The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on January 27, 1941 · Page 4
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Blytheville, Arkansas
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Monday, January 27, 1941
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PAGE FOUR COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE: COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H. W. HAINES, Publisher v SAMUEL F.MTORRIS. Editor / J. THOMAS PHILLIPS, Advertising-Manager Sole National Advertising Representatives:' "Wallace" Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. Published^-ety Afternoon Except.Sunday Entered, as second class matter at the post- office- at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of Congress, October 9, 1917. Served by the United Press - SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blytheville, 15c per week', or 65c per month• By mail, within, a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 pel- year, $1.50 for six months, 75c for three months; by mail in postal zones two to six inclusive, $6.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable in advance. _ Opportunity—If We Grasp It The recent Supreme Court' decision confirming control by Congress alone of -the 0,000,000 aliens in our midst is more than a mere legal decision. It is an immensely-suggestive direction- marker. Pennsylvania had passed a law which', in addition to compelling ,aliens to 'register, required them to carry at all times a card of identification/ with a jail penalty for being caught without it;. The Supreme Court did not rule on the constitutionality of this particular act, but simply found that the already- established federal regulation of aliens took precedence. States and. communities may, therefore, conclude that it is not their job to regulate aliens, but that of the federal government. :This.great mass of aliens, to which others will probably be added, is at once a problem and an opportunity. All the wisdom and understanding we can . bring to bear will be needed. Most ol: these aliens will probably seek soon to become citizens. Every facility should be extended to help them do this. The foreign-born, says Louis Adamic, writ-, er who has devoted his recent years to hard work and study of their problems, '"are or want to be whole-heartedly American in the best sense of the .term,; the loyalty to the U. S. of most of. the foreign-born is almost beyond adequate statement. . ." Any effort to bring high-pressure methods to bear,to try to--force;Aloa., mans;' Slovaks'"and 'Lithu'aniaiil^Sto a. mold of imitation Anglo-Saxon Americanism will not only fail—it. will drive . many newcomers into the ranks of Fifth Columnists. People yearn to "belong." If new Americans are not allowed to feel that they "belong" m American circles, they will go where u»cy can have that feeling-; What we need is not to "tolerate" , but to "accept 3 ' people whose ways 'may not necessarily be in every respect our ways. Because a man prefers spaghetti ..•.or.shish kebab to a New- England boiled dinner does not make him any the less a good American. Adatnic has rendered a service . again pointing out that the American people and the United Slates arc still evolving. We have not created a mold "into which newcomers must be. forced. ' We are still creating a civilization, a country, a culture, to which all contribute. That is why the aliens who now seek citizenship, the foreign-born who live* among us,, the second-generation people still ill-at-casc in a land that is OUT OUR WAY theirs and yet not theirs, are an opportunity, not a handicap. They, too, have something to give America. Let us encourage them to give it! - . MONDAY; JANUARY 27,1941 Service Period Indefinite Theoretically, National Guardsmen called into service last fall would be returning to their homes this fall, having completed a year's training according to the present law. But, the Army and Navy Journal warns, it is quite likely that they may be held longer than that unless the international situation .grows less tense before fall. Congress could easily extend the now-limited one-year service. Selective service trainees, only now beginning to reach the camps in large numbers, will eventually be assigned to - organized units. But if National Guard components of-those units were to be sent home only a few months after the drafted men arrive, the units will be dislocated for training purposes. So there is more than a chance that men of the Guard may be held a little longer. The point in bringing it up is: might as well get used to the idea and not be too disappointed if it happens. Mangling the Maxims Once in a while the copy-book maxims get a bad pushing around. A penny