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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, September 25, 1947
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FAS* POURttSEN BLYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1947 Like to Pick Cotton, f : arm Lat^Official Shows - By ROBERT RICHARDS (Uiut«4 Fiws SUM Correspondent) MEMP31S,-.Teun., Sept. 25. (UP) —' There was Ihe soft rhythm of orators as the huge trucks pulled away in the early morning darkness, and the even softer cliaiU ol "Swiiif Low, Swecl Clianot." "They love the work, 1 ' Mrs. Clnrn KHts salrt. "you'd be surprised how many hearts will he broken if (he mechanical cotton picker comes a- lon'g and takes «way their Jobs. They'll find other work. Of course," tliey will. lint 11 won'l be half the Inn." Mrs. Kilts, 38. a blue-eyed brunette, works for the Tennessee Department of Employment. Securl- ly. She has ehnrge or sending Memphis Nosroc.s olf lo the col- ton fields or Tennessee. Arkansas and Mississippi. Today she shipped out 7.!»a. "Yo\i just can't help seeing wlial fun they «ft out of It, If you loo): afthrm," Mrs. Kilts said. "Listen ; 1947, by ftm Dem/Distributtd by N£A SERVICE, INC, THE STORYt !<•» efcerrfally *m1ac ralw, *Kem her fcy (he the •IwWt (• enter tfc* bir.ldlnK 'whe» A irrtM-l4)»kJ*«: r»unit MA» runhc* imt, ml mo* i lnmli»|t her «TCr. Ite- f*re «hP rntekra her brrath, he take* hrr fcy the arm and wheel* b*r '-• !»»• • •c«rhy r*"1ai»rn»ll **N*b*4r ha* .«Mjr.' bMiBCfti ierl»- " Hike 'like « Cheshire ml brfote he 1 * had al Icnit n'rup of *o(fee," he My*. ' The 7ommf minn 1»rM« ••« l» h« -St*v* I.*mdrrn, hkrd- blttfH war «orre«pi»»<lriti Hud »r*pkrt »t doom. A»d — iuJdly *•*•*»— Ihe 'very »*TNOM llapiiy WM «H h«r way <o «e« aboul • *»b. Wh*» Stcv* ex|irr»Mr* dismay mi ihr' pro-peer of « <b*erfiil »fc- »*<»?. Happy <«!!• hhthi "I'm »i*r* th> »jc*»*r* *n* find' you «Gime' h*4y RrlM and, middle-are*! and —*>»rr<l iu dralh ol thf future." Th+a »»e K-ave» before he can Mto» h«r. - ' '' ' H II • APPY unlocked the door and pushed it -open. Instantly a furry avalanche struck Her, and a plaintive voice scolded her for staying away so long. Happy's arms encompassed the big" cat and held him close, sootli- ing him until he rumbled gently like a 'small dynamo in her arms, Shi put him down and he paddec beside her lo the small closet where, she put away her hnt; to the tiny bathroom where she hung her dripping raincoat and her nin- brelia. A'nd then" he sat down be side his feedirig dish and ordered a '.saucer of "cream; ordered it in no uncertain terms. Happy filled the saucer, am when he bent above it, lapping i happily, she went b'ack to the clos 2t, slid out of her dnmp strce clothes and into .a red houscco=> that didiial&.sipt .\Kngs for W thick brown-hair. .... The raiii"and the wind outside made therBtwrtrnent' ..seejri very As Steve's hand reached nut, a IOHR furry paw. slccl-dpyed, shot out ami raked Sieve's li;md from wrist to fiiifierlips. "Why. the—Ilic—" he slrnnelcd. .. ?leasant-a»d cozy. .Happy relaxed, :u'rled into^a big: chair, and Tim- si'y. replete "wiUrcreanii leaped on ijier.iap. ; Happy could not rid her mind of ISteye Landers. Soberly she jthought of his anger, his bitterness. 'That was what looking on at a •world war could do to a man who [was inherently decent and almost painfully sensitive. 1 She was so absorbed in her ''thoughts "that she was not con- i s'ciQu's* of the opening door; and : when an,angry voice spoke above | her;Heac|, she- jufhpe;d so violently ! that Timiny, his dreanls" disturbed. • dug . hU. claws painf.ully in her ilthee. f i 'i "A fine thlng^" said the angry ! voice. fSittinfe here dozing, with Ij-otir door ' wide 'open so" that : ariyjx)dy could get in." . .-. - • • ^ , •• • • jTTAPP.Y-ECrarnbled 'awkwardly lo :4 - her feet, spilling, the outraged ;Timmy, and stared incredulously linto ;Slex'e' banders' twisted, thin |Iace." -" • - - • • . • '. . "How — where — " she slam- ;mer^d. ..'