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PAGE THE irlyra^fcifCOURIER NEWS ' ,' TOT COCRnai NEWS CO. - H. W. BAMS, PuUtefcar •ote N&ttomJ Advertising Representatives: jtrkansM EfcUtes, Inc., New York, Chicago, De- Mi, St. Loul», Dallas, Kansas City, Hempliis. ILYMIVILLE, (ARR.K COURIER NEWS Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered u second class mater at the poet office at BlythevUte Arkansas, under act ot Congress, October 8, 1917, • Served by the United Press '. SUBSCRIPTION RATES '- By carrier In the City of Blythevllle, I5c per week, or «Sc per month. By anil,, within * radtus of SO miles, 13.00 per ytar, $1.50 for six months, 15c for three months; by maU in postal zones t»o to six, Inclusive, $8.50 per year; Jn zones seven and eight ,$10.00 per ye«r, payable In advance. Congressional Right to Look Ridiculous The proofreader is a noble person ; with whoin, unfortunately, people who have nothing to do with writing. :imt printing N never get acquainted. In ordinary newspaper offices,, a proofreader is frequently a preterrmt- urally wise person who sits ail day long "in a little cubbyhole and devotes himself to the melancholy task of ferreting out errors of grammar, spelling, fact, punctuation or typography in'tfie works of the hired hands. The brash young gentlemen of llic press have a way of speaking of .him as /'the comma hound." As creative souls, they gel irritable when their mistakes in the mailer of names, addresses and historical facts are called . to their attention; but at bottom they know that the proofreader saves tliein from --looking ridiculous, full many a .time,and oft. • , ATTof "which" is by way of introduction, to the fact that Uncle Sam lias a set of proofreaders on his payroll. 'They go over the matter which is printed in the Congressional 'Record— can one imagine a more soul-killing task?—and the most recent complaint , about them centers about the fact that they do their job too well. Congressman Maury Maverick >of . Texas makes the complaint. In a letter r to'the • Government Printing Office, he protests that the federal comma hounds make' congressmen, took wiser and more (earned than they really live. He ought/to know, for, he admits 'that they'recently performed -'thairftwor for him.' .'. Speaking from the floor of the house, Mr. Maverick referred the other day to pavid and his coat of many colors— •an.error which,, if spread on the' records, would have branded him forever either as a man .with a poor memory or as a distressingly inept student of the Bible. But the proofreaders-saved him; when the speech got printed, it spoke of Josleph, not of David. A little before that, continues Mr. • Maverick, a congressman spoke of Lieutenant -Hobson's -feat..of sinking' tlie Merrimac'in Manila'-Bay—an error of fact'to the extent of'some 10,000 miles. But the proofreaders came to-the rescue, and in the Congressional' Record the Merrimac was sunk where it belonged, in Santiago Bay. Tin's sort of thing, saya Mr. Maver- ick', is common. Congressmen are saved daily from all manner of : ridiculous errors by these G-men • of the.proof press. The Texan says he opcc knew a congressman whose grammar was exceptionally, ludicrously bad; but in the Record he always sounded like a college professor, so alert, and canny were the proofreaders. Which seems to us to be too bad. Our vaunted freedom ought to include the liberty of a congressman to make a spectacle of himself whenever nature so moves him. There never has been any tradition that our congressmen were models of erudition and classical English; (lie tradition, indeed, goes the other way. Proofreaders arc all right in their place, but the Congressional Record isn't it. Can't we read our .congressional speeches in all their glowing, pristine, unrelouchcd inaccuracy? A He.ro Dies It cnn't be said too often, especially right now. There are heroes of peace, as well as war. In Chicago,'Dr. Richard H. JafVe is dead. In China, a Japanese flyer is dead. Rack in his homeland, the Japanese flyer is honored a.s a hero. To the ancestral gods ia told the story of _ how he died flying against Japan's enemies. Those gods will also know the rest of the story, whether there are Chinese babies lying mangled in some gutter, or wandering helpless* and •.homeless. Tho^c gods probably will not blame the flyer himself, knowing that he was only the agent oC others. - • But Dr. Jaife is dead, too. He was •18 years old, an outstanding pathologist. When a mysterious disease struck down 18 •now-born"babies in a Chicago hospital, Dr.. Jaffe took up the 'fight. He worked night and day to save baby lives. Overstrained by the tension of the search, the urgency of the light, Dr. JafTe's heart gave way. Ho died. Who shall'.say. his death in. the effort to save babies was not more glorious than the death of those. whose work results in killing babies? . We regard lhc sanctity of contract as • transcending anything else.