saved is a penny earned, we are told, and then some bloke who never saved a penny in his life wins the sweepstakes. Waste not, want not, Js drilled into us, and then the bank goes bust. Plough deep while sluggards sleep, is a grim warning against overindulg- . ence in slumber—yet now comes an incident to shake faith even in that. A Cleveland chemist, deep in an experiment to devise a process for making red copper oxide to protect ships' bottoms from fouling, started a mixture to cooking and*, then set his alarm clock for 2 a. m. to shut off: the furnace. Alas, in the manner all too familiar, he shut orT the clock and rolled over for another forty winks. Hours later he arrived- at the plant -ta find the'problem solved. The extm cooking' had achieved just the desired result. . These little .faith-shaking incidents are exceptions to alb the time-tried rules. Otherwise they'd be the. rules, wouldn't they? •SO THEY SAY I have never \ikcd democracy'for I am temperamentally hostile to the heavy taxation vis- Jteri on the well-to-do.—The Very Rev. William Ralph Inge, retired "Gloomy Dean" of St. Paul's, London. * * * The softest Dlaec in England today is in the British army. The civilians arc getting the worst of it,—Dr. Philip D. Wil.son. Columbia University surgeon-professor, just returned from England. c * * * '» How proud we urc of America, where \v c are in the citadel' of freedom and still enjoy liberty of speech,, and religion.—Mayor Edward Blythin of Cleveland, himself ' lorcisn- born. to a group of foreign-born citizens. * * * America must* remain s:im; and detached U slir is to help us bring about a pood and reasonable peace when the war is" over.—Kosila Forbes. British writer. SIDE GLANCES by GaJbrahh COPR. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. BEG. U. S. PAT/OFF. "First it was the tango, then the rhumba, and now skating—no wonder I can't make my legs behave!"*- THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson TITLES 2 : D! PFEREN1 IN WHICH A-PERSON rales from Vienna Woods; 2. Madam Will Drop Serenade; 4. Si. Louis Blues, hungry for 5 fat, carbohydrate, protein', salt and SERIAL STORY CONSCRIPTS WIFE BY BETTY WALLACE COPYRIGHT. 1*41 NCA Mil VIC*. INC. 1 ESTERDAYi Paal p«rfcs <M « byroad, utter 3Inriha tell* hint of >UK:iimc>N threat to go to Bill. 1'uul uduitM he IK Jn love wllk Martha, hut ham k«ut It Necret, be- «uu«c he U I)ill>» friend. He de- inuiitlM that Nbe come back tu the offlce, jfive up tbU kllliutp work. Martlui ri-fuBe«, « H k« tu KU hoiue. Paul «Uni» the cmr intu ifettr, darta out on. tu the highway. A car »veed* toward them. There U * ''• * • AFTER THE ACCIDENT CHAPTER XIX ' Martha Marshall opened her eyes, at last, she was lying on someone's coat in the roai A man was bending over 'her. A strange man, with frightened eyes, like burned-out holes in his face. "Are you all right now?" he asked huskily. "I'm—fine—" Memory came flooding over her. People, magically appearing from nowhere, were milling around her. They must have stopped their cars on the highway, she thought vaguely. When the crash came . . . She became aware, then, that there was a stinging on. her cheek. One arm was numb. She lifted her head, and the man. bent quickly- and slid his arm under her shoulder. Her head was spinning. But she could sit up. She said, ."I'm all right. Nothing broken." The man looked down at her leg; Her stockings were torn, and there was blood. But Martha, touched the spot and told him, "A scratch. See?" She moved her' legs, and then she was dinging to him, to stand. The faces of people, the moving lights from electric torches, the beams from parked cars, all made a reeling pinwheel before her eyes. "Paul? Is 'he all right? 1 '. Wordlessly, the man turned his head. Martha saw then the little group around something on the ground. Horror welled up inside her. She tried to go toward them. "Qon't," the man said. "Wait." » * * JJUT she couldn't wait. She walked, shakity, scarcely knowing she walked, to where they were bending over Paul. "Is he dead?" she asked fearfully. "Is he dead?" A state .trooper straightened. "No, ,he's not dead. He's had a nasty knock on the head, though." A woman told her, gently. "There's an ambulance coming." She tried to lead the girl away. "You can't do anything. Don't look." The shrill whine of a siren filled the air. Always, afterwards, the sound of a siren was to bring back to Martha Marshall that hour of horror; the white stretcher- onto \vhich they lifted Paul's prostrate body; the grave face of the ambulance surgeon; the voices of men. and the sharp commands of the trooper. She wanted to ride to the hospital in the ambulance with Paul. They wouldn't let her. The man who had first bent over her helped her into