-•" i : "How? The door was unlocked •antl'I 'walked in — anybody "could 'have done the same thing," Steve 'told her. ] address? "Where 'did I get your " From ' the agency, of :course. They said that you were : exactly Ihe sort of secretary I •needed, so what could 1 do? You're rrjy secretary, it seenlis." , .Happy laughed a little. ; ; "Well, you don't sound very pleased about it." she said lightly i"\Vill you sit down?" : "Of course," said Steve, anc : n]oved toward a chair—and almas :step'ped on Tirnmy. He drew back with a gesture of distaste, am ;Timmy returned it in full measure :growling deeply. "I hate cats. Ge 'him out ol here." 1 "I'll do no such thing!" Happy said stormily. ' She bent, scooped the cat her arms, and stroked him ten- •derly as she looked up into Sieve's •face. • "Oh, well," said Steve largely, "let him slay. I suppose we'll have to." "Naturally," said Happy aloofly, and sat down again, the cat in her lap. But Timmy was eyeing the . stranger with frank hostility and 1 'refused to relax. 5t*ve dropped into n deep chair and looked slowly about the room, as though cataloguing its coii- tcMts:, the big sofa-bed, slip-cov- t _cd in bright chintz; the two big armchairs, one in a matching chintz, the other in a warm ruby- red (hat echoed the predominant color in the chintz; the small gate- table, lucked neatly 'against the wall nearest Ihe kitchenette. "1 like it here," said Steve, a nolc of surprise in his voice. "It's— cozy, and if 1 knew what a liomc looked like, I'd probably say this was homelike." Happy glowed. "I'm so Rind you like il," she said eagerly. "It's the only home I've eC'er hod." Steve's eyebrows went up a Jillle. "'The only Iiomo you've ever hid? Don't tell me you were fijundling!" His tone was derisive, almost bitter. i • • • • '•TVO; 1 was horn in the second! door back bedroom of a theatrical boarding house in Brooklyn. Aunt Kate Callahan's hoarding house. II you'd ever known nything of very small-time audeville and cheap musical hows, you'd know about Aunt <ate. She's—pretty wonderlul." 'Go on," Steve said and some ol lie tenseness had gone out o[ his 'oice. "Was she really your aunt'?" "Oh, no—no more than she was everybody's who ever lived at her and made yourself :i homey little spot out of it and stepped out on your own," contributed Steve. "No stage aspirations?" he ndded curiously. "None whatever!" said Happv fitmlv. "I like to eat regularlT and <iL«f«ionally have u new frock: I'm much happier as a secretary!". to all that singing and yelling, A colored "person always loves a crowd." The yqungesl picker, a liny glil or roil i 1 , picks up to 20 pounds :i day. The oldest, a man of'72, picks around 100 pounds. The pickers arc paid $2.50 for a 100 ixmrids. The average man picks around 150 pounds} and earns abnut $2.15 n day. Olheis, however, pick frpm 200 to 400 pounds and a. few earn as much' as $10. They start out in Ihe trucks at 4 a.m. and usually return to town around 7 p.m. They start, out singing and they come back stneine. One person In the crowd will lead off with a harmonica or per with a battered banjo. 1 asked one old man why he liked Ihe job and he said: " 'Cause I likes my people anil 1 like working: out In the open better than working inside." "IVR a deluxe service now compared to the old clays," Mrs. Kills said. "They roll to and from the Job [n comfortable trucks or buses. They are served Ice water in the fields as they work. They sing, or hum. Nobody fusses nl Ihcm." Complete Information. Is filed away on each plantation and the rJcBroes may investigate the sltua- atlon before taking « job. Mrs. Kills told one Negro truck driver his destination u big farm In Arkansas, and he replied: "I got to go out and 'Insult' my peoples." "He'means he wishes to consult with them," she whispered. The driver returned about five ninutes later and said: •We done thought il over, Mis' Kilts. We'll go." If they dislike one plantation, she sends Ihcm to another. There are only a few mechanical cotton' pickers in practical operation now and Mrs. Kilts refuses :o believe they will supplant the numan worker. 'Hand-picked cotton will be Ihe best always" she said. "It's free of debris and has n longer "staple." Regular Negro farmhands don't mind working side by side with a country boy who has gone to" the big "city. But they sometimes refuse to work with Beale Street Negroes. "They call them 'the bright light people,' " '\ Kilts explained "and .sometimes a plantation owner is forced to request that I keep the 'brla'ht lighters' away 'froin his door." Mrs. Kills has a very personal I Interest in cotloii pijfing this' year: Her cook just quit to. Join the fun. It, has been estimated that English women buy 500 lipsticks every week. )!ace," said. Happy. "lUy mother was young and pretty—and ler- ribly stage-struck—but she never ;ot to