The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on November 25, 1940 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, November 25, 1940
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BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS MONDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 194U BLYtTilEVILLiE COURIER NEWS '""'*• . TOE COURIER NEWS CO. f-.. ft. W. HAINES, Publisher t: J. GRAHAM SUDBURY, Editor *. SAMUEL F. NORR1S, Advertising Manager ^"^Sdle National Advertising Representatives: •2 Wallace Witmer Co., New York, Chicago; ue- "" troit, Atlanta, -Memphis. f Published; Every Afternoon Except Sunday^ t Entered as second class matter at the post•'" office at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of congress, October 9, iei7. Served byhe United Press SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blytheville, 15c per by mail in postal zones two to six inc $650 per year; in zones seven and eight, per year,.payable in advance. dies remained refined. His songs re riiaiiied clean. So they captured the fancy of both young and old. So they gave their author, who died . at 38, ii sure immortality and a hold on the affections of the plain people that is hard to match. t SIDE GLANCES •— Foster Conies Into His Own New'York University has announced " the election of Stephen Collins Foster : to its celebrated campus Hall of Fame. rpt_ ,,«,S,ArciKr fWs HOt hOllOl' FOStCl' The university does not so muc has it honors itseU. Much lesser men have been chosen in past times. Foster is the first musician to be selected and the one most deserving.^ He calls to .mind the famous words ot Andrew Fletcher of Saltoiin, who, flourished in the latter part of the 17th century. "Give me the makings oL' the songs of a nation and I care not who makes its laws." Many laws have been written in the United" States, but it is doubtful whether the authors of any of them will ever. reach the immortality that is Foster's. A whole nation sang his songs just before the Civil War. A whole nation is , still singing them, even in this age ol jazz and swing. His compositions have attained the one .guarantee of lasting life—they have become genuine folk songs. And the wonder is that it was Foster • who wrote them. Not that he did not have .musical genius. In fact, like most musical and literary geniuses, he started young, his first song being published when he was only 16. Foster was born in the north near Pittsburgh but he became the. veritable poet laureate of the slave days in the south. When he drilled down to Kentucky. he seemed to breathe in the very jspul of tiic colored folk. He had musical * rhythms like theirs. He. had 'senti- * ments often' like .theirs/ He understood > their deep love of the very country in I. which they were enslaved. ; His "Old Kentucky Home" has be- I come the official song of the Bluegrass 7 State. His'"0ld Black Joe," "Old Folks ~ at Home'' (Suwanec River) and "Mas- 1 sa's in the Cold, 'Cold Ground" are ' American classics. Maybe Foster had his happy days, but many of his songs arc mournful. And the chances are that his sadness • came from the mishaps of his own life, a life which he himself helped to ^ spoil by bis improvidence. r There were nights when he did- not ^ know where he would lay his head. " There were days when he was thread; bare. There were mealtimes when he went hungry. This, in spite of Hie fact that many of his published songs brought his in good revenue. There were nights when he sat on park benches with shabby down-and-outs. But nothing spoiled the natural decency of his mind and heart. His melo- Trdining an Army Of Craftsmen Well abreast of the country's plan for the training of a peacetime conscript army is a voluntary scheme for the training of unemployed men in highly technical mechanical lines: Westinghouse has set a patriotic example in this regard by lending some of its most expert craftsmen to the teaching forces. Out of grgcen men, thus taught, will be created a new force of welders and machine tool operators capable of taking much-needed, places in shops vital to the nation's interests. The educational work is already being carried on in schools in Jersey City, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. With other companies following this lead, the nation in time will have a new army of skilled workers in the shops as well as a new army of soldiers in the cantonments. COPB. 1MO BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. KEG. U. S.' FAT. Off. SERIAL STORY BY OREN ARNOLD DUDE COLLEGE COPYHtGMT, 1MO. NKA SERVICE. INC. YESTERDAY: Andre in unu- mi:ill>- iiiu>re*ted in the Mexieuu Vorkiiijj with hi>r, he d«>- 4-iilrM, will lie a iiK'agurc. 