The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on November 9, 1940 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, November 9, 1940
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PAGE POUR BLYTHEVILLE. (ARK.) COUKIER NEWS SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1940 THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS 1KB COURIER NEWS CO, - H. W>HAINES, Publisher .. 7-^ - J.«GRAHAM . SUDBURY, Editor > ' SAMUEL P: NOBRIS, Advertising Manager Sole National Advertising Representatives:^ Wallace' Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. .• 'Published Every Afternoon ^Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the ppst- - offlc* at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of congress,-October 9, 1917. ________ Served by tne United Press - "SUBSCRIPTION RATES •'By carrier in the City oJ Blytheville, ISc per of 50 miles, $3.00 Per rSS£«"*r'rSs $6^0 per year; in zones seven and eight,,|iu.uu per y«ar, payable in advance. / The Eleventh Hour At the'eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, the guns fell silent along the Western Front. The World War was over. Loving and reverent memory of the millions who had fallen before that eleventh hour has caused the world ever since to mark the day. There is something suggestive about •that eleventh hour. It is as though ^an unseen, unheard warning was being given that time is not unlimited, that Western Civilization had not squandered quite all its resources, that one last hour remained to prove that it could profit by experience and save its soul. __ It had indeed been the eleventh hour. France was literally "bled white," and could not have carried on much longer. Germany was just going over the brink of revolution. Only staunch Britain and her empire, and the unexhausted American might were still standing firm when that hour struck. The, chance offered by that last hour was badly muffed. Statesmanship fum- . bled when the fighting men passed the ball of world affairs to them. For 22 years the statesmen carried the ball, but failed to gain. And now/again, Western Civilization sees the clock upon the walls of time ominously pointing at eleven. . " ' It is as -though time had not moved, that all-the intervening years were a feverish'dream. For again, as in 1918, - the .ball is back in the hands of the " ., ,7 '- " ' •."'''• ' ' ' '^'fighting'men, passed to them by the statesmen who tried to carry it, but . couid not gain. And -again it is eleven o'clock. It is right and proper to remember - ; the men who died in the World War, ", to. remember them with tenderness and .;Iove/ They did their .job. They won 1 ."that respite at the eleventh hour which -"should; have permitted a rebuilding. - - They'"taught the lesson; it is not their - fault that "we refused to learn. ;^ So "it is fitting to turn for a moment - to yesterday's dead, even though a new "generation now marches in the ranks that knew their undaunted tread, and to turn once again to those deathless - words .of Lincoln, the most solemn memorial ever pronounced over the graves of soldiers: " r • . that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under'God, shall - have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people,. and for the people, shall not per- ish'from the earth." Gifts To Bethlehem It is not too early, the Postoffice warns, to begin, getting Christmas packages ready for mailing abroad to those few countries to which it is still possible to mail gifts. Uncle Sam will try to reach with his mails these countries: England, France, Scotland, Ireland, Spain, and Portugal. Mail to other countries customarily reached across the Atlantic is either most dubious or impossible. For most of Europe the war means a Christmas darkened and grim enough. Not even the little brightness of gift packages from friends and relatives