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PAGEIEICHT BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS COURIER NEWTS THf COURIER NEWS CO. H..W. HAINES,-Publisher J. GRAHAM SUDBURY, Editor * SAMUEL F. NpRRIS, Advertising Manager Sole National Advertising Representatives: Wallace Witmer Co., New Yoik, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta^ Memphis. j Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- office-at BIytheville, Arkansas, under act of Congress,. October 9, 19i7, - . : Served by the United Press ~ SUBSCRIPTION RATES " r By, carrier in. the City of Blytheville, • 15c per weefc, or «5c per month. By maU/within a radius of 50 miles," $3.bo'per year, .$1,50 for six months, 75c for three months; by, mail in postal zones two to six inclusive, $6.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable in advance. In tW§ column of «dltoriab from other new»p*peri doai not oeoeiurily mean endorsement but it an acknowledgment of ia- tcre0fc to tbe tubjecto The Virtue Of Patience • You may" have heard the expression "The law's delay," included among H£e\s trials by Hamlet in the famous Shakespeare soliloquy. But for freestyle champion all-American delay, we know of nothing to touch tVnV - The U. S. Court of Claims, on May 8, 1940, reported to Congress certain claims for indemnity • as a result of "spoliations by the French prior; to . July 31—1801." Somewhere in the vast cave of the winds of" the law, these claim's have been flying around for 139 ; Vears, like the poor damned souls Dante'described in his Inferno. Perhaps this is unjust. Perhaps some heir to an heir has only recently decided" that his.ancestor w/is "spoliated," In either case, it'has taken a phenomena] time to get this outstretched palm properly before the speaker's desk in Congress. • ' Holding Paices Dowti -. The only excuse, socially speaking, for "big business/; is that by. producing -groods in-quantity ami^ efficiently, they are made cheaper and therefore more readily available to more people. When "big business" becomes a monopoly, however, its tendency is to hold prices yp as high as 'the "traffic will ^ bear, without actually halting-consumption: That is the ' traditional. e_xplana- t lion'of the way the system" works, - Pvight'in the'face of the, theory there' now-flies the Aluminum Co. of-fAmer- ica, jvhich is certainly "big business" and generally regarded as a monopoly producer of virgin ahmiinuhi; /I : hrec times during tfre past year the..-company has reduced-its prices for aHirui- mun ingot,-thus making a voluntary reduction in the company's gross income for the year of perhaps §5,000,- Whal goes, on here? Is the idea spreading ftat even >g business" can make, more money in the long run by reducing prices, passing on to the. consumer the-savings of mass production, and-trusting to greater sales volume to make up the foregone profits? Jt is in _ teresting to see the Aluminum Co.' out ahead of the parade of those who are to avert the ircnnral pr | ce Feeding Europe's Hunger Victims Unoccupied France's Agriculture M t n i s t e r, Pierre Csziot, warned hjs country a lew days ago thai the Vichy French 1940 wheat harvest is • the worst in 40 years, He added that Vichy Frejidr wheat reserves, strictly rationed, may last three months; also that the sugar harvest is one-third of normal, and that butter and dairy . products have been cut two-thirds and meat supplies "decimated" by' lust spring's bhU- krieg and its aftermath. Conditions are probably "as " bad or 1 worse 'in occupied France, and in occupied Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Norway and Poland. The Germans '-have, been, milking ' those countries tor. Germany ever sJncs.'tliey tooic them.. over. : Europe, in short, faces a- horrible winter, w'tii, actual starvation threatening .'.millions of npn- combatants — men, women and children, .Malnutrition lowers resistance to disease, meaning .that those who go, on 'living will suffer more; and more of such things as pel la gray scurvy, mas- toidJtis, inpuenxa, anemia, stomach trouble, trenchmouth, etc., etc, We wece discussing this prospect .the' other day w5i.li a man who lias just come back :J'rom Europe, and who has been able to percolate through several occupied countries and '; sound out average-eitiiien /'opinion In -them, Here: is 'lie story lie tells: ',-.