—Philip Murray labor leader. ' * » * We cannot place punitive (axes on Industry without stifling nciv enterprise and Jobs.—Herbert Hoover. * * • We u-niit no war with either Japan or Chlnn. —U. S. senator Arthur Capper, Kansas. * * * The time must come when Japan's military strength will be completely exhausted, thus giving us ultimate victory.—Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek. * * * House building has lagged during recovery because construction costs were Increasing ns rap- Idly, or more mplrtly, than national Income. —Mark Graves, ^cw York Oily. / * * • American crime begins Hi the American home. —J. Eetgar Hoover. OUT OUR WAY By Williams OH,THEM ~ WHY, THEM'S LITTLE WELL, GO AND THE SHOVEL AGAIN.' I'LL. SHOW .-you MOW I WAWT IT DONE.' WOT TH' PANCAKE TUIZUEe-THE SHOVEL! ,-SIDE TRACKS 50 ONE KIM STEP ASIDE ANOTHEE , DECEMBER 28,. 1937 SIDE GLANCES By Geore Glark "Thanks, lady—it's kind of you, (ml I've el nulhin' but turkey for the past week." THIS CURIOUS William ;L "'t' Ferguson NO (NS£CT KNOWN EMERGES PROM THE ' IN A CO/VJO/77O/V. IM HUNTINCSTON ', SAN. MAR/NO, IS A VOLUME OF THAT .WEIGHS OMLV . KAN5ANS MAVE A GREATER. EXPECTAT/ON OP* LIFE -THAN PEOPL£ OF ANY OTHER AREA IN THE VVOELXX IN Kansas, males have a life expectation of * 59.82 years Tiid females CI.02. U(ah is next with 55.39 and 58.61. respectively.' Tilt .63 and 23.31. NEXT: Do nil (rout have scales? Physical and Menial Relaxation Advised in Case of Overstrain Tbls is the mill and concluding article of a series in which I>r. I'lslibein /discusses cause, effect and treatment of nervous breakdown. - * • * (No. 4081 BY DR. MORU.IS FlSHBEIN Ediloi, Journal of the American Medical Association, and of Hygcia. the Health Magazine Complete relaxation tins-vers the >roblcm of overstrain. Coupled vllh thc drive of modern Imhistry n.d living nre thc financial wor- les of economic Imbalance, 'mere re a"! sorls of panaceas for over- train. Usually the man who wor- •les Is told to forget il. Thc ad- Icc decs not hcl)) because worry rentes a vicious circle. You worry first about what Is going to happen and then you worry about low to slop worrying. The problem of worry rtoes not Iwnys affect Trie aged or the mid- Imaged, In one college for girls, 35 consulted thc psychologic ad- iscr In a single year. Forty-four girls were found lo e suffering with severe nervous Islurbances; 13 were quite ill with real depressions; four hart serious sex problems; four hart efmlt* suicidal tendencies, some ad exceedingly minor difficulties hat might have led to serious roubles If they had not been alien in lluic. • » * The first slcp for those who lave nervous disturbances, wor- ies or misapprehensions, is '•' to oiisult a inedlcn) adviser lo make erlain that there Is no physical asis ior Inc. disorder.' A 'physician who has specialized in problems of the mind may be needed lo work out' (he menial background of n situation when no physical cause can be found, in either event it is highly desirable to work cut a good mental liygieno program. Mn):c lhc body as healthy as possible by proper diet, sleep, e;<- erciso, fHmshinc and outdoor air, <im! enough relaxation ami real durins the clay. Pew people really, know how lo relax both physically and mentally. There I 5 one system In which the pallcnt relaxes each muscle of lhc body systematically, one at a lime, until he is actually completely relaxed physically. There nre also systems for mental relaxation — from counting sheep to counting knots on a siring while repeating a formula Some people practice rhythmical breathing. Most people incline lo develop patterns for falling asleep. Thc doctor aids in such cases by thc power ot suggestion and by imparting confidence. There is no .use to saying "Don't" to anyone about his v.