in America will light the day. And there is a grim touch in the fact that among the shut-off lands is Palestine itself, the Holy Land where 1940 years ago the Magi came to a manger in Bethlehem bearing the first Christmas gifts. Campaign Buttons and Tin Buttons The presidential campaign is over. There is no longer any use i'or campaign buttons, except for a few that will be saved as souvenirs or gravitate into historical museums. In the meantime, the government is piling up metal reserves, and is storing up tin. Inasmuch as the Republicans are estimated to have put out 50,000,000 : Wi{lkie buttons and the Democrats 21,000,000 Roosevelt emblems, the whole lot would make a pretty impressive pile of scrap metal for use in the defense program. As they were melting in the furnaces of some great armor-plate or shell plant, they -would make a good symbol of the manner in which partisanship must fuse together into one united purpose to be strong. A Glimpse of Sunlight A hundred and fifty' years before - Christ,. Greek city-states, highly-cultured, were overrun by hard-boiled soldiery from the. west, the Roman Lc. gions. .Corinth, one, of the glories ;of Greek.civilization,'.was left a mass of wreckage. The centuries marched slowly by; . new layers of soil piled atop the site of these old Greek cities. Within the past hundred years studious men began digging in-these sites, and their eyes were dazzled by the imperturbable beauty of some of the things they found. A stainless-steel world gazed admiringly at the lovely vases, the cunningly-graved coins, the perfect statues that came up. from the earth. Today American archaeologists who have been digging up such objects are burying them again. For again they are in danger of destruction by more terrible forces than the Turkish explosives that smashed the Parthenon. After 2000 years these relics of a vanished civilization saw the light of day but briefly, to find that the world has not changed as much as some would like to think. SIDE GLANCES - -'••&X 4 -> l v<:»->i^V^7_.-:.>-A' COPft. 1940 iV MA SttVICf, IMC. T.Vl. MC. U. S PAT. Off,: • SERIAL STOBY BY W. H."PEARS GOALTOGO 'COPYRIGHT." 1940: NEA SERVICE. INC, 1'ESTERDAY: LuudU i* furioiiM when .the icrub team plow* "And we've walked all day without seeing a lliingl" THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson BO»y CONTAINS AL-A\OST AS A\UCH WATER, PROPORTION- ATED/, AS A COTfL 1*40 BVMA KXV1CE. C:0/V\JET , LAST -APPEARED* AND IT IS SCHEDULED TO BE BACK ABOUT HAT IS THE CORRECT PRONUNCIATION OF the varaily, u»lne Iluck'M play. He order* Ilill from the Held.. BUI report* the iucldent to liuclc, dixcoverM Duck bun au otter 1o ««ll uiovie cuiu«raM to football coacke*. lli» work will take him u«-uy. Hill plead* with him to Avoir, rent. Meau\vliilc, he 'reiucni- berg Du(. * * * CHAPTER V /~iN Saturday the West squad ^ journeyed to Clayton and absorbed a 34 to G beating. On Sunday the Clarion • carried a scorching column by Pat Hurly: "With a wealth of excellent material at his disposal, Coach Landis continues merrily to squander it on defeat. . . ." On his way to class Monday morning, Bill met Drowsy Peters, \vho said slyly, "The wolves are starting to howl, Bill. And the power of the, press is at .work, as they say in journalism class. Everybody's betting Landis won't finish the season." "So what?" Bill demanded irritably. "What can I do about it?" "Oh, nothing." "Drowsy" winked and jerked his -thumb at Dot Skelton, whose slim legs were just disappearing around a corner. "I jusl thought you might like to think over my idea about Dot. . . ." # * * TVOT was in the cafeteria a noon. She smiled meltingly a Bill and he surprised her by smiling back. But he couldn't bring himself to go over to her table He knew what Buck would say about making up to a girl because she had influence. All afternoon and dining th