• "•'."' : •Mostv. people in the . occupied areas don't jifce the .'Germans, and hope that some day Hitler's swiftly seized empire will crack up. "•'. But neither do most of these people like the British; and that is because of British refusal to let- shipments of. American food pass the blockade and go to; hungry npncombatants. The British argument is that such food would only be grabbed by the -Germans. Though such a thing didn't happen .under the Hoover .World War .relief Administration for occupied Belgium, and though a simi/ar 'setup with. 'even stricter guarantees, could be arranged, the British -'Government' continues., reluctant to let us dig into any of our big food, surpluses' to help anybody inside the blockade' ring. : This state of affairs,- : our informant says, can only work against the British. You don't IOVG" somebody who proposes* to- starve you, even thpijgh he does so iir the name pf democracy, righteousness, the rights ' of small' nations to exist and govern themselves, and various other .high-minded things. All -'thai . your stomach' knows, is that it wants to" eat. ; ; Your brain naturally singles out the; person or 'power' directly to -blame for that hollow feeling down below, -.and you take to hating that person or power.. . . . ' '..*•. ••:''.• ' "";•-'• . Britain's chief hope for eventual victory in this war, according, to most observers, lies in disaffection ;and rebellion behind . Hitter's lines. s ; That was one of the things that broke Napoleon. Kc got too extended, and as S00 n' as 'various conquered countries saw him weakening, they flamed into rebellion. . Our informant -.says that ific -sensible tmng or Britain lo cfo would be to agree to let' this food go through, and. be distributed under" American supervision~but with the explicit understanding that the minute a »jj svTBstantiaMood thefts _ were proved against the Germans, the food .snipmenUs would stop. . . '• Thus. he .says,. Britain would escape thd dislike which is now piling- up agnjnst , t in tne iinocciipicd -nrens. It would get credit among those people f 0r having done what it could' to « ^ V 7^ the5r Cblldren f ^m such, mis- as the Inter- Allied blockade dealt the Ger- THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1940 "Men never change.in Ibis town—their grandfathers got round-shouldered \ holding up that biuidin.a! ! * • THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson ^ WATER HOLE IS Due 1NJ THE NEAR, WHITE SANDS NATIONAL. /WDNUAAENT; IN NEWAAEXIC BECCWvBS • IT (SETS COPR, 19*0 BY NEA SERVICE. INC THArsl IT DOES is A CHINESE MARBLE NUT-BEiARINS TREE. WESTERN SQUIRREL- A nut-bearing tree of the chestnut group.. NEXT: How'Ion? did il take for dodos lo become extinct? 0! p;!-.-:ng. the Germans would get the blame and the, hatred. . AJJ of which OIIM be of use ever ,003 New York Daily .News. n and peace-loving peoples a* the Danes tic Norwegians, the Dutch and the r, hands send vice who surrendered after killing- a doe. Justice of the . Peace ambassador to Bcl- of America.- Chinese ambassador. "Honest Hunter' Makes Forest Ranger Happy GLOBE. Ariz. (UP)—It look Forest Ranger .Carl Scholefield "32 years to find an honest hunter ScholefielcTs candidate Ls 17-yeur- old Richard 'Harrcll of Phoenix} who accidentally _ killed a doc in i Crook National forest. He proiupf- l.v reported ,\rha.t lie had done to ; the ranger. The ranger said Harrcll was the first hunter in his :« years of .scr- VoluiHarilv OUT OUR WAY :'This . young man has, given a: exhibition of sportsmanship ver rare -'among hunters. His licens I has. been restored to him-with tlv ad.monition to look more clossl i for horns the. next, time he goe "hunting." I GOT LOST WHAT'S WRONG WITW E/XTIW6 PEER MEAT? DARE SPOIL THAT/ HE'LL WANT TD DRIVE ARQUNID TH* CITY \VITH''IT'tlEp ON CAR SO PEOPLE KIM SEE HOW GOOD A HE IS/ FOUND WATER BUT X ' EATEN FOR PJVE X : — • OUR BOARDING HOUSE Chinese Presents Novel Problem to Draft Boar/ *' PE3 MOINSS. la. (UP)— \. Da- Moincs draft board has a probleir on its hands v in the case of Fon? Non. a Chinese laundry worker • According to t.h c western calendar, Non was bom in Canton China, Oct. 2L 1904. which "place- him within the con.srription a^e by ITv^ AND FATTLE70M GOTATO GiTV i «w^« VOT^DiD^TfcoUMTT^ FOR 15 1 / ^^ BARREL-^ JUST LET Hi! TWE ASREEMt^Tviu- IT'S CASK O,s\ TME L|N£ -* L p/~-vJ| HIM THROW m^ P/\T T^ K AROUND DOWN THERE ANO TUP NEXT TIME WE SEE HIM IT'LL BE THROUGH A WHAT ? /v-7/ SERIAL STORY BY W. H. PEARS •^•^•"•••••^^^^^•••••••fc YESTERDAY: Bill recall. Mentor hada't I • h« ««v«d the life •( Jiuo-flmo All A '»_ . ". GOAL TO GO COPYRIGHT. 