-orries. Physicians trained In the study of thc mind will determine the menial problem that concerns lhc pallcnt and by aiding the patient to understand his problem, frequently will dispossess thc mind of its worry. Everyone should be cautioned, however, about overwork and speed, Some pc.oplc hnvc n far greater «ipHcily ; .for effort, ami much more drive than do others but the sliced of modern lire under, many conditions is. too much for even the strongest. * ELINORE COWAN STONE CAST OP CHAHACTEHS MNDA DJWTO.V — H t r a I >it, * M y'it'. < ' r •' « '»"»>»« »ln»er. CAP.'!'. BAIillVMORl; 'fllEiVT— Hero, KMnic "dnrril«vll.» M III AN DA THKNT—Burrr- ninrr.'* -|mudiuofh«rr « a *ln»K < M'uiann," * * * Tttilerturi Captain 1'rtm It rt. »or<f« well nlmg an tke la.t It* Jf hi! rc.cui- Hlgkl. It IM lend, •owfvrr, n tropical Murm In kli 1'iilh might prove ill«n»lron». CHAPTER X AS Linda came downstairs next morning, Jefferson entered the dining room, with (he morning mail, "Telegram foh you, Miss Linda," he said, beaming broadly. The message read simply, "Be sure to see that Hie Duchess behaves herself. Barry." Old Miranda had one, foo. She read it aloud. "Don't forget Ihe Christmas tree. And how about chestnuts for slufling?" Then she picked up the morning paper. As she scanned the headlines, her fingers tightened on the sheet. Linda, standing just behind her, shamelessly read the lines • over her shoulder: CAPTAIN TRENT THOUGHT FORCED'DOWN. RADIO. SILENT 'As Linda stood there, the back of her hand light against her quivering lips, the olrt lady looked up, and for a moment their glances clung together in mute question. Then Mrs. Trent said briskly, "You may bring the coffee, Jefter- Eon." An instant later she added more kindly, "You see, my dear Miss Benton, I have become somewhat inured to this kind of crisis. My husband went through the Spanish-American War; my son, Barry's father, was in France. As for Caplain Trenl, he has been reported lost more times than I can recall." * t * ^LL that day .and the next reports continued to come in— conflicting, confusing, agonizing. It was not until the morning ot the third day that the airport called with something definite. Linda answered the telephone. When she suggested summoning Mrs. Trent, the man at the oilier end of thc line broke in hastily: . "Wail! You said you were Mrs. Trent's, .companion, didn't. you? Well, why don't 'we give you the her?" When the man had .told her what'he had to fell, Linda hung up the receiver as carefully as Jf it had been made of fragile glass. Sooner or later, old Miranda had said, a last'time comes to the best of them. Slowly she made her way upstairs and entered the old woman's room. Then, leaning against the closed door, her face paper white, her nails digging into her palms, she delivered her message parrot- wise, like a stiff-lipped, frightened child reciting a verse: "The airport called . . ". They wanted me to tell you . . . they've found his plane — in the surf—somewhere on the coast of Central America . . . They said -^-tell you they—had not given up hope." . "Ah, indeed!" said old Miranda slowly after a moment. , Perhaps she was remembering olher scenes in. which she, herself, had said to other waiting women, "But they haven't given up hope yet." For a moment she sat silent, her eyes closed; then she said, "You may tell George I shall not want the car this afternoon . . . And do go out for some fresh air, Miss Benton. You are looking rather pale. I—think I shall go to my room." * * * T INDA' must have walked miles •*-* that afternoon, but she was not conscious of being tired — only numb, and somehow apart in a gray, empty, dead world of her own. . . . The dead do not weep. Linda did not. When she dragged herself home through the little park, the Christmas tree was fiayly lighted— all silver n*id blue.. Candles were glowing 5a the windows, ' and people were hurrying along with brightly wrapped parcels, laughing and calling out gay greetings to one another. At the edge of the park she met the little dark man with the puckered, wistful smile who liad spoken to her that day when she had paused outside the church to sing with the choir the Christmas carols they were rehearsing. He called, "Merry Christmas, Miss Benton!" And she heard her own voice answering, "Merry Christmas!" Those few hours alone in her room that afternoon were old Miranda's one concession <-, to the frailty of the flesh. She,came down lo dinner,-a'-little b"a£gai:d, but very quiet. ' J -'"V *•' "-':' —• ..'~nw.vs they had had. suddenly shrilled.