1C hi* I*lan» nut-feed. . . . lie huy* u car, liiuiHelf MM a icucNt «t it ruiu-b. At n filling *<H<lon lie *f.i-x the THontoj-H /(fir! again, overhear* xome Ktory aibout Ilon- nie'a bravery. * * * RONNIE TO THE RESCUE CHAPTER VI T>ONICA BAILEY felt that utter despair, born of terror, when danger is all around you and nothing is to be done. . She had slipped off her horse and crept forward afoot in sheer adventure spirit and curiosity. She lacked even the pearl-handled pistol that stayed in her plane. So, she couldn't flee and she couldn't fight, and a hundred yards of! an American officer was battling with five desperate men. rock, she came within 50 yards I she could show me the right place, of the embattled men. Then she and—well she just kept insisting, paused behind a rock about hip high. "I c-can shoot from here!" She said it, and she was physically She peeked rocks. out between two Hitler Is Still Promising ' Once upon a time there was a French king who promised every one of his loyal subjects a chicken in the pot. As a promisor Adolf Hitler beats him all hollow. Shortly before Hitler-started wars all' over Europe, the Fuehrer dreamed a great dream about every German owning his automobile. It was to be a people's automobile, ground out like German sausages. A plant was really started. A sample car was really built. Money was actually collected from the workers. But no cars have ever been delivered. Now he has dreamed another gigantic dream—^nothing less than the building of six million homes in the ten years after the present "war ends. A man cannot skin a v rabbit until;hc has caught Itr. ••••• •• .Even a' dictator can't build on thai scale until he has won his war and gathered enough money to pay the building piper. "I had just aboul won the lilllc woman over on an.ap- peiiscmenl basis when her mother stepped in." «AL1 •**ir SO THEY SAY Greece-ha's remained -true to the same ideals that Inspired her heroic defense 2500 years ago. —Harold S. Vandcrbilt, accepting honorary chahmanship of Greek War Relief Association in America. * * • Colicgc girls of today arc very well balanced emotionally and socially, but English grammar is something they don't seem to have been concerned with.—M. P. Nelson, the Career Institute. * • , » It is forbidden to Norwegians lo make provocative remarks about the German military . . . In thus connection I, remind people that the police are armed!—Chief of Police August Pcclcr- soh of Bergen, Norway. • * » Up 10 the present this war has been waged between a fully armed Germany and -quarter or half-amicd British Empire. We have not done so badly.—Prime Minister Winston Churchill. By William Ferguson IVASHINGIDN IS ON THE. M A BUFFALO DO THE- IMDIXXNJ AND BUFRALO RACE C> ANSWER: Indian faces right . . . buffalo, left. NEXT: Is MIC Indian population decreasin Actually, she had a side view of the little battlefield. She could see all five of the aliens—two of whom unmistakably were dead or wounded now. Suddenly she observed that Starr was no longer shooting. "0-o-o-oh!" It was almost a moan. "I wonder if 'he is—is dead!" • Fury began to replace the lear that assailed her, because those aliens had shot at her once earlier in this day and she had done nothing to cause it. She decided now that she must go back for help. Whatever had Mr. Starr meant, coming out here single-handed anyway? She crept back toward their horses. Her own had been tied near his. When she got there she saw the stock of the rifle in Starr's saddle "scabbard. She remembered he had worn two side arms, but— Then Ronica did a characteristic if foolhardy thing. - She took the officer's gun, opened it part way to see that it was loaded, and started right back to the spot she had fled from. Even before she got there she heard more shots. * * * LL right!" she heard Starr yell, and was happy lor it. "Come out of that with your hands up! Manos arriba!" He mixed his commands in English and Spanish, but the tone, not the actual words, told Ronica of his desperation. Somehow she he was blurting, possibly She crept to a huge boulder, then dropped to hands and knees and started crawling. She had the side view o[ the battlefield now, and by moving from rock to calmer than she imagined she could be. Muscles were tense. She lifted the rifle, rested on the boulder, and took a perfect, nerveless aim—a sharp bead...right through the sights and onto the torso of a man dressed in dark .clothing. Only the poorest of shots could have missed. "No! No-no!" She murmured that, too. Not aloud, but to herself. Try as she would, Ronica Bailey could not thus shoot down any man! All at once she shouted. "MR. STARR! I'M HERE!