The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on January 10, 1941 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Friday, January 10, 1941
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PAG! FOUR BLYTHEVILLE. (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVTLLE COURIER NEWS ., THE COURIER NEWS CO. H. W. HAINES, Publisher *"', SAMUEL P. NORRIS, • Editor J. THOMAS PHILLIPS, Advertising "Manager 'Sol* National "Advertising Representatives: Wallace Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis'. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the poet- office at Blvtheville, Arkansas, under act of Congress, October 9, 1917. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By. carrier- in the City ol Blytheville, I5c per week, or 65c per month. * By mail, within a radius of 50 miles, J3.00 per year, $1.50 for six months, 75c. for three months; by mall in postal zones two to six inclusivet $6.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, tlQ.W per year, payable in advance. Tide of the Future Now. at last, you can begin to feel the rising of a mighty tide. It is a Tide of the Future, and it is freighted with the- burden of a new world. There are waves, true, and one ot them has been described by Mrs. Lindbergh. She sees the- world helplessly driven forward by a wave which washes it toward a life more nearly exemplified by totalitarianism than by freedom.. But that is a Wave of the Present. It" is the wave that has engulfed France, and Norway, and Holland, and Belgium. Beneath and beyond this wave there is a mighty tide, and it is a tide of freedom. The time for quivering and quaking is past.- The time to higgle over "what will the totalitarian^ do?" is past; The time is past, to cower before their advancing wave .lest we be temporarily submerged. The time to quibble over "Just how democratic is England?" or "What have the English done to India?'' is past. Whatever they-are. whatever they have done, they fight the fight that promises most for freedom: They ride securely on the tide which now begins to rise, .slowly but perceptibly now. toward a free world. It is too late, again, to look back to 3918 and the dream that was dashed into a million pieces—the dream of a peaceful decent world, the dream of '-'a world tit for heroes to live in." We won that war and lost the prize':-' But that world, that prize, remains infinitely desirable. Thank the Nazis for one thing, anyway. They have shown us that the world of the future cannot be the world of the past. That much is clear. The security w h i c h the Nazis now promise their people is a security which every country must achieve. Few clearly-stated war aims have come from Churchill, but every word from England is that the.ancient, world of privilege and position is dead. This time the heroes are going to make their own world. It is on this great Tide of the .Future that the President has launched the United States, even though to sail , some waves must be breasted, r those waves will mean war the United States, we do not vet They may, whenever the Na*i leaders believe.the United State, is no more dangerous at war than as thi- arsenal of democracy."' Wexlo not know preciselv lo what •sort of brave new world this tide of future ls bearing us. No blueprints are drawn, no guarantees established. Ill detail, in manner of administration, no doubt, it'will be strangely different from what we have known. jf> We know only that we cannot be wrong 1 in steering directly toward the Four Freedoms to which the President has rightly dedicated all our strength —freedom to speak and to express ourselves, freedom to worship God each in his own way, freedom from want, and freedom from this ever-impending fear of war which has made the world a nightmare for 20 years. Let us take courage, then, whatever we face, from the fact that while Waves of the Present may for e a K against us, we ride the Tide of the 'Future. Foreign Language Barometer The choice of foreign" languages for study by college students always forms an interesting barometer of the state of the national mind. Students are influenced sentimentally, but also by their judgment of what they think is most likely (o be helpful to them in the future. They evidently agree with a great many of their elders that the future of the United Stales is going to be increasingly intertwined with South and Centra] America, for 100 colleges quizzed by F. S. Crofts & Co., publishers, reported registrations of 36,146 students in Spanish this fall, as compared with 29,739 in 1939. an increase of 21.54 per cent in a single year. French enrollments declined 15 per cent from last year, and German 3.29 per cent. More students are still taking- German than Spanish, though at the present rate of change, Spanish will soon predominate. These figures are a straw which shows'how the wind is blowing—southward. More Airfields If there is a single word dominating the iiational consciousness at this moment, it js "More!" More planes, more engines, more tanks, more ships, more arms, more soldiers. That being the national mood, it is comforting to learn that there are more airports, by 205, than there were last year. Donald H. Connolly, administrator of civiUeronaiitics, reports that on Jan. 1 there were 2658 airports >n the United States and Alaska, in- chichng seaplane bases: 738 municipal and 496 commercial airports, 289 (HA intermediate fields, 507 auxiliary fields, -1 naval, air stations, 69 army fields, and so on. More than 700 are lighted 'oi' night flying. I" addition, many fields have been enlarged, for newer and faster planes require larger fields for high-speed landing and takiiif <w T • i new airfields is impressive "for a single year, but it is only a hint of what is U> come. U * heart-breaking to and „„ American «o.nau burying democracy in quotation mark*. ""* *^"•^ IrvinEJ T^r*7*iin ^ 5 LJ[ ' JU!l on nnn Lmcihrrph'.s "Wave of (.he Future." The ideal Mate has never cted on earth, yet or V.MO,,. from Pbto to Woodrow Wilson never ceased «, picture il.-Dr David historian. SIDE GLANCES COPR. mi BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG, U. S. PAT. OFF FRIDAY, JANUARY 10, 1941 SERIAL STORY CONSCRIPTS WIFE BY BETTY WALLACE "Up norlh I'm my town's Irsl tailor, but do\va here they say I'm a character, so 1 hove to dress the part." THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson AVETAL SALVAGED FROM THB SCUTTLED GERMAN FLEET OF IQIQ WENT !NITO THE THE GIANT BRITISH LINERS C^tJEEN A\ARV AMD COPR. 19*1 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U. 5. PAT. OFF. VARIOUS PEOPLES OF= THE IT IS CUSTOMARY FOR, THE /^/>*7^Q TO (50 INTO CONFINEMENT • AFTER A BABY IS BORN. C-AN YOU NAME. THE SEVEN CONTINENTS* ANSWER: Kwopo. Asia. Africa. North America. South America, Australia, and AnUu'ctica NEXT: How sirtUrs register huge, earthquakes. Legends Linger Over January Garnet Stone Museum of Natural History. In one instance, however. rh<~ gem proved unlucky for Britisr. soldiers NEW YORK (UP)—The <.:: birthstone for January. pn.<;: I he power to ward of!" plains, .srsvr health, reconcile fuend.s nncl kerp thundnr t:\neo—or i so some people Mil! lifH'0. lu addition, it, i* consider-^ fighting the '" rebellion UUTOURWA AROUND WITH i_ON<5 GETTIN' SPY CONSCIOUS I'WHY, VE INVENTTEP. TH J SUBMARINE ^N; TANK, BUT WE'RE JUST GETTIN' TH' BLUE PRINTS, NOW.' The Hanzas. having run cut of ammunition, shot, the British with used r.s bullets. i In the American gar°-'- ! nets are "mined" by ants, the magazine revenls. Anthills in that region yield piqued i tiavnctK I *"* ^ c.i.s- a,m omnpcd on , | oll! . O f Iho ray .,r theiv uumols . R. WiMiams OUR BOARDING HOUSE " with Major Hoodie -r™ i i*~»v»*n.~_ . . _ ." !*^\ •— i -**• COPYRIGHT. 1941, NEA SERVICE. »NC. YKSTERDAY: 31 a r i h a. oiiciincMM with Paul uud Su^aiuie tf. AVheu a «lrl in lh« ollice Hint Mr. Elliott won't let lo wonder it «he In nf-ciitjf 1'uul <oo frequently. Cue ni^Lt, Ptiui arrive* at tUe uyurtmeijt without feuzanue. Tl»«y've «iuarrclc«l. Paul taken Murtlia to a Uot«l for din*» wnko Suzanne "burn." »he waltii. (or Puul to take fur u it ulrlug 1 , «ke overhear* Her nel^hborN. . . . "That iwan — at tli IK tUu« o( * * * SUZANNE PAYS A CALL CHAPTER V jy/JARTHA whirled in sick surprise. She peered out into ihe hal^ but whoever it was had already gone. The shuttle of feet on the stairs, going up, and the slamming of a door on the floor above, Iiowever, told her a second later that it must have been the stout, gray-haired school' teacher who lived with the thin, spindly piano teacher. "Neighbors!" she thought, furiously. "Dear, nosey, nasty-minded neighbors!" A moment later, Butch came bounding up the stairs. His tail •wagged, his little paws reached up — muddy, of course — and his eyes told her hov/ much he loved her. It was curiously comforting. She closed the door,, put the chain on, and thought, "The devil