The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on September 24, 1947 · Page 10
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 10

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, September 24, 1947
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BLYTHBVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 10-17 r Finds 'Poor' Farmer ich in Delta to Own Mules RICHARDS •Uft Corespondent) .'Tpnii., Sept.. 24. IUP) a have made Die poor 'fanner tot rich- that he balks at buying" ni» "old mute pels. phiji I* tlie largest 'mule In. the world but business Oils season Is the worst since 1034. A mule that sold for $400 In 1940 brings about $250 uo\v. "Bui the farmer nlwnys returns to the mule when his pocketUook gets tight," said Col. Mr. Meals, shifting his 330 pounds around until he was entirely in the shade. Meals, the nation's most famous mule auctioneer, had just completed his dny's chores at Owen Brothers Horse and Mule Commission Co, Mule buyers from nil over the South stood about leaning on their long cnncs as he talked. !"T'ho farmer to getting 31 la cents a ixnmd for hogs, 3!i to 75 cents for beef uml $1.15 for :i bushel ol wheut," Meals said, "Why prices ain't been that high In 2.000 years." ; r*Mr Dem; DntribuM by NEA SERVICE, INC. FIT w*s bitterly cold and a steady I downpour ot chilling rain fell from hmrertnc Cray skies. Wind Chipping down canyon-like streets fen with evil glee upon Croups Jiuddled; under umbrellas at street corners, waiting .for traffic lights : <to change. People walked with ehoulders hunched against the bitter blast, their faces reflecting jtotne of the sullen fury of the late "October day. i) But Happy stood straight, pretty *tiead erect. Her white raincoat ' Was belted snugly about her slcn- 1 rier body, and, above her head, tlic ' te a X sparlet umbrella was like, a bright challenge flung into the jteeth of the wind and the rain. j Near Washington Square she -turned from Fifth Avenue into o tide street, and gasped a little as the full force of the wind and the tain hurled into her face. But she , took it as. a challenge and laughed back at it She scanned the numbers as she \ Milked along, and suddenly paused ' to lurn from the street into the ' entrance of a new and rather im>> pressive apartment building. A JM| stopped to furl her scarle , otbrella, a man rushing out of the building collided with her violent ly-and his long arm:; shot out t steady her. fl'm ; so sorry—" Happy gasped . and laughed again. 'The man's hands tightened her iirms and he glared at he. k fur/ously. '-•^ '"""What the devil have you got to laugh about.on a day like this?" '- He hurled the words at her out o£ some obscure anger she could not understand; : ' 'I like rainy days," she protested, i >. 'Nonsense! Nobody could like a day like this." The man's voice was irate. "And this early in the morning—nobody has any business grinning like a Cheshire cat before he's had at least a cup of coffee!" 'But I had breakfast hours ago," she told .htm cheerfully. "Ami I do like ram and wind. It's exciting." „ £>. ;••;<•.*? v: •--': ^\-i The young man turned her about and,- thrusting his arm through b*7s. marched her back to the street There's more here than meets the, eye and you're coming along to''.explain yourself," he assured beV; stonily. "I don't propose to put In the rest of the day wonder- iiiig.\vhat on earth ails you." :*WS*|- She had Mopped to furl her scarlet umbrella, when rushinc out or the bullrthiK collided with her violently. "I'm so sorry—" Happy gasped. , . . , . jrpHE small restaurant was clean I and warm, .steamy and fra- 'grant with the mingled scents of coffee and crisping bacon. I Not until the man had pushed llier into a chair on one side of the Ismail table, and taken the one tacross from her, did Happy blink 'pnd say shakily, "Well, Cor goodness* sake—". The young man's mouth twisted . ...bitterly. • "I suppose you're going to tell me haughtily that you never have Breakfast with young men who 3* haven't been properly introduced and voilched for." I Happy thought that over for a moment. _ [ fc NOj I don't think so," she con( fessed. "I think I was wondering ' "what you're so angry about." j -That's not the question," he stated .with repressed violence. |"It's quite understandable how anybody could go about being blindly furious. The puzzling thing is how any girl could go around on a morning * like this with an adiotic gnn on her face." 1 The waitress hovered boside the table, looking commiseratingly at Happy and offering a menu. . "And now let's have it," ho ordered sternly. "What's Ihc matter with you that you run around yipping happily on such a day?" Happy laughed. "I think the question should he, what's the matter with you? I'm perfectly all right—happy nnd -normal and at peace with the world." "Meaning, ot course, that I'm not. And thnnlc heaven I'm notl" She hncl never seen n man so tense and full of nerves, nnd in such a towering rage. "What right has anybody to be happy in n world like this? A world rapidly coming apart iit the seams—seething with injustice and hatred?" Happy's eyes were warm and understanding. "I'm sorry; I didn't ;undcrstand. You were in the war,-of course. 