« YOU MEN—YOU BETTER DO WHAT KE SAYS!" Her words sounded inadequate, silly, she realized. Muscles had begun to tremble, and now she was too utterly frightened to speak with anything like the threat and menace she had mdant to put into ier voice. Instantly, somebody turned and shot at her. She didn't try again to call out and"I know just how it is, Mr. Starr! I am her father, but I—" Even Ronnie smiled then. "You'd think I was a terror," she said. or aim closely. back. She just shot The rifle thumped her shoulder. She sat back, astonished, and gazed at the-thing before she thought to pump in. a fresh shell. Quickly then, she raised up arid shot again. All at once she heard voices calling, and while she didn't understand the words, she did hear Starr. She peered over her rock again to see three of the men "No, ma'am," Starr resumed. "But I am here to say this—-whenever you want anything from the U. S. Border Patrol—anything in the world, miss—why you just whistle. And you, too, Mr. Bailey. As you know, we have a force of men guarding the line between the U. S. and Mexico to catch aliens slipping in and narcotic smuggling and any criminals we can. And if it hadn't been for Miss Ronnie here—" "You say those were not Mexicans, Mr. Starr?" Bailey asked. "No, sir. Japanese. Hadn't expected that. "We don't catch many here." "And they weren't aliens, after all, but American born?" "Yes, sir. They had proof of that. Fingerprint records, photos, birth certificates, everything. All I can file against 'em is an unlawful weapon charge, and resisting an officer, and they can plead misunderstanding and mistaken identity and all to that, even. But that don't make Miss Ronnie's help any less impor—" "I know, I know, Mr. Starr. But—see here, what would five men be doing out on the desert that way?" Mr. Bailey's face was intent now. He looked closely at the officer. "Said they was hunting." "You—believe that?" "Well, 7io sir. Nothing to hunt standing, arms high. They glanced first toward her and then toward Starr, .who was coming forward now with both pistols drawn. She saw him handcuff the men together, but when she heard him call out to her she was shaking too much to answer. * * * /~)N the front porch of the Bocking R Ranch, Thomas U. Bailey sat staring fondly at his daughter. She had been home less than an hour, and the tan, strong-faced Border Patrol officer had done most of the talking so far. "Well, I'll be eternally damned!" Mr. Bailey repeated himself often. "Ronnie, you'll get into scrapes no matter where I put you. I had thought that out here—" "Hold on, Mr. Bailey," Officer Starr interrupted. "If it hadn't been for her, I'd be a-corpse, and no fooling! They thought 'I 'had big help. I admit I shouldn't have let her go along, but she said now. Especially with just pistols." "Urn," Mr. Bailey meditated a moment. "Look here, Mr. Starr, you appear to be a level-headed man. And you are a federal officer. I—Ronnie, call Fabian to bring out some refreshments,'eh?'* Ronica, slightly surprised, nevertheless got up to obey. Fabian, the Mexican cook, would be in the rear somewhere, she knew. * » * \X7HEN she was gone, Mr. Bailey spoke again to the Border Patrol man, but in low tone. "Mr. Starr, do you know why I am out here? Besides my health, I mean?" "I have my ideas, sir. Nothing official yet, but—well, I know you manufacture bombing planes, and 'there's a new bomb sight, and—" "Exactly, Starr! Now, sir- about these men, do you "suspect' what I suspect?" • • Officer Starr nodded. Ronica was back on the porch. (To Be Continued) 1 ing concoctions from the jute mill (and even the kitchen. Shoes made in the prison also were on exhibit. Poems and Music The educational exhibit includ- 1 cd short stories, essays* musical compositions and poems. Many oi' 1 the convicts arc enrolled in the i extension course of these subjects from the University of California. The prison band provided music for the entire gala occasion. It prided itself especially on one of Wine Storekeeper Finds War Ruins Business San Quentm Exhibition Is I its own compositions. It was en^- I (-:*•! „,» . Open To The Briefly Publi I titled: 1C Rules Precise In Emergency For Airliners SAN QUENTTN. Cal.. Nov. 18 <UP>—San Qnentin prison's record routine report at drsipnatcd points..'"Walled World's Fair" has ended its run—a urcat .success, estimated ai. more than 10 times greater tlnvn the first one held last year. COLUMBUS. O. <UP> —"I can't, tight the whole of Europe. I -surrender." exclaimed Byron Goldsmith, several thousand miles away from military hostilities a,s he closed up his Columbus wine store. First came the Spanish civil war. Columbus citizens took sides and Spanish wines were