a black sedan. "I'll take you. Your bruises and scratches better be looked over, too." • , * • * TJUT in the hospital, after a scant going over, they paid little attention to her. It was Paul, swiftly taken into the emergency room,-over whom they worked. She wanted to get to a phone, too. She had to call, Eugene, she had to tell him what had happened. The man who took her to the hospital was kind. "Suppose we sit here-and wait until we find out about him. Then you can telephone and I'll take you home." He was a middle-aged person, and his concern for her touched Martha. "Don't bother about me, please." "I want to. A man. I never saw before went to a lot of trouble for me, in an accident once, and I'm only paying it back." It was then that she saw the scar which reached! from his- ear along his throat and down into his collar. The man signaled a'.nurse and spoke to her. She went away, to come back with something in a glass for Martha. "Drink this. It will help you." Martha pushed it away. "I don't need anything." Just then,.a.doc- tor came out _ of the emergency room, and she ran toward him. "How is he? What is it? Is—is he going to be all right?" "He's suffering from concussion," said the doctor. "Not severe, I think. And he has a broken collar bone." He added hastily, "A collar bone which, is broken requires merely a strapping. The patient usually walks around in one piece. And the concussion, I feel sure, will pass off by morning." , She wanted to see Paul. "I think not," • said the doctor. "If you don't want to stay here overnight, getting over the shock you've had, you'd better go home and go straight to bed." * * * CHE protested, but it was no use. The kindly stranger drove her home. It was lie who explained to Eugene what had happened. Eugene was stunned, almost angry, "For God's sake, Martha, what on earth were you two doing away out there, on that back road?" The stranger said, "I don't think she's quite up to questions." Martha thanked hirn;fbr,all he had done, and he patted Jier. shoulder. "Goto bed. There's "nothing to worry about.". • . -• She could hear him, talking to Eugene, as she undressed slowly. Her arm, she found, was black and blue, and there was a nasty welt on her hip. Her right leg was scratched and bruised under the iodine they'd painted it with at the hospital. The mirror gave her. back the image of a pale, bigfcj eyed girl with an angry scratch oh her cheek and tumbled hajr. Wearily, she slipped into bed. Her head was banging cruelly. JJUT she must have slept. She must have slept as only the! exhausted can sleep, for it was long past breakfast time—she could hear Genie and Sis shoutiqg outside her window—when she woke. Eugene was home. 4 'Had 'to stay," he said matter-of-factly7 "One day more isn't going to mat-! ter." :;. ; "Did you phone the hospital about Paul?" ., ^ "Yeah. He> all right." Then she "remembered Helen. "She must be worried about your | not coming last night." ' "I sent a message by the nurse." "Don't tell her-about this!" "Think I'm. crazy?" He turned to go. "Are you hungry? I've'gotj some coffee." "I'll be out in a minute. I ,waht 1 to see Paul as soon as I can, too." "Sure. But he's all right." And' then he said," standing there in the doorway, "Bill'called up'here last night while you were out i Martha." "He did? From camp?" Regret I gnawed at her. "If I'd only known! I'd never have gone but, and all this wouldn't have happened. Why in the world didn't he let me know. he meant to] phone!" Eugene cleared his throat. "Mat-j ter of fact, he was kinda surprised when I told him Elliott had driven over here. And he said he'd gotten some kind of pass—right after inspection this morning he'd leave camp. To spend the week-end) with you." • '. , . ' "Martha's eyes flew to Eugene's.l ''You mean—he's on his way—I now?" "Yes," said Eugene. "That's 'what I mean. Can't take over a couple of hours from camp on the] train. It's nearly 12 now." . "Oh. my face! And—and he'll! want to see Paul ..." Her thoughts raced. Out'of .thel back of her mind, blotting out th'e] joy and anticipation, there camel a sudden question. Had Suzanne! managed to see Bill at "camp-already? Was that.why he'.was'.com-j _irig here, so unexpectedly, and••'soj immediately after Paul's arrival? <To Be Continued) NEXT: Woodpeckers that never «cok wood. HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS j Woman's I To Escape Malr : - | |Tyranny Is Tolil j i - - -M-i.