1 ' Her tone was gentle. The man's thin mouth twisted again. "Oh, sure I was in the \var." His tone derided her gentleness. "Only I wasn't fit to carry n gun, so 1 lugged a typewriter. And I had a front-row scat nt all Ihe unholy mess." The waitress came back with their order and he drank deeply of the scalding, bitler collcc. After a moment he asked, "You liavc a name, I suppose?" "Of course—all God's chillun got names," she laughed. "Mine's Happy Brandon; what's yours? "Steve Landers," he answered, and did not notice the way her eyes widened or the liny start that she gave. "Happy? What a loathsome appellation—flinging a challenge into the teeth of fate, just begging it to smack you down. Anc what do you have to be so inde- "Coffee," said the man, shud- i. dering.a little at the sight of the menu. , "Lots and lots of coffee — black as sin and hot as Hades." When the waitress went away, the young man folded lean, nervous hands on the cloth and looked *t Happy, his dark eyes still cently happy about?" "Well, I'm young," she answcrec slowly. "I'm in perfect health; I am self-supporting; I have a home that is really my own, even if it is only one room nnd a pint-sizcc kitchenette; and 1 have Timmy nm he adores me—" "So that explains it," he inter rnptcd crossly. "You're in love.' « • * TTE said it accusingly, as Ihoug! he found something very dis tasteful about the tender emotion Happy's laugh was gay light. "Timmy's a cat," she explalnct her laughter. "A huge golden yellow cat, five years old, that I'v had ever since he was a kitten." "Oh—a cat.',' He dismissed tha with a grimace. "And what's wrong with cats? "1 wouldn't know? I loathe all. What's all this about bcin self-supporting? At what, if I mr. ask? And I do ask! ITer eyes brimmed with amusement, but she answered demurely. "I'm n stenographer; really, • private secretary." 'To whom?" 'To you, I hope," she told him sedately. For n moment he looked startled. "Oh, now see here—" he began, «nd then his voice changed. "Oh, you're Hie rJrl the ngcncy was to send over this morning." ^ . She nodded. : v 'W* |f "Oh," he said again, nnd looked' . hi>r wilh iir.v'tHT. "Oh, no, I niildn't take it. i couldn't endure aving someone around who was hvuys bursting into light laughter id being hnppy." "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "It oundcd like an exciting job—" . "Thcrels'.nothinfi in the least ex- ting about it," ho cut in sharply. 1 came back from the war, and >ilc I was still somewhat off my ocker, I let myself be roped Into igning contracts for a lot of writ- ig—for the movies, a hook—no elf-respecting war correspondent oulr! refuse such oait as they angled in front oC me—nnd the irize idiocy ot akj, a radio contact." "In all of which you are going 0 need n secretary," she reminded im gently. "1 suppose so." lie didn't seem 1 nil pleased. Happy smiled. "Oh, well, I'm sure the agency mi find you somebody grim and niddlc-agcd and—scared to death if the future," she told him sweet- y, and started to rise. "Hey!" He thrust out n hand and Htshed her back into her chair. 'What an utterly revolting liotiBhl! What do you mean I'm scared of Ihc future? Isn't everybody? And why shouldn't we be?" Happy considered that for a moment and then she nodded. "1 suppose so," she admitted. 'Only—well, I suppose I sort of believe in the essential goodness of people nnd—things." Mis sharp boot of decisive laughter silenced her and brought a stain of color to her fresh young face. 'The essential goodness of people! You poor, furry, blind liltlc—kiltcn!" Happy stood up and said quietly, Thanks for the breakfast. It was very nice. And I do hope you'll find the secretary you want." She slid into her raincoat while he glowered ot her, wanting to stop her but not quite sure just how; not quite sure that he wanted to. And, suddenly, she was gone and it was too late to-stop her. (To Be Continued) And so the farmer, who formerly depended on o stout pair of mules, thinks nothing of putting out $2,528 for n kingslzc tractor or $150 for n Junior lob. "But, come a depression and they'll all be running back to their mules," the Colonel predicted. "You'll see. Mules and children. We'll nl*ays have them with us." In 30 years, 56 year old Meals hns auctioned 1,400,000 mules at n price around $34,000,000. He sltj at a microphone behind a white washed wooden counter while the mules are hurried into the auctioneer's circle. "It's two miller, n minute with me," Meals said, "Whether I'm selling 10 or 10.000, I keep them going that fust." Selling in the Memphis ring, calling out the bids in a clear firm voice, Meals has .sold 1.410 mules in a single day. Working for the Army at Fort Reno, Okln., In 1945 he sold 4,520 mules in 28 hours, 40 minutes. On another day it was 1.319 mules in 16 hours. "It, takes a big man like me to do It," Meals explained. "You got to have wind. You got to make yourself heard." The colonel sticks to his bidding, never attempting to point out mule's fine points, "You do that with horses," he explained, "but nol with mules. Then buyers are all experts. They know what they're looking at. You try to teM'ern ami they'd get insulted." Meali knows how to cut a heckler clown to size mighty fast. "I was .spiling on a plantation several years UKO." he mid, "and :here was a man in the audience who thought he knew a lot. He kept at me and I tieured I would ust (ix his wagon once nnd tor all." There was a boat. nmong the goods being auctioneer off and Meals sold It to the bothersome man for $185. I sure dazzled him with my voice," the colonel said, chewing happily a this cigar. "There was only one trouble with that boat— It didn't have no bottom In it. The ]xx>r fcllci- took it. but he liked to died." Col. Meals* makes no effort to sound like the tobacco auctioneer on the radio. 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