with them." * * * * JJUT the little incident stayed with her. For days, she could not shake it off. Once she passed the stout school teacher on the stairs, and she avoided the sharp eyes, holding her head high. She did not mention the incident to Paul. It was too ridiculous. The only thing that troubled her was that Suzanne did not telephone, and Paul did not bring her around again, as she had expected. The quarrel must have been more serious than she had realized. It was awkward, too, for now Paid came by himself. And she simply could not drown that feeling of eyes watching her as she left the apartment with him: eyes again as they said good night at the door. Bill's letters were short. Shorter than she liked. He seemed very cheerful, even happy. He dutifully said he missed her, sent her loads of love. "The only thing that worries me/' he wrote, "is how you're getting along. I 'hate to think you're lonely, or worrying about mo. The camp is swell, better than the Reception . Station. We're in winterized tents, barracks too. but I drew a tent. The first V> weeks here "are supposed to toughen us up: maybe that's the fdea of the tent. Darling, be sure to write me how you're getting on," Reading that letter one morning at her desk, she thought with surprise, "Fm getting on even better than I have any right'" Certainly she could not be lonely, having dinner with Paul almost every night, seeing movies with him, and going riding. One night they'd stayed in and played two-handed bridge. And one night they had taken' Butch for a long walk. He was so pitifully cooped, up. Pfcul said it would be better, perhaps, to put him out to board on a farm'he knew. She reacf" Bill's letter again. Suddenly she decided, "I'll' stay home tonight." She could not quite put her linger on what made her decide that ... * * * CHE told Paul while she was in his office going over some reports with him, ~"The round of gaiety is wearing me out, Paul. And I have no clean stockings left. I believe I'll fry myself a couple of eggs tonight and stay home." "I suppose a girl has to have some time to herself," he said. "And there's no danger of weeps any more, is there?"" "No. I'm getting quite accustomed to, being a widow." She added, honestly, "Rather too gay a widow, I expect." "Nonsense," he said. "Let's get back to these reports." She washed the stockings, and then stuck Butch in the bathtub and washed him. He whined and moaned piteously, as' he always did. This had always been Bill's task. After that, she straightened her bureau drawers. It was still only half past' 8. "What's the matter with me? One evening at home, and I'm bored stiff." The apartment seemed so empty! So quiet! She turned on the radio. She remembered that quiz program and Paul's voice saying that the Army didn't separate people quite as permanently as Reno. . . . "What's the matter'with me?" Definitely, it wasn't good to see him as much as she had been doing. And alone. Not that there was anything in it, but ... The telephone rang. She had asked Bill to call her long distance, in her last letter. "Pull loose from some change," she had told him. "You're rich .on. §21 a month, and I want to hear your voice. 1 " She didn't know if he could phone from camp. .Perhaps he had to wait until he ^got into town. Now that he was' in camp, she wanted to drive up next week- end. It was about 100 miles but Peg could make it. She picked up the telephone "Hello?" It wasn't Bill. It was Suzanne Decker. * * * "DRYING to get you on the telephone is about as hard as getting Greta Garbo," she said. "For heaven's sake, where have you been?" ^ "I've been out a lot," Martha admitted guiltily. "I was just thinking about it." "Out with Paul?" asked Suzanne. There was something tight in her voice. Something held back- waiting. . . . "Yes." She hurried on, "Whatever happened between you two idiots, anyway? Why don't you come around any more? I asked Paul, but he told me exactly nothing. What did you fight about if you did fight?" "Suppose I come over right now? I've wanted to talk to you. In fact, that's why I called." "Why, of course, come right over." She went to the bedroom, after she hung up, and looked critically into the mirror. Paul had said she wasn't looking so well. And Suzanne was always perfectly perfect; her hair glossy, each curl in place, her makeup artful. She couldn't explain to herself why suddenly she wanted to look well for Suzanne. It had something to do with the way