-- _ i j i i When the 201 h century opened. I ; women weren't .supposed to know' : about .such masculine affair.s as ' 1 business or property or anything: 1 not directly concerned with the home'. Lingeririg in the final clutches of Victorianism. the more imaginative of the sheltered sex found male tyranny almost' insufferable', "About women such as these, in 1900. Rachel Varble has "written in "A Time Will Come" (Double- clay, Doran: S2>. The women concerned are the three daughterr-in- law_ and the sister of ~ Sc'hward Wright—all .subjugaicrt by a ..single.'hated man. AS ;I . backdrop to the fight, of these' \vomcu Tor their personal emancipation i.s the po\v- ARE' VOU WATCHING "THAT SIDE XD SOOMER PUT 'EM BACK* IN -- GO ON, VOU'RE GETT1N BETTER, LOTS BETTER' I. R. Williams OUK BOARDING PRGVSNJOER. U5RH POR ['TOO, AN« 'A PLATOON? ~~ DOM'T /) POUNDS OB CELL fv\H TKS P&Q.TV ^CWH£S^/ ~~r OiS AIN'T) MILK 6O7TLc£ IT V/ASS \ COMSUWED FWE-ROUMDS \ KO F*NRW, D \6 AM A^CKPIM T A- A VW -V 'X Mv^fV Bt USING SOAP erful figure of Susan B. Anthony, past 80. relentlessly .battling for the grant of suffrage to all womankind. Most rebellious is the widowed Sue Ellen, driven to desperation by her father-in-law's granite .cruelty toward herself and her 3-year-old .son. Stephanie, seeking to divorce Schward's eldest son, without surrendering-., her property rights, is more deliberate in her campaign. Enid, weakest of the three sisters- in-law, is content to rely on flattery and .persuasion to gain for herself and her husband' financial independence. | Nettie, the sister, influenced by i blood ties, is unreliable, wavering i occasionally in her hatred toward i the man who has deprived her of [her property and kept her .a pris- \ oner. The women .scheme together, fearful of misting each other completely grasping eagerly at the s'.rnv.- Susan B. Anthony holds our, to i thtfm. But their- causes arc selfish ones. Having solved their j own problem:,, they turn from j Miss 'Anthony's cause at a moment [.when the old crusader needs- them ; most. j Miss ' Varblc's work. though spotted with minor inconsistencies. is absorbing strictly as a novel. It i liinakcs small contribution to the! i .story of woman suffrage, except j to hint at the barriers against, j which _>;ucu uomtn -as Miss Anthony fought. Independent- womeir of loday i .should find in it great comfort in i contrast. WPA To Study Basic Reasons Of Court Suits ,ST. LQ.UIS (UP) — The. Works Pfbgross Adnnnistrut-ion" here, is en a project costing $122.000" thai sometime in the next 2-t months is oxpcrtnd t.o discover- why xo many people go into court. The project, called a "litigation analyzer," is going to study; some 1RO.GOO legal case;, starting '< back in the 192us and running to the prcscht. ••'•;. The job is to list statistics on case? {lied, damages claimed, relief sought, dilatory motions filed, verdicts. Tcvercals. number of persons involved, court and attorney costs and other miscellaneous tnfonna- lion. '.'••• Blank forms containing 050 questions arc beins used and each case is checked on each question Ten lawyers and 120 "white collar" workers .arc employed on the task. The project i.s unprecedented except for a smaller compilation of figures in Connecticut which began in 1926 aud published a report in Questionnaire Will Tell You If A Censor Runs Your" Horn J By'RUTH-. MltLETT Is there a Censor in your home? There is in any home -where either the husband or wife decides, that he is superioV to his marriage partner in intelligence or social 'Sense and that it is therefore up to him to keep the other in line. And whenever one partner becomes a Censor the other's personality begins to shrivel up. You-can tell "if you're a Censor if •youll' yourself "these ten .Questions: Do you caution your marriage partner on what to say and what not to say before going out for— supposedly—an evening's fun? . Do you wonder if your friends will like your marriage partner. instead of wondering if the person you have chosen to spend your jlife wirh will like your friends? ! Do you sit on the edge of your ' : chair when your partner starts' to i tell a story or cxphess an idea to j people you consider "important"? n and help your husband or wife tell a story, correct his facts? • Do ".you apologize for your • part nei^s behavior .or expressed WORRYING TOO MUCH ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE . Do you shake your head c nudge your spouse when you thin he isn't behaving just as you. like to have him? ' Arc you embarrassed and fc i that you must "cover up" who i your partner slips up on a .ra '. of. etiquette? '• Do you look pained- when. ..yoi ! partner speaks more frankly .th j you would have spoken:? ; -Do- you -tell -your'-partner-he i tactless he- is? •• ;> : When the last friend has goi 'home do you say:'"You shouldi have mentioned so-and-so to " ; Touchy"? - •, : If you ansyer "Yes"' "to than two of the questions— IS'a Censor 'in your home ;' it's not your marriage partner. 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