1 940. N«A SIR VIC*. INC. but there w*»«»t Sua t v»r»ity, ^ the CHAPTER III MENTOR said, "Go ahead." "We're going on. a strike," Doa Hart blurted. "Wre through with Landis' dirty tricks," Culvert added. "He sent me, into the game Jast night to run off that razzle-dazzle, Now h^'s ducking the blame. We won't stand for it!" Buck Mentor, looking, from one angry face to the othec with grave gray eyes, said nothing. . "We've talked to our folks/' Drowsy explained. "They haven't forgotten all the cold, rainy days he sent the squad home with sniffles and sore muscles. They're still pretty mad at Landis." "And they're dead set on winning the big game against East this year," Hart said. "If we .refuse to play for Landis, they'll back us up." ' The boys were silent, waiting for Buck to speak. He took a long pull on his pipe. • "You fellows know there's nothing in the world £d rather do than coach you." • , : . "Attaboy;'. Buck! Bill knows how you want-us to block and tackle. He can help you." "No,- waity , I haven't finished. It's impossible the' way you've planned it." . "Why?" Hart demanded. '"You .fellows are like soldiers in- an army," Buck said slowly. "You can't just quit when, something doesn't please you. Not even if you think the general's giving you a dirty deal. . That's called desertion. You've got to stick out your jaws and ask for more." Calveri scuffed . his toe on the threadbare carpet. ' "But, gosh, JBuck, we thought . ' ^ Buck's voice was gentle. "Sure, fellow, I know what you thought. It's not easy for me to refuse. I'm just about bursting; inside that you fellows want me'. 'But if Landis is • really a poor coach.he won't last. .In the meantime, .give him all you've got Then if he fails he won't have an alibi." "Gee, Buck, : do you' reaily mean that?" Drowsy asked. "I do, Drowsy." : " The boys talked in low tones, then Hart said, "Okay, Buck, what you say goes with us. We'll stick." "Good stuff, fellows!" As . the squad moved slowly toward the door Buck turned to his son. "Bill. can you practice with them tomorrow?" "I -usually squeeze .in., a little time before work, Buck. But why?" . ,'' '" ' "I'm not sure, Bill, but some. how I feel that seeing- you take the same medicine 1 prescribed foi them may help ..." his last, class was over. Bill dashed for the' locker room. A sense of excitement gripped him as he put on Buck's .'ive days. But. according to the Chinese ralemlar. Won was "36 on regislra- ?on d<H/— 1 00 O i d to bc c ng{bi e for Mic draft. Heads Salonika's Defending Army Illustrated- by C. P. Whilford Dot walked scarlet-tipped fingernails up Bill's sleeve. . . . "HI bet you're really not such a woman-hater, Bill."-. worn uniform. The. shoulderpads were bulky and obsolete, the jersey faded and torn; but to Bill it was a suit of shining armor. As he jogged out on the prac- time field, Landis .turned. He was a,heavy man with, a meat-red face and -practically no . neck. He barked commands like a drill sergeant, yet never seemed quite sure of himself. "Working out today, Mentor?" "If it's okay, Coach." "Makes no : difference . to me. You can scrimmage with the scrubs." _ . ..,, Bill went into a huddle. 'He ran. off several routine plays without' much gain. The varsity squad was charging in hard' 'and fast. The scrubs were determined but outclassed. "Too bad you guys can't roll like that under pressure," "Landis eorn.r men ted sarcastically. '.