early part of the evening Bil fought with his scruples. finally .made up .his mind. wouldn't just play up to Dot; he'd really like her. After all, she was cute and pretty. A fellow didn't have ,to go with just one girl, did he? He'd never told Helen they were going steady. ... Dot carne in to Peskin's that evening with three girls. Bill girded himself for the attack. He felt like a heel as ho said with a smile, <c Hello, Dot." "Why, hello, Bill." She raised lovely green eyes to him. "Do you know, Bill, that you've, smiled at Bill Asks Dot to Go To the School Party; Helen Is Neglected • ' '• 'I was just telling the' girls I think with me. With that awful sack bandit at large it isn't safe for a girl to be on the street alone. Do you think so, Bill?" "No," Bill said with a gulp. For a horrible moment he was left poised on the brink of the question. Then, setting his jaw, he plunged over. "I'm finished at 10 Dot. If you're really afraid, I—I guess I could go with you." "Oh, Bill!" Dot uttered the words as if she were accepting a proposal of marriage. "That would be just grand." ± E top of Dot's head just cam to Bill's shoulder as they walked, and when she turned t talk to him her hair brushed his face with fragrance. "You've changed, Bill," she told him. "Maybe I've always liked you," Bill said, trying to believe his own words. "But your father's a big shot and I'm—" "Bill! How silly-." Bill retreated a step, but toe ate. Satin-soft lips pressed hare against his mouth. "You're a nice joy," Dot murmured. "I'm to see you often, aren't I?" Bill watched her slim, figure vanish up the v/inding driveway! then he turned slowly homeward! His lips tingled from Dot's kissl guiltily he brushed his hand acrosJ them as. if to wipe the feelipj away. TJEEP in thought j he didn't seJ •^ Helen until he was almost oil his own. porch. She was standing in the shadows of the big maplj and called his name softly. "Bill, I've got the grandest surj prise. Guess what?" "What?" Bill asked, dully. "You don't sound very inter] ested," Helen laughed. She steppej closer to him, her eyes sparklinl in the street light. "Bill, mj brother gave me money to get new dress for the dance. I'm sj thrilled I could cry." "That's fine, Helen," Bill said. She stiffened. "Is something wrong, Bill? You don't even seerj glad." "Sure I am, Helen, but . . ." "BUI Mentor, what ails you?" Bill said painfully, "Helen, I—I me twice today?" - Bill fumbled smooth to say. for something 'I guess all the fellows smile at you, Dot." "All except one," she said with an air of pique. "A girl always likes a fellow that's-a'-little . . . well, aloof." . •••. Dot's three companions watched this display of technique in silent Admiration. When Bill returned with the orders, Dot continued: "Well, a fellow has to consider those things, Dot. If Buck had a good job somewhere, like coaching, I'd feel different. But just because he can't get around without canes, they won't give him a chance." "You mean if things were different for your father you'd like to see more of me?" Bill hesitated, then said faintly, "Yes." Dot was an opportunist. "Like taking me to the dance Saturday night?" "But I've already . . ." "You know, Bill," Dot interrupted shrewdly, "I've always sale Buck Mentor would make a swel coach. If I tried, I could sel Father on the idea. The rest of the board just does what he tells them and he's pretty crazy about his little daughter. . . ." The big white Skeltou mansion loomed up ahead. Dot slid her hand into Bill's. "I could do a lo for someone I liked, Bill." Bill's throat was dry, but he managed to pry the words loose: "Dot, I'd like to have you ... I mean, will you go with me to'. to the dance Saturday night?" "Why, Bill, honey!' -You're the sweetest boy in-the world'to invite me. I think 111 : give you a kiss." can't take you Saturday night." Helen seemed to shrink