boycotted. The public boycott, was extended to Rhine wines when Hitler began to • "I'm on the Verge of a Merge With an Angel." Forty-two of the trustees and | shunnccl Goldsmith's Italian wines. :uiu-fis as ushers for piloting the Italv blockaded Greece and stopped march. Italv entered the war and people then UK "pmcrsrucy procedure "Oes into operation. Radio calls arc made to the air- SALT LAKE CITY. Utah —Commercial airlines coopcraiing with federal air regulation agencies have worked cut an elaborate i "emergency procedure" for use j when an airliner fails to report on • schedule to its base. i Carefully plotted charts show where every airliner -should be at any moment of a scheduled cross- country flight'. ' Dispatchers wait 10 minutes after the pilot fails to make a institution to br upon to 'he public—nearly 3.(JDO persons visited the fair and .saw more than 7.000 exhibits which the 5.300 pris- madc during the past on display. Rule.s were let down this year so liner and if no answer is received j During the few .hours—rthe long- within another 10 minutr.s all jest period that, prison rules permit radii chuhnrl.s air suspended and the Civil Aeronautics Authority is asked to -stand by. Intermediate stations are con- ,.„„„ ,. A)111J tacted and askec! to listen for the;oners had plane. After 50 minutes . pass and I year WC vo no word is received of the plane, j Rule.s \v; airlines declare nn "emergency" 11 lint, women also could attend the and authorities arc called to or-j fair and they did much toward canize an aerial search party for' ma kinpr thr 200 attendance of last :,,« v^no 'year .some 15 times Boater this public through the fair, and many of the prisoners were permitted lo explain their own exhibit. With the close of the .second "Walled World Fair,' 7 within a few hours after its opening, the 5.300 prisoners at. once set themselves to the task of preparing new exhibits for next, year's exposition, which will last again—for a few hours. exports of Grecian wines. Then no Hungarian, no French and very little Portugal wine came, to Goldsmith's store. So he" closed it. ''victim" of "unsettled international conditions." ihc OUT OUR WAY By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople F. I t I WAMT TH' GUM FOR. THE 1 WANST \T THIS HORSE.' CONFOUND NO WORt ASOUT GST BkCK UPTOWN AMD \CST TvA\MG I WEPsR V=> RlT, WILL YOU?' ©SAO,I HAVE BEEM f\4E 613TT, TUATYOU'v/E BEEN TAKING h OF CEASELES§ JOKES FORTi-AE \ A FINER INS CORPORATION «|<5>EMERAL DAY9/^~I WAS STUPED TO FALL T RMANCE AND 60T SPUN FORlFOR. SUCH A SCWBAE,! ADMtt \ *25 / ^ ALL I'ME GOT TO -<% UM-KUN-VP -u*/BV .1WE WAV, |W WATCH IS SAY 1G YOG MOST MA\JE A V'} IN PAWN FOR &2.5 AMD I MfeS IT GORELY FOUR-STAR RAT1M6 ONi TUP SUCKER U£T BY The first picture postcard sold in England changed hands on the summit of Snowdon in 1894. , Cyclist, &!, I.ikcK Long Trips PIOLYOKE. Mass. (UP)—Sixty- three-year-old Joseph Brin Bicycles 155 miles to New York City in nine hours and has made more than 50 trips. HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis year. By general consent, the "piece clc resistance" of the fair was a mini- i aturc chaprl. lighted from the in- | t.nrior and with "a tiny pipe organ that played rral music. Wide IlHtipc Covered Other miniature sets ranged] from ships to houses and entire > missions some of them represent- j ( ing every moment of unoccupied time which, some prisoner, had had during" the en Lire past year. The "art palace" contained about everything from oils and water color? to etchings, mosaics, rag russ and an. pottery. Many of these . exhibits v/ere made by prisoners i who were export artisans -in thai j I line before they became convicts. j Tntrrrst amonsr the prisoners in | ; the fair was j;o great that'some' of j ;thcm enteiTti rts many as 20 ar- j ! tides each. ' j \ Utmost inccmiity was shown. by] the manner in which any piece of material of any kind whatsoever th!<t. frll into 'ihe hands of M»^ pi'.ijsoncrs di-riim the year wt»s con- vrrfrd into \\\\ n.xhibil. Stray buttons, matc.ii stjr-i;s. r3i;^c»rded tooth- brusli hand Irs were all converted into somethi 1 % cither beautiful, useful or JUM plain clever. Along with the exhibits, were others of all the manufactured articles thai arc regularly produced in the prison's work shops. Tailored clothes from the tailor shop, period furniture and kitchen fixings from the carpenter shop; Hue j "YoifU bcllcr go up and ring llicir doorbell dear—I don'I tccls turned out by the machine ii\;,-,i- imnl-inrr^lnps anv ftnmll" IY NIA S«V!«;"INC"T. M. src. u. s. PAT. OFF. shops; and beautiful and interest-' lliink honking .does .any

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