The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on October 30, 1947 · Page 16
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 16

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, October 30, 1947
Page 16
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PACK SIXTEEN ^LYTHEVILLE (ARK.) COURIER NEWS ATC's War Story Being Recorded Pulitzer Award Winner Preparing History of World War II Unit SANTE, rf, N. M. I*iit or* former PuMt«r Prize winner for the best novel of the ye»r hu no fiction in mind right now. He is too biLsy turning out » history of the Air Transport Com- miuid. Still wearing; JUiakt shirt* deoo- nted With the Air Corps' winged Insignia, Oliver La Farge thinks thlt the American people Inow far during the war. So, last. January, too -little about the ATC's work the author of "Laughing Boy" «H hk portable typewriter to clicking 'ott what he considers a Song-overdue report on the significance o[ ATC. | nisch»rg*d « ;»ar a«o ax a lieutenant colonel after spending four years u the Air Transport Command's historian, l\\ Forge emphastiefs that the service Is well- documented in a dry, factual way. .«»• to that point during the war. He and 46 uniformed assistants "But the effect on future warfare of strategic air transport as revolutionised by the ATC's hothouse growth has never been analyzed before on paper," he pointed (UP)At | out. "That's what tilts book is for. We complied SO volumes on the outfit before I was discharged—10 volumes on the China-India run alone—and there's my source material. May Produce Novel When he finishes working on the book, 10 be called "The Eagle in the Egg," at the end of the year, La Farge believes a plot Idea might turn up for a novel. i "But thli ii not a very emclting period for fiction writers—or tor their readers," he >uggesled. ''There's a' lump of vary pleasant reading being produced now, but i nothing to net worked up about, nothing to compare with the late 20» and early Ms when Sinclair Lewis was In his stride and Theodore Dreiser was threshing around and Ernest Hemingway was coming along and 'Ulysses' was coming out/and giving everybody strange ideas." Now living In Santa Fe In an adobe house, which he had a hard time finding. La Farge doubts whether he will ever want to live again in his native New York City, "The atmosphere here Is conductive to more work and nobody Is offended if I tell them to 'go away, I'm working,' because the place Is filled with other writers and artists Just like me," he explained. "Besides, New York 6ver- cxciles me and I couldn't wear bjue jeans there. As a clincher, there 1 * my wife, a native of the town who wouldn't leave tier* any- wajr." (X tht Inside of an egg, fl 1-J per cent 1* yolk and U 1-3 per cent is the white. Challenqe To Love> : &r ETHEL FUMH.L ** •*-**** ! m*-»,,. l >**ZZ~l THK UTORTl OB Ik* •*•.!«« 4*7 .r e«llrr* C«_<lll* Axil*, itmftlt, ft <ke Ur*p, hi chl4t* by jr*»»C r»Cc»*r H«rkrr< Fowrll 1ft mtt *»•!.* wri<tr> «• kin »*rlmf Ike onatr. M» WATM ker tlul «k* r*n'l gu »m Mnr- R rlerlic Iftr\tr .rer <!mtr Mpir- >we, wko w«« VHt.d !• iht ~mr. C*m U like. «i»ck. llrrr U fctllrv* afce w»a !• lev* with ; «*rj Martewe. • '-• * It (IT had s«emed so exciling when —three years ago—her father's institution of learning had swung Over to its wartime role of basic training tor navigators. Suddenly •the campus had been heavily dotted with young men i n uniform, replacing the young men in rum- jpled slacks and sweaters labeled [with big block "C's" who just as (suddenly had disappeared. Everyone, had plunged with a patriotic frenzy into the job'of seeing that these lads who presently would b« Bying over enemy territory took ilong with them "the gayest possi- Je' memories. Cam herself had been Only a freshman then, swept »way by the [larnor of her first months in the Sta Mu sorority as though she had not been looking on at campus lie from the very close sidelines •ver since she could remember. Th« dinners, the picnics, the dances which everyone in Carters- ille suddenly felt impelled to give s entertainment for the young warriors-to-be, had made a giddy »ckgrouhd to days packed with infamiliar activities — bandage- rolling, Wood donations, bond- telling rallies. She had felt like girl on a