The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on September 18, 1952 · Page 11
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 11

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Thursday, September 18, 1952
Page 11
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, KEPT. 18, »81 COtJRIER NETTS K)AKPINC HOUSt _ with M.jer PAGE NINETEEN OUT OUR WAY FRECKLIS AMD HIS FRIENDS PAS6YOO, Feei_you LlkB A 6£M5Re ATTACH VACKUM CLEAMER - PlCKrM- UP £0 SOOD OR YOO'D C wl-fHE TDOST PAGE ME, eoy —— M£?. JACOB HOOPLfi/ HAVE <£> R3C TH- WELFARE ORTH 1 VERY UVES OF VDUR OWM FELLOW CmZENSI "M*3 KNOWS BUT VOCJ MAY COMMANDEER AjjV PASSIM' ALTTOMOBILE .-~~ WHAT'S THE STORY" BMTirSs WHEN A LADV EWTERS A CRCV/bC PASSENGER VEHICLE AGEr/T ALWAYS OFFERS HIS SEAT--IM "THIS MANNER/ ... FOOUMS f OF COURSE OR ARE tHEYl BOEM -THIRTY YEARS TOO ary-iM / Telescopes show that the surface On the ranches of Uruguay there of Jupiter is marked by belte of by R.oding and Using Couri.r N.wi Classified Ads are more than three cattle and nine sheep for every person. FUEL OIL G.O. POETZ OIL CO. "f Sell That Stuff" Phone 2089 Off ke & Bulk Plant— Promised Land Why don t you answer a few of his questions? I don't want him to think I'm the dumbest guy in the world befor* he gets to th» eighth grade!" NOTICE Your best investment on today's market is a well- huill, .well-located home. Johnny Marr Realtor & Builder 112 So. 2nd Phone 4111 Prefect Pygmalion By Grey MacMilbn I hT •"" *T Iwx* hew, and IF I ••* then, a* th« BUD |,WraMd granite *kould«r J the HMMsive steps at I'the Art Mtvwum, «y back to |« mritfe Son. reading La *M*lJ?m **fcj ' Maxims." 1 bad jtwt eonw to the ooe that feo«», M W we JHdge k>v« by i4s resuhs, * • more like hatred than affection," and was tarn- ing ttm aww nto«ntfa% m my mind, «4M« 1 laoked A»w« and ww Ditvid. I aaHeed IXivid beca««e at hie w*B-c*ii«*«l nc»e, fore- fain, arxi because be bad at enberantt? cvtrly SoMidinavian heir. He re- me of 7elajqnei'« paiiK- *- *8nB m the Wi IW bad Mt h*. track, - ilTWr cttesel-engnied semi- p«wked at the curb with The eirhaust rattled noonday air with a mo- »o*o»<mt Watt-Watt- wn, blatt- project at a tr»ck «..„ r-r .ng hie hinch hour In an art pM«»jm intrigued me. After per— f baK an hour lie emerged from towering doors, and 1 tried to id on his countenance the sooth- j and uplifting effect of art. In front o« his truck, he spat reciseljr into the gutter, and limbed in and roared off with a last that shook the neighborhood . Two days later I dropped by (Cillery 8 to see an exhibition of photographs that had just opened «nd there was David again. Tie was Irtudylng each picture silently intently. ' f It rmist have been about a week later that I finally met him. I was • landing in a movie line. I found I could forget Kathr quite satis- faclonly for hours on end if I just fcad a movie to look it, so ! took the habit of going to two and sometimes even three a day, never caring what the movie was about or who was in it. After about six weeks this craze spent itself to be replaced by the l'U-work-u'ntil-I- drop interlude. This movie line was about a block long. And David happened to be standing just back of me 1 nodded, and he said, "Mister haven t I seen you smnewhcres before? Your face is mishly . fa _ • miiiar." |«t said yes, my name was Hector ••yielding, and I taughl in the school that was connected with the An | Museum. I .. . . - lh , c matter would have died had I not asked what his | name was. He told me it was Carlson, and we shook J ASKED how he liked the photograph exhibit, and his face lighted -swclll If , had the time! Id lake me a course in photoe- raphy somewhere* j just got myself a decent camera. Had to give seventy bucks for it. second-hand " Once inside the theater, we sat next to one anolher, with the unspoken consent or two lonely people. When the picture had spun its cycle, we walked out onlo the street. A chill wind had sprunp up; papers and grit were blowing about. "Wanna go somewheres and gel I * cwpp. coffee?" asked David. I dkint want to sit in some | greasy-spoon with flics and raw t Ugh it overhead tod tbe ubkjurtcws juke-box. So I said hastily, "Why don't we got up to my place? We'll have a drink, and HI show you my book of Steichen photographs." He looked astonished, ttien accepted with such shyness and yet obvious delight that I felt like a bed, because 1 was feeling patronizing, and her* he was—such & good guy. We bailed my little rattletrap of 3 convertible out of the parking lot, and I drove home to the apartment which I shared with a brilliant young refugee interne named Karl Simon. It was only a few blocks from the Museum, in one of those old mansions that has been cut up into segments. My apartment was on the fourth floor, in what used to be servants' quarters. It had a fireplace in the living room, and a fire escape opening onto a narrow back street. Otherwise it had drawbacks, including low water pressure and a bedroom whose ceiling followed the slant of. the roof. 1 had built bookcases all over the place, with blank spaces here and there for bits of sculpture. Pictures everywhere—some of my own work and a few reproductions. And drapes of oatmeal-colored [ndianhead. J^ARI. was at the hospital as usual; his \vorking