the other girl had asked, "Out with Paul?" but she didn't want to think about that. Suzanne appeared, in soft black. Silver foxes were slung across her shoulders. Her mouth was very red, her voice very gay. But heV eyes were not happy. Martha saw that at once. Saw that there was purpose in the squared, slender shoulders; something beneath the mannered way Suzanne divested herself of hat, "gloves, furs and sat down on the sofa. "I called you at least a dozen times," she said. "We were out a great deal." There was a silence. Suzanne lighted a cigaret. Her fingers were shaking. "Martha," she began. "Martha.. I'm putting my nose into something that's none of my business, maybe. But—well—" "Don't apologize." Martha said. "What's the matter?" "You're sure Paul didn't tell you what we quarrelled about?" "No, I haven't the least idea." Suzanne took a long, deep drag on the cigaret. "We quarreled a bo ut" you," she'jsaid, yen" distinctly. •: (To Be Continued) • COME AND GET IT Who* to Eot in Winter— and Why Stored Fats Are Put To Work Durin '-rfr.rc- >ic» ty M.r. \duBoLs. a former food chemi.Si for the government, is a nationally recognized authority on diet. By WII.BliR I.. UuJJOJS. ^J- A. Fat is all right in its place, but, .nany of us havfi it in the wrong; places. It has n very importunt .imcricn to perform in the body .cononiy. The body is an adaptable ma- jhir.c and can use various sorts jf fuel to uu\kr its power. In aridi- .ion to carboliydrntes and pro,sins. fals !a;;y foods are im- ^onaiu sources 01 physical acuv- Thesr are oxit1j;:?ci in rho body to produce heat nncl energy and are sepecially valuable when \ve are exposed io low temperatures. The traveler by <los tvain in the far north rnrrios b.icon with nim as a ,stap!c ar;:r!»- of diet. The £skimo 'does wbely to order a \ cluchev .sandwich. His j-j-ioo has i -ic st.eain heat. When burned, fat produces twine 3s myrh energy : » ? an oqual amcunl of prol'-in or carbohv- warehouses. If we have a tendency to bullheadedness—wBll. at any rate beef fat is stored as suet These fats are. valuable reserves, if not overstocked, and in case ot emergency they are put to work. They are the most concentrated form of body fuel. It is remotely possible that on some cold day \vnen your energy requirements are high, you might not eat enougn iood lor bodily requirements. 'Then the reserves woiud be called out—the stored fats. Thus fuel burns more slowly than other energy producers. In a mixed diet, the greater the proportion of fats, inc longer \ne ioca-stays with you. The time of digestion is stretched out and the pangs of hunger that come from t-r.ft stomacn being emptied toj quickly are held off. A few slices of bacon or an egg aciusu co me breakfast: of cereal, toast, and coffee greatly improves the meal ns a starter on a winter morniug. It i s more heating and stk-ks to your ribs longer. .NliXT: Too much fuel. Drexel Institute Gets Manuscript Of Dickens PHILADELPHIA (UP\ — T h o original manuscript of Charles Dickens.' last complete novel. "Our Mutual Friend." and the only one outside the South Kensington Museum in England, has been placed en display at the Drexel Institute o/ Technology. The manuscript valued at $25,COO and two letters from the author and...a daughter were presented to D.exel oy tne laic George W. (JhiJos. Philadelphia n e w s p a p e r publisher. Tne letter from Dickens to Chads invi.ted him to visit at the DicKens nome. The or.ner leUer was from' the author's eldest Daughter, Mamie, and sougni. Chads' aid in. obtaining wonc lor uer brotner. Frank Dickens. DUring the mad dashes of Mercury r, trip around the" sun, the planet's temperature rises several Hundred degrees on the side ncxv to the sun. mit. on the dark side, remains at about 450 degrees below zero. HOLD EVERYTHING By Clydt. Lewis REL.^t !OM TO TkH VVWO SNORES DM PARK BEMCMES S'POSE IT'S 5A-E TO _ CIGAR. OM YQU ; .\IO\M TMAT Fats respond wlicn .von call out the reserves. par! of what f) itniredlatc down in the drare. bill i;"'<c in is The rest a? n Many !a!,'. ;UT stored away withotit. b"ing changed at all. If fat .xureo in. i)art is stored f;it.-not :>s the ealcr'.s fat. 11 -pork !'at arrive, a ]>ovUon if j)!i!, ;:vvny and e-ui or uicnlii'ioii a; i any as pis fat. •. Cur tissues arc perfect storage j "Tiusl my luck! J \vns flunking about a job an' this says I was born under Sagittarius aif'i bcllcr si in 19411" paper lighl

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