as a puck. When he grew older, he "graduated" to the Smoky Hill River, where the older boys took their sport, fishing and swimming. He attended Lincoln Grade School in Abilene and was considered one of the best athletes in school. * WHEN soldiers come to Abilene they ask one question: "Where is the house where General Eisenhower lived?" Though it is a considerable walk from the center of town, day after day groups of uniformed men stroll to gaze at the modest boyhood home of theii hero—hoping also to gain a sight o£ the mother. The visitors see a white, tw'o- fory dwelling of simple architec- ure, with bovvers of roses in the vell-kepl yard. It is like thou- ands of other houses in the vil- ages of the Middle West, a lean- o al one side, a porch in front. Inside you find a thoroughly homey atmosphere. There are chairs and tables fifty years old, he walls nearly covered with plio- ographs of Ihc family—most of .hem ot "Ike" in various poses •winsome of the enlirc group of six sons. The parlor has a davenport and some easy chairs with books here and Ihcrc. Portraits of father and mother—and more poses of the sons. Somehow the spirit of parent-son relationship seems lo he present more here than in ordinary homes. The Eisenhowers are distinctly a "family." The family is the basic unit, within which the individual Eisenhowers have their being, and it is highly cohesive. The boys still think of themselves more as a family Irian as individuals. When any of them does anything outstanding (and all of Ihcm are continuously doing outstanding things), ho thinks firs o£ how pleased the .family will be 3mi derives his greatest pleasure from that. The boys keep in close touch by correspondence, and eael of them has made an effort—usually successful—to visit his mother in Abilene at leasl once a year. * * * HX) know General Eisenhower one must meet his mother, gentle old lady, with firm laith in God and man, her silver hair glis toning in the sunlight, her hand folded in resignation, Mother Ei senhower awaits in her eighty third year tor the end of the wa and the return of her famous son When one looks upon this kindly countenance, with its beneyokn sniilo, there is no doubt whatso- ! ever lhat this is the mother ot j the world's great general. The; resemblance is striking. His fea- , tures are but a masculine replica; • he has Ihe same firm but kindly j mouth, the same penetrating blue \ eyes, the same keen intelligence: of expression. Even in her vener- i able years, she retains the mag-: netic personality and dominant! qualities that characterize the; General. • Ike's devotion is shown in many; Iclters. He frequently says that' he owes everything to her for] whatever he may accomplish in> the world. ; When he writes to his mo 1 c sends messages of good cheer, (i iut in letters to other members-, f the family he is concerned over j icr advancing years and exceed- ', ngly solicitous of her health and : lappiness. His Iclters to neigh- : lors arc filled with tributes to her. ' fere is one o£ them: j "Dear Frances: Your V-mail ' otter of April 18 reached me here ! •lay 10. You have a genius, for i :rowding into one short letter all j he things that I like to hear about'j my mother and the folks al home. ' cannot possibly tell you how : much I appreciate Ihc trouble you ! .ake in writing lo me.'' The story ] of sitting in Ihc dining room with ; he sunlight streaming through ! fairly made me homesick for | mother, Hie old home, and the . whole town. The next lime yoxi ealt on or phone my mother, tell icr I am well and miss her all the time. I only wish that planes i flew fasl enough lhat I could spend ; one day with her and be back here the following day for work. I would go A. W. O. L. that long!" Mother Eisenhower chuckles icklcs\ S tllc.A Gen- f* when with delight as she shows copy of the cablegram the eral sent to his townspeople they were celebrating "Eisenhower • Day." "If you folks try to high- hat me and call me by titles instead of Dwight when I come home, I shall feel like a stranger. The worst part of military rank is its loneliness that prevents com-' radeship. I wish I could be home ' with the old gang al Ihe cafe." ; Dwight to her is "just another, soldier"—another molhcr's son. She does not think of him as a general. When she sees the boys in uniform, passing her home in Abilene, her neighbors say she remarks gently, "I have a boy in the Army, too." NEXT: "U$ly Ike."
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