merry-go-round. The colors were blurred around her. But stabbingly bright. Young warrior-to-be. . . . LThat wa» - the way the had •bought about Gary Marlowe three rears ago. The new way of life had been so very new, then. He K»d beei. among the first class of navigators to appear. , They had gone canoeing on the river. They had barbecued steaks over the open-air grill in the Dean's garden. They had danced out the first of Cartersville's block parties on the green grass of Ihe Common. They had kissed in the moonlight on the shadowy steps of. Carter's ivy-covered chapel, impulsive, almost frightened kisses, as U this were the end of Creation land thej had to snatch at what youth they could as it rocketed past them into some lost and lonely chasm. She remembered, still, »H that But—what had Gary Marlowe looked like? T)ARK, she thought- -Yes, dark. Gray eyes? Or hazel? Or green Mte her own? A deep cleft in his ehin—or had that been Bill Mitchell, the next summer?' Had that husky laugh which had climbed a |»cale as if it were tap-dancing up ;a flight of stairs belonged to Gary •— « w«s that Fred Wayne she [was thinking of? j. Everything had happened' to (last. Those navigaton o* the future [had lingered at Carter only for a ithree-months' course before Ihe (Army moved them on to advance training elsewhere. They had ieotne through ao fast, they were ifone before you really could find £«t what they were like. They WU wore .the same uniform. They were all m such a hurry to cr.m •very nrinutt of liberty with fun— becauM thfe to well might be the Jast fun they ever would hav«. So^now—no» that the training w «« » thing of th« past THirRSDAT, OCTOBER 80, 1947 Soviet Patriarch Rebuffed In Move To Rule Church LONDON (UP) — A well-Inform- M ecclesiastical source reports that the patriarch or Moscow and all' the Ruwlas, Alexius, has failed in his attempt to summon a conference of all Orthodox patriarchs to Moscow this autumn. Patriarch Alexius In allettcr to the oecumenical patriarch of Constantinople, Maxlmos, agreed to '»'& off the conference In view of the short notice given. In his letter, which was In extremely respectful terms, Alexius reserved himself the right "In principle" to raise the question of'a conference in Moscow In the future. Alexius, however, did not suggest _ new conference date'and Orthodox church Quarters believe the Idea of a' Moscow conference "to discuss certain questions of common Interest regarding all Orthodox churches" has been dropped altogether. In a letter to Alexius, the oecu- menical patriarch had expressed, his opposition to the 'Moscow conference proposal. Tlie patriarch of Alexandria and most probably that of Jerusalem, whose prestige ra/iks high In the Orthodox world, likewise adopted a negative attitude. Satellites Respond The Moscow patriarch found, however, a certain response from among church leaders within the Soviet zone of Influence, such as the patriarch of Romania. Nlco- demus, and the exarch of Bulgaria, who both accepted his project. Those who hesitated to accept the Invitation and thus to acknowledge the claim to leadership of the Russian patriarch Included the Serbian patrlnrch, Gavrllo. ns well as the patriarch of Greece and of Cyprus. 1 It Is recalled In London that f or many months patriarch Alexius and other members of the Russian I hierarchy such as Metropolitan Nikolai, developed a great diplomatic activity to bring about the conference. Russian ecclesiastical dignitaries visited all countries with Independent Orthodox churches to sound the views of Orthodox church leaders on the conference. Soviet state authorities granted all facilities for the trips abroad and were believed to have encouraged all efforts of the Moscow patriarch aiming at increasing the prestige of the Russian Orthodox Church. They had gone canoeing on the. river. Cam still remembered that. Bol—what had Gary Marlowe looked like? Our Board ing and the war was over, now that Carter was opening for its first normal academic year since the hostilities had ceased, now that Ihe flow of desperately gay young faces with tlie maturity o( doom behind them had been cut oft— they had all blurred togcttter in Cam's memory. She had written to nil the boys who had begged her to wrile. She had kissed