dowJ into the shadows. "Bill, I don'l understand. You're joking, aren'J you? Why, we've planned this fo| weeks. You must be joking." Bill cleared his throat, but thl choking lump remained. "I can'l "I—I'm sorry." "But—" She turned away frorJ Bill a moment, and he knew shf was crying. He blinked his ,eye| and almost wished he could cr>| too. He felt like it. She turned, dabbing at her eye<| and smiled. "I'm sorry to be sudl a baby, Bill. It was just that r<| counted on it so, and the nevl dress seemed to make things perl feet. But I understand how it i| if Mr. Peskin makes you work." Bill said with desperate honest}! "It . . . it's not Mr. Peskin, Helen! I—well, I'm taking another girl, f "Oh Helen pressed taul knuckles against her mouth. "An | other, girl ..." Bill nodded miserably. "Do| Skelton." "Bill, you couldn't Sud denly Helen's crumpled little figj ure straightened in defiance. "I—T I hope you have a ... wonderful time, .Bill," she choked-- ; -With • j sob, she whirled and fled into thjl house. (To Be Continued) Used To Danger, Movie People Don't Mind-Working With Lions y ANSWER: According to President Roosevelt,-it is pronounced "as if there were one o, and with the accent on the first syllabic, namely, ro-ze-velt." ..-.,_.,, • NEXT: Is your bat:k «s sensitive as your tongue? Home Demonstration Council Will Erect I have no uncertainty'that we will be able to Place America in an .impregnable position-A F Sloan, General Motors chairman CSCEOLA. Ark.. Nov. 9 .—Officers for 1541 will be elected, the outstanding club member and the outstanding club will be selected at the annual Fall Council Meeting j of Home Demonstration clubs to I be held in Osceola Tuesday. Nov. ! 12. it is announced by Miss Inez j Kincaid, home demonstration agent j for South Mississippi county : Mrs. C. E. Lynch. Victoria, president • of the County Council, whl preside at the all-day luncheon meeting beginning at 10:30 at Os- OUT OUR WAY cecla Ki?h School. Assisting in arrangements arr Mrs. E. S. Wildy. Etowah. vice-. President, and Mrs. Gilbert Lyncl: ;ecretary.' of Victoria. Among the speakers lor the pro- Tram are Charles R. Coleman -resident of Mississippi Farm Bureau, who will County discus? Farm Organization; county agent E. H. Burns, who will outlir.r "What Farm Women Should Knew About AAA." Mrs. Earl Wildy of Etowah will present practical plans for a "Cotton Christmas for Arkansas" while Mrs. N. N. Speaks. Stcwah. will discuss "Woman* Place in National Defense." A display of hooked rugs will be shown. By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE " with Major Hoople I'O BET /\ MILLIOM TH*T THIS IS JUST HOW SUTLERS GOT STA"RT&C)/ SOME kip MAMHD JAMES, WITH /X MAR^EP SISTER. SORROWS' STUFF FROM HOME —"OPEM TH' I>06«., JAMES, CAM'T VOU SEE HEC, AR.MS IS FULL.! "-HEMCE BUTLERS/ YOU KNJONWTH/ST FROM ll WHV. MOTHERS GET GRAY sfoW-00 — 'EGAD, IAD$,£ AGA&vVUEN I SAW SOU IN EVERV MUSCLE AND FIBER-**' ^ CAR OW HAD ONE WHEEL RESULT OP LIFTING A STREET ) At^D A PAIR OF HANDLES CAR. BACK ONTO TUB TRACKS ^ ^'OU LOOKED LIKE AM AFTtRNOONi— KAFF~- lift STUFF ED ESWGAO TfcANEUMfc.s £\y. tvMLES ;FEEL A err FAINT^-OO vou 7 SY DO&TCPM.'— ALLTHKT WASIMATS RME S £ THE OWLS WE NOO PUSHED TV^T WAPPEM TO HP\ME A SPOT BR AM W ABOUT ? «*- MOT SMBLUM& OH/3 |v\v BftCX.' A HALF MORE- , IT'LL AN BEFORE UE CAN LOSE: ELECTiOM Edutc Albert crazy about it. he buys ice cream fcr the lions, and they're even!" The wiry little Roth has bed vith zoos and circuses 41 yearsfl since he was a 12-year-old Hung&'f an. immigrant who ran away fro] a foster-family in Bethlehem, P[ and found a job as cage-boy Louis Ruhe'a big animal farm '< Long Island. Forbidden to see the train work, he bored a couple holes in wall and covered them with ; swinging patch of tin. After tX years of breathless observation, ; knew every trick. At 16 T with a other 'animal farm, he