hours were nhiiman. I handed David the Steichen book, put the record- player to work on the ballet music !rom "Faust," and went into the kilchen to mix drinks. I felt constrained to be friendly and see :hat he enjoyed himself, since I lad invited him with such inner condescension. I haled myself for being a snob. When I returned with the tray, he was staring around the room, with Ihe same inlent, longing look that he had in the picture gallery, is though he were trying to de.'our and memorize every object. We discussed Lana Turner and new cars and cameras and power tools, and then I ran out of gas. I pointed out which was the bleu cheese and which the Gorgoniola, and refilled our glasses and wondered irritably how soon he'd eave, since I wanted to go to bed. He said he'd been driving a ;ruck ever since he was 18. Before :bat he bused dishes and worked in a box factory. He quit high school allcr Ihe lOlh grade because ie haled school and wanted to earn his own money. That was all the infnnnnUon he volunteered. What's this here for?" he wanted to know, picking up a lilllc ;otd statucllc of a runner. "Won it when I was on the track cam at Lincoln High." "Lincoln High! That's where I went!" "I was before your time. I'm sure. I'm 29 now. Had college and a years study >t> New York and three years in the Air Force after I left Lincoln." Finally h« said, -WcH, guess 1 belter hop on my freight," and rose. When he got almost to the door he stopped, before a copy of Itcmoir's "Little Girl With Watering Pot." One ot my favorite paintings—you know the one a sunny-faced little girl in a blue dress and white apron standing among flowers. The distillation of clean air and sunshine and guileless behavior. David turned his greasy cap in his hands, his face almost reverent. In a rush of companionablcness T thrust the Steichen book into his hands, saying, "Here, you didn't have a chance to studv this. Take it home and look ai it. You can drop it by when you got through." I had given him an excuse for anolher visit. 'J'HE next afternoon when T came home, I found my mother sit- .Ing Jn my room. She had been' iving in California, working as a decorator's assistant ever since rny 'alhcr's death. Since her last let- .er had given no indication that she intended corning East for a visit, I wns astounded to see her. "Hector dear! I'm just bargine 'n for 3 couple of days. I'll not put you out—I can sleep on the couch. Then I'll go on to New York and have a week just play- ng and looking." We spent the evening catching ip on what's-bccome-ot and he- rn a r r i e d and sbe-had-a. Two months ago I had writlcn Molhcr a one-line postscript: "Kalhy and 1 have made a final ami irrevocable break." "Haven't you lost a good bit of weight lately, dear?" she askcci suddenly, massaging her chin and ooking carefully at the pink jar n her hand. I thought: Here it comes. 'Yes, quite a bit, I suspect." 'Where is—I mean to say, is she—" 'New York," I said shortly, and lighted a cigarette. "Well," said Molher. "Well." And was silent, making little circular whirls at the corners of her eyes. Presently she tried again. -Whai about that house you—" "Sold it. Got my down payment bflrk, though. So I wasn't out much money." She sighed deeply. "Well, I car. sec you don't want to talk about It I begin lo realize what you rmist DC going through. I wish I could rielp. But some'.irncs one can bt lealed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the fullest. Allcr all, the best thing one can do when it is raiffng is to let it rain." (Ta P« ConUrjutd) Television- Tonite, Tomorrow WMCT, Memphis, Channel 4 THURSDAY NIGHT, SEPT is 6:00 6:30 7:00 7:30 8:00 8:30 9:00 0:30 10:00 10:30 10:35 12:00 12:05 Groucho Marx Gene Autry Gangbusters Mr. Peepers Marlln Kane Arthur Godfrey Racket Squad Where Wns I Break the Bank News Boxing News Sign Off 7:00 7:25 7:30 7:55 8:00 8:30 9:00 9:30 10:00 10:15 10:30 10:45 11:00 11:30 11:45 12:00 12:15 12:30 1:00 1:30 2:00 3:00 3:15 3:30 4:00 4:05 4:30 4:45 5:00 5:15 5:25 5:30 5:45 6:00 6:30 7:00 7:30 7:45 8:00 8:45 9: IS 9:30 10:00 10:30 10:40 11:10 II :is 11:30 11:40 FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 19 Today News Today News Prologue to Futura Breakfast Party Mrs. U.S.A. Strike It Rich Slorylnnd Love of Life Search for Tomorrow Morning Meditation Film Featurette Garry Moore Ouiciing Light News Farm News Homemnker.s Program Big Payoff Welcome Travelers Kate Smith Hn « kins Fails Gabby Hayes Howdy Doody News \ Berl Olswanger Space Cadeta Hartoons Industry on Parade News Weather Those Two News Caravan Curtain Call We the People Big Story Dr. Fixum Bill Day Cavalcade of Sports Committee for Elsenhower Film Feattirette Playhouse of Stars Lights Out News Ask Me Another Weather Film Featurett« Sign Off FLASH Cameras for Rent Take wnndrrful Inrloor picture. 1 ! with a flash camera from Barney's Drug. Low rates. All kinds of camera supplies are available htrc. Barney's Drug CAMERA HEADQUARTERS 2006 W Main Phone 3647 FALL PLANTING SEED HAIRY VKTCH, SEED \VHKAT, HAKJ.KY CUB AND CLOVERS NKW CROP SEED BLYTHEVILLE SOYBEAN CORP. Phone 6S5S-BS57 I'LL CALL. YOU BY INTERPLANETARY RADIO FROM CALUN6 OH TUB PUOTOPHOHE, WGLK.1H PO.M , I HAVEN'T TIME. 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