them all goodby on the chapel steps. She had sent them boxes at Christmas, packed with candy and books and gay little trinkets which might make them feel a fraction closer to home. But time had mixed them all up in her mind, had sifled them together. Gary and Bill and Fred. Sam and Hi and Alec. Just as other girls in the whirligig ot months must have dimmed her tor each of tliem. Except that, 33 things turned out, she hadn't dimmed for Gary. She hadn't even known him well enough, the snatch of time they'd been together, to realize that his family all were dead, that he hadn't anybody else in the world he was leaving behind to tie to. She had believed, quite honestly, that their swiftly passing weeks to long ago had meant to Gary no more than they had meant to -herself. A lot of fun, a stab of sadness that time would not stand still, a kiss of young affection— but no more. And then the pbitimry column had tarried his nime. * ^ • tyJARLOWE, Second Lieut. Gary; ~ lost with the crew of his bomber over Iwo Jima at the conclusion of a successful mission during which . . . She had read the name, »nd »he had felt it tug at her heart with a small' -;nd far-away sort of ache, and she had thcmiht, Gary! But by that time he w»g only a half- memory M a man. Sh« had not been »ble to call him back, except «s one among the tall young shadows peopling the past three years like the shadows of leaves. A few weeks later, his atmy nsurancc papers had come through —irmdc oul to her. To Camellia Austin, listed as his flnnc»e, his next of kin. And Cam had come face to face, for Ihe first lime, v/itii the realization that she had done a terrible thing. Suppose Gary had com* bacV Suppose, after all lhos<! months and years of thinking sh«'d bi. wailing, be had walked into Dean Austins parlor one line day and she hadn't even recognized him? "Honest, Mr. Simpson, I'm not really a witch! It's me, Rosemary, see?" ^ FRECKLES & HIS FRIENDS By MERRILL BLOSSER Shall W« Guess* ; ITS MORE TROuete TO TALK 'EW OUT SPOFAO TUe sup TIOIMGS ! TERMINATES SMWCVW WE'RE HOLDING A WHINS- One BIS-HEARTED PERSON IS PICKING UP CHECK: • BUT I pfzOMBED ID keep. THE NAME A SECRET/ DINS AT THE HOLE-IN-ONE I PAYING TD MAKE IT OFFICIAL I I fpi fr f PRISCILLA'S POP We won't want small closets! They've got to be big—and lots of them! All Wagon, No Horse By AL VERMEER r ft's hard to betieve, Hazef but we're ju?t about ready for our otvn hc>me! J^^y I ¥MsV. of course I haven't worked out) o// VIC FLINT No Pal of Willoughby's . By MICHAEL O'MALLEY and RALPH LANE Double Duty Promised LATROBE, Pa. (UP)—Anthony Davaiiti. 26-year-old student at St. Vincent's College here and a Republican nominee for city school director, says. he has plenty of time for both studies and politics, Davanti. a veteran and a father, has promised voters he will "carry out the duties of elective office as effectively as those required in the armed forces." if eleclcd. Read Courier News Want Arts. Cam s fingers gripped hard on lie edge of her purse, reflecting he mghtmare thought. It had not left—not for long—since that incredible morning when the insurance papers came. She stared back into Herbeti I owell s earnest gray eyes. "You can t grieve forever," he'd just fln- ished saying. • "Herbert, I'm not grieving. I've told you that, over and over It's just that—well, I'm, through with romance." ."You were made for romance," he pontificated. "Like Helen Like DuBarry." The classroom - platform was under him again. "Like "I've been kissing the boys good- oy for three years. I've been on the sorority committee that's met •each new class at the train. I've helped give each outgoing class its send-off dance. I've written letters enough to stoke the big rally bonfire on Homecoming Week-End. And now"—her eyes were haunted—"I just don't want to be like that." "Giieving!" reiteraied Herbert accusingly. "No. .lust plain ted up with romances. There were oilier words she might h«v* added—but did not—in the Interest of absolute truth. Just scared .tiff that some other man might take me seriously when I didn't love him, she might have said. Just determined to make darn certain that nobody else gels himself hurt through m« (T* Be Cwntinawd) N. F. 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