be famous. She sang and danced in the chorus and once she and my father wont out with a vaudeville act. But my father died when 1 was a year old. [Mother came back .to New York nncl worked at anything and everything—and Aunt Kate looked after me. But the cards were slacked against Mother, and u-hen 1 was six sh2 died. After that, Aim! Kate was my family." "Quite a story," said Steve, and his voice was almost gcnllc. "So then what?" "Oh, then I went to school, and helped Aunt Kale, and grew up, and went to business school, and got a job," she explained succinctly. "And one of Aunl Kate's boarders made a hit in Hollywood and sent for Aunt Kate to come out and keep house for her. And that was that." "So then you found this place "AS my secretary you'll probabljr wish you'd gone in for treading the boards and spouting Shakespeare," said Steve a'tritle wryly. Then he shrugged his Ihiri shoulders and drawled, "I seem to be gelling sober—a revolting thought. What have you got lo drink? I'm not fussy!" "Coffee, tea, or milk," she answered quietly. lie shrugged, and shivered a ittlc. "Oil, well, I don't suppose it's too far to the local dispensary," he said. "Mr. Landers—honestly, don't you think you've had enough?" she protested impulsively. He stared at her. halfway .between surprise and annoyance. "Of course not." he snapped "I'm beginning to remember. And when I begin lo remember, it's lime for another drink." "You can't keep running away like that." "Well, a miniature philosopher!" he snecicd. Happy flushed and stood up. slill holding Timmy in her arms, "I'm sorry, Mr. Landers,"' she said calmly. "I'm afraid we wouldn't work togclhcr very well Not if you have to slay half drunk all the lime." She slarlcd lo move away, and he put out n hand to stop her.' It was Timmy's opportunity,, and Timmy was not one to overlook an opportunity. As Steve's h.and reached out; a long furry paw steel-tipped, shot out and rakcci Free Delivery Call PICKARD'S GROCERY Phone 2013 1044 Chickasawba Steve's hand from wrist lo finEer- }.«. - . Steve reared to his feet, his eyes blazing, watching the blood on his hand. "Why, the—the—" he strangled. But the look in Happy's eyes silenced him, and he regarded the cat with unwilling respect. "I'm sorry he scratched you, but he doesn't like strangers and he resented your reaching for me," paid Happy quietly, and wailed tor him to po. (To Be Continued) Our Boording House with Ma;. Hoople Out Our Way &AC>,tlWi.' Vou ARE AN* ^STl>T6 30OGE OF HORSES AWD VlReSTLERS "rOUR G^IA.HOVJ t>o VOL) ike ws CHANCES ~i& ., 'Ste SLftNC SCHULTZ? I'D ^( HE LOOKS TO M& IOO " PERCENT TusbED up BET THE: \ FOR A SLUBBER t ^ STATS ( PAE.TV/—THERE'S To BE ^ STILL TIME TO CMXEl ADMITTED ToTrte ^.THE NO-V5E SAIO IT \ WAS BETTER TO ) HAVE A HOLE ER \ TWO IN TH 1 BREAP \ THAM TO WE:AR OFF A SLICtE ER / WHAT; TH GROCER STUCK THEM FRSE FLY SWATTERS IM TH' OF TH' FRGWCII BKEAP? MAYBE 1\C THOUGHT YOOD LO5E 'EM. FRECKLES fe HIS FRIENDS On the By MERRILL B!,O?3EU MYRTLE? NOT THAT SCRA6 AT THE HCHE- IN- ONE' LA.RO TOLD HIMSELF—-HE'S SAVING HIS DOUGH FOR I MATRIMONY NOT \WELL,WHY HER. WELL ME. SECOND I ABOUT IT? "0051N '/ ' SHOULD LUUJUN ./ FReT |F AED WANTS TO BE A CHILD BPAOE- , GROOM/ BALL f, CARE WHAT 5 TUtT TULTTHIHG/ i'JiCi; lAW-Off* I OR TWO i NOT THAT I C ; s . ',/ i-IA!'PEMS TO LARD — ITi \ 'v_ PRINCIPLE CF THE TH! There s smarty laughing his head off at the boss's stories —you don't see me doing that just for a raise!" PRIOILLA'S POP AL VERMEE1 An Eavesdropper BY MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE glistened attentively to Janus Wadham's story, but I was rtotthe only one listening". LIVING OH BORROWED TtWE AND THESE NITRO- SLYCERIN PILLS TOR MY HEART LUCRETW CAN SCARCELY ONCEAl HER DISAPPOINTMENT THAT I DON'T DIE. LOVES ONLY MY MONEY. SHE'S CONDUCTED A FIVE- YEAR DEATH \ViTCH IN TUnT FflNCV APARTMEIirOF HERS ACROSS THE STREET-- LIKE A HOVtRIKG OVER A BY1NG DEA5T. BUT I'M HOT DEAD Vtl .' VOU SEE, MR. FLINT, (V\Y DAUGHTER ANITA'S UNFOR- TUHftTE MARRIAGE FIVE YEARS AGO ANGERED ME INTO SEWING Alt. Of MY MONEY ON MY SISTER. LUCRE1IA. BUT SUB WON'T SfT IT—I'M SEEING TO THAT TODAY/ WASH TUBBS HE-DID NOT! FURTHER- < 'JEK.S \MEU.iTH!S WORE THW IS THE \.*& TIME mMF-,F\MN&...BuT IF I SEE H«*». NOW PO NOT /1 SEE HAS WITH TOLJ SCENE, CARIO!/ (VSMHi I WIPE UP THE WITH .0 MOD TIL SO SEE IF I. THINK. 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