got a bre: when one of the cats in an a killed its. trainer. Within a mon Roth was dragging the killer arou!; by the tail and riding him acre the arena. \ Of the cats, which he calls "r.. babies" or "my doll ings,", rive a completely movie-broken and p r no attention to anything excr Roth. His special pet is Tony, whi; just finished a role in "Chad Ha; na."'and got an awful shock du : ing it. One scene called for Ro^j doubling for Ccmedian Roscoe to get Into the catro and lie do"| with the lion. Roth had. to weanl pink flannel nightshirt, strip!] stockings, a wig and a false like Atcs'. • "So I sneak in real quiet," «£ Roth, "and Tony's asleep. E ; when I touch him he turn his he and — whoosh! — he almost Vrciigh de top or dc cage near ,-uid he carry on something torrid "It's that damn pink nightsh'] an' do stockings. I yank up BY PAUL HARRISON t.ini. HOLLYWOOD Nov. il — Every- OXJ.Y TRAINER body on the set of "The Wagons IS WORRIED Roll at Night"' is being very non- wiion Paramount WHS making chalant about- having nine large "King of '-he Jungle." Buster lions parked around the sound Crabbc led Jackie the Lion around stage. Eclriie Albert, who plays their the lot on a rope leash-. One noon trainer in the picture, has been I TC ^ w \ ^ 1C trainer took Jackie in- i buying and feeding them ice cream, to the cafe, put liim up at their which thp lions are crazy about. lablo and fed him a quart of icc j An:l when there'-were'''scenes to cream. Only reaction from the | ! ce fiUv.cfi in the arena with five lunch crowd was. "Well, look at \ \ of the car.s. nobody seemed to get the CIHO lion over there!" j j nervous. Director" Ray Envight. Cnlv porson'who's worrviug about (Script Clerk Wandra • Sybald, the the at Warner's'is Loute camera crew, a couple of . gnps and RoU , thc man who ^\ ned t | lcm Eddir Albert went right in with the and thc Qn]y person ' t Viey'll obey, trainer, whose'only instructions of course, the safctv of plavcrs and were, "Keep-still and don't try to crew is his respon5 ii,iiity but what's pet my clollings." really bothering the veteran'animal Hollywood people just, seem to man is that his cats' discipline is assume nightshirt an r show Tony my Ipan I pat him. I say. 'Baby, it's rr Don' you know Louis, your papa Demonstration Club News Notes rian AH Day Mcsluis ^ Plans for an all day meeting !; the Dell Home Demonstration clr ? | were made at a meeting of group Friday afternoon in community house. Nineteen metfj bers were present. Work on the studio couch be begun at the all day nieeti| to be held in the community hotfl Thursday. After the Dinging of Arkans'£l that everything they're going to sutler. jo rio is perfectly safe and "Desc goofie people, tiey make • aud the reading of the club coiie that all reasonable precautions have £0 uioch troubles for me!" he com-1 Mrs. M. W. Lewis called Ihc niet been taken. I went to a cocktail p i a i n>Si —wan girl has de bag for! in gto order. Mrs. C. A. Smith re, party at John Hewlett's house one knitting and pokes it to de bars..! the 23rd Psalm, and Mrs. Ls^ offered prayer. Mrs. j. \j. .gteve! srnve the history . ni 'rhnnksiiivj^ Day. • .j Hike o t\vi;{.iv,OLorcd bomber. The,'You tease a lion, an' he's not, to.i Duriiig the r^ociul ivuur, Mrs. J. ; Icnly iic^oi-i \v!io paid 'him nuicti nice wit people any more. Dtsc | TLUwdl. and Mrs. j. y. Hendersf' I attention \viu ;tn actress who kept goofie people, too, dcy forget an' [ served sandwiches, relishes a; trying to coax him to^lap a Mar- lean" right up'against de cage bars, hot'chocolate to the members. time and I here was an old tiger ' rr lion £ r ab it nn' lear it there wlio \vrnt- around nibbing to pieces, ym! den etc girl is mud. i'fi;ur,t<(, pr-upir';, legs and : purring tjlic miijUta lost. au. arm. So silly! o Uvin-iv.ctorcil bomber. The/You

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