- The wrecked plane was un- Q doubtedly that in which Captain Trent had set out. It had evidently been tossed for hours by heavy seas before washing ashpre. • . .Several experienced flyers were quoted as saying that it was impossible that the pilot could have survived such a beating. And there was no apparent possibility of his having been picked up. Old Miranda heard it all with dry eyes; Ltnda with that numbed passivity that had held her since the airport had called this morn-' ing. Notes of sympathy, even flowers,' had been pouting in all day, and callers had begun to come. At the first arrival Linda rose and would have left Ihe room, but Mrs, Trent said swiftly, "Please do not go Miss Bentan. I may want you." So Linda sat down again. * * * |LD Miranda received her callers with stately calm, answering their questions courteously. But something in her bearing froze on their lips all but the most formal expressions of sympathy. • The Trent women, Linda gathered, did not permit others the liberty of being sorry for them. Through it all, Linda was conscious of furtive glances cast in her own direction. From her experience on the ice the other day, she had gathered "Zvui fiiK^ about Barry and herself had traveled swiftly. '•'.•' So people were sorry for her. Well, if the Trent women did not welcoms fity, - neither did Gcoffry Bcnton's daughter. . , . Old Miranda seemed aware of something more than casual in the glances cast at-the slim fair girl who sat with such quiet dignity in her tall, high-backed chair. / When one of the women turned and said to Linda, "This newt about Captain Trent must be a great shock to you, too, Miss Benton," the old lady's shrewd eyes swept the covertly listening faces about her with attentive curiosity. And when Linda turned grave, steady young eyes upon her questioner, lifted her head, and answered briefly and quietly in her clear, lovely voice that naturally it must be a great shock to all who knew Captain Trent, Miranda Trent's eyes again traveled over the listening faces, with a look that almost said, "AH right! Now what do you make of that?" •At last they all went. Miranda Trent had" just picked up her cane that it . CAST OP CHARACTERS *"•!•?!*.'-:-• _<>" a'Vui'^M "inKc".' M MIAMI A Tni5,\T—I more.'* srniitlniolker- a «. •MOhiaa." ,. Tmtcrdny, nnrrrniore'« nlnnc In rcjioncil rorecil dnvrn nt .icn. H Is n urlHlM for .Mr». Trent nnd tlniln. ,1.7' " rc "'"'"' '" "«rc nftcr ll-nl lirst anonlzlnB day whe »u<Iilculj (he telephon CHAPTER XI AT the.sound of the telephone bell, Barry's grandmother settled tack again into her chair. "Will you please see what that is, Miss Bcnlon?" she directed. Linda took down the receiver and said, "Yes. This is Mrs. Trent's secretary speaking." "Oh," said a man's voice at the olher end of lhc line. "Well, this is the United Press. We should like Mrs. Trent to affirm or deny •a story we have here. Shall I read it lo you?" "Read it," said Linda, "and I will consult Mrs. Trent." "'Miss Mngdn Shirley 1 " the voice read, "'Ihrice married, thrice divorced darling ot the silver screen, let it be known tonight, friends say, that she was to have been married next month to Captain Earrymore Trent of the' United Stales Naval Air Force. Captain Trent has definitely been given up as lost since his wrecked plane was found floating in the Caribbean Sea after his recent dash to the rescue of thc ill-fated Aurcltus expedition. "The names of the filamorous Miss Shnlcy and the daring young flyer were often brackelcd when Captain Trent was stationed in California six monlhs ago. Miss Shirley, friends say, is at present m .1 sanitarium, prostrated at the news ot Caplnin Trent's disappearance. 1 .., NOW what wo .want to know is: is this the .truth or press-agent ballyhoo?" Linda stood for so long a time silent that old Miranda said tartly "Well? Well, what is it?" "I think," snid Linda from thc blanket of fog that was closing in about her, "that you had better speak to Mrs. Trent." She handed the" instrument to old Miranda. • * * ' 'J'HE old lady listened, her lips drawing fo a dangerous line. When the sputtering over lhc receiver stopped, she s]»ko, her clear, cool voice very contemptuous, very sure. «• C^° U - >Tiay say '" sllc directed, that this slory is a brazen, impudent lie. Thai is all. Goodnight." The day he went away, Linda reflected now, Barry had said in those last crowded moments, "If —of course I'll be back