• . The boys scowled but remained silent. From the varsity; backfield Bullethead Peskin • called with a sneer: "Hey, Mentor, why doncha give us some of those -too, too wonderful plays of your old man?" Bill took a "threatening 'step toward Peskin, but Landis cut in sharply, "All right, all right, get going now!" Still smoldering, Bill called his squad into a huddle. ."Let's show Coach what we can ' do," he begged. "Here's one Buck taught me. It's no razzle-dazzle, but if .we get it timed;right it may fool 'em. Now listen . . ." ' BUI took the pass from center, drove forward. • Just before lie reached the line-he handed the ball to tiie wingback, who started a sweep around right end. Bill's heart pounded as he blocked out a defensive guard trailing the p^ay. He wanted desperately • to be able to tell Buck tliat'his : play had fooled the varsity. ... Then ne heard'Landis' whistle shrill and.saw the ba# carrier sail into the clear. The play had worked! Hands on his hips, Landis glared at Bill "I. suppose you. think you're quite a coach, eh, Mentor?" "No, sir." "Well, get this straight. You can teach the scrubs all the Buck Mentor plays you want, but no varsity of mine will ever run. them. In fact, Mentor, I'd welcome the chance to smear a few All- American, plays'." Bill turned'to ••the scrubs with a grin. "If any of you. fellows arc interested m Coach's idea, drop around at the house. Buck'tt give us a. llttfe. skull'practice. So long." -...*.* * '. IT w&s nearly Bill's .quitting A time when Bullethead Peskin swaggered into the.drug store. Dot Skelton clung t<? his arm. Bullet- head- led her to a booth and gestured imperiously for Bill. . "Gimme a hot chocolate, and Dot 'here wants--"-.'. "Thank you," Dot snapped, 'Til do my own Ordering.? She curved her.full red lips in a teasing smile. "How ,are you, Bill? "DonJt you think, it'd be nice to say hello to nae?". ... , ' ,' •-.•'•• ' "Hello," -Bill said. Dot pouted. "Must you always say it like a parrot?" Bullethead was turning green about the .mouth. "Say, Dot, what's the idea of talking to this soda jerk?" "You hush up, Walton!" she flared. "I like Bill., He's a gentleman, which is more than I can'say for some fellpws,.. .'.'.'.'' She walked scarlet-tippe'd nails ,up Bill's sleeve. 'Til bet; you're really not such a;woman-hater, BilL" He- gulped. She wasipretty,- all right, with, her "auburn ; hair-:arid green eyes, but he ^wished she'd let him alone. She pulled that line every time she came in. He forced a grin. "How about a hot fudge sundae?" "Oh,-dear, my figure . . ."• She twisted around in an. obvious effort to draw Bill's attention to her slim .curves. "Bufif yqu say I'm. not top plump, Bilk £11 give in." Bill shot an embarrassed glance at Drowsy Peters, who . grinned back impishly ;oyer his coke. "You're not too plump," Bill said gruffly. . ; Dot was coy when, he returned with the order: r "BJJI,4Yny don't you ever.come to .ffie^dahces?' Or ask .anyone for a date?"., "I work every.nigjii;"' Bill said, and hurried behind the fountain." Bullethead Peskin. bellowed: "Hey, Mentor, we : w.ant water. And slop some extra chocolate on. Dot's sundae." Bill hesitated, reji-spots of anger coloring his cheeks: It was past his quitting timeyrbijfil he'ignored the order it might/mean his job. For Buck's sake lie" swallowed- his pride and,'obeyed. -Then, without a glance'atreith^r-Dot'or Bullet- head, he: joined Drowsy. J. .' '. -.-"*. -f*V* ' ' ; ' J)ROWSy : blinked; at him'like a sleepy' kitten: : . "You ain't smart, Bill." . "Why?" ' '.' • . . "Giving ttot the'brusH-pff. 1 She's been trying to get a tumble out of you for six inontns."-"- . "So what?" Bill asked, then added, his heart jumping curiously, *T=rI got a' girl":!' "Only this, you dope: J. Conrad Skelton runs' the. board. Little Dpttie runs J. Conrad ..." "You mean, I . . .". .. Drowsy- -was patient. "I mean, Willie, that tin's Landis don't'"know which way is up. He won't last. If you're in solid with.the ikel- tons when the ax falls you can do Buck a lot of good. . . ." (To Be Continued) HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis Heading Greecirs Third Avn)y Corps', 1 defending file area around Salonika, is Gen. George Tsolakoglou. above. Greece ha'i five army corps, of three divi- i sions each, in the field. "Quit following me around, hollering nuts!"

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