soon, darling; but—well, . someone might drop a brick on me, you know— you must promise me to tell grandmother as soon as—as you're sure. She's really fond of you, Titania. Promise me you'll tell her." "Barry, don't!" Linda had cried. "If anything happened to you, nothing else would matter." But in the end Linda had promised. "Mrs. Trent," Linda began impulsively — but at that moment the doorbell rang. _ * » * TT was a messenger witli>a letter for Mrs. Trent. She opened il and read it, the fingers of one hand lightening slowly about the arm of her chair. It seemed to be very brief. She read it again and yet again. .Then she rose, and glancing briefly at Linda, went slowly out of the room and upstairs. All through breakfast next morning old Miranda was strangely silent. From time to time she glanced at Linda as if she were about to speak-, but uncertain how to phrase something she had to say—as it that something might be unpleasant. "Perhaps," Linda thought, "she's gelling ready lo tell me she doesn't Want me here any more. . .. How am I to tell her about— Barry and me, if she feels like that? But I promised Barry." So she vacillaled all day, debating, dreading. She had almost summoned her strength for thc ordeal that evening after dinner when old Miranda said, "Judge Baldwin's death has been a shock to me—why I do not know; for he has been ill for years. He was one of my oldest friends." "Judge Baldwin?" echoed Linda blankly. "I — I hadn't—" "He died this afternoon. Miss Chatlam phoned me." It was at this moment that Jefferson appeared to announce Mrs. Rila Blanchard. Before old Miranda could speak, Rita was on thc threshold behind him. For a moment she poised there, one hand resting against Ihe door frame, thc other against her throat, as i£ to control an overwhelming emotion. Then she cried, "Oh, poor dear Mrs. Trent!" With n swift rush she crossed thc room, and .sinking to the low stool by the older woman's chair, she caught one of her hands in both of her own and pressed it against her cheel?. , '; "I had to come," she burst'outH when old Miranda did not speak, but continued to sit, motionless, looking at her fixedly. "I thought, perhaps — can't we comfort e'aih other? I — I can'hardly realize' yet that we have lost him. . . . Oh, but you — you don't know yet, do you? . . . You must not blame Barry. He wanted to tell you before he went He begged me to marry him last night. 'If I. could have guessed—" * * » THEN old Miranda moved and broke her silence. "My dear Rita,", she said, a mirthless amusement in her old eyes, "you must forgive me if I seem unresponsive. But there seems to be an epidemic of this sort of thing. Is it possible that you have not read the morning news? If not, this .will doubtless interest you." Reaching behind her, she picked up the morning paper and spread it before Mrs. Blanchard's starlled Old Miranda had been right. The paper had made a-noble display of Magda Shirley's story. Headlines blazoned: Magda Shirley Says Engaged i to Wed Lost Navy Flyer and just opposite: Grandmother of Captain Trent : Denies Pilot Planned to ' Marry Screen Siren There were pictures of Barry and Magda—lhal of Barry caught as he stood by his plane that last night; that of Magda in one of her most insinuating poses. When Rita had gone, Barry's grandmother said dryly "She really made a magnificent entrance. The Shirley, herself could not have been more convincing. ... Too bad 1 had to spoil thai , act Well, well! I wonder who 1 J will be the next." No, Linda thought, promise or not, she could never tell old Miranda now. All that long evening as she and Barry's grandmother sal- speechless for the most part- in that silent, empty house, she made plans in the back of her mind — incoherent, stupid plans, born of a numbed, despairing rnind. All evening sh« was aware that old Miranda was walchina her under veiled lids. And all about them was thc fresh, spicey odor of balsam from the tree that stood, stark and bare Barry was to< have Veen ] trim the Christmas tree .(To Be Continued) Austral!* Kich Jn I rm i Ore CANBERUA (UI>) - A recent rvej- having convinced the federal government thai there ' nre immense deposits of ( iron ore In Australia SIIH unworkcd, no restriction will be placed on the Iron cxporlJs to Japan, •flic viper fish, with «a two rows of phosphorescent f ,p n l,- ( ]| vc , far down. ip llic icy depths of liic ocean,

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