.--PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK,) COUHTER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H. W. HAINES, Publisher SAMUEL, F.,NORRIS, Editor J. THOMAS PHILLIPS, Advertising Manager ' ' Sole National Advertising Representatives: Wallace Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. . . Published Every 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, I5c per week, or 65c per month. •By'mBil, within EL radius of 50 miles. $3.00 per 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. ^ Let's Elect An Able Man- The "rare exception" happened last Thursday when ninety interested citizens publicly indorsed the candidacy of Tom A. Little for mayor of Blytheville. Let us here break precedent by adding our indorsement of this able business man. Mr. Little has fully demonstrated his ability by successfully administering the affairs of one of Blythcville's largest business enterprises. Certainly the citizenry could hope for no more 'than*he apply his proven efficiency to city management. • We are convinced that Mr. Little has definite constructive ideas from which the city will benefit immeasurably. We believe he will carry out his policies without regard to "favorites" and that every person will receive fair and impartial treatment. We further believe that Mr. Little is entirely unselfish in seeking this office and that he has the progress and welfare of his home town at heart. Mr. Little has stated that he won Id like to correct some traffic conditions, make certain sanitary improvements and entrench the city financially. The Courier News is convinced that Mr. Little can and will carry out these promises. We are solely concerned with the results to be obtained through • the election of this able "business man. At this time, Mr. Little is the only candidate seeking the office. We do not presume to say whether there will be others or not, but regardless of .the -outcome of this" election "'we sincerely hope that the man who is chosen mayor will give us the administration to which every citizen is entitled. Remember, Comrade Benito Whether it be true, or not., that serious rioting has taken place in Northem Italian industrial cities, we do not know. It is more than likely that indirect reports are exaggerated or even untrue. And yet—it is not illogical that there should be such disorders, now or later. Seeds of socialism, and of anti- imperialism, were sown there many years ago. Later efforts have been made to root them out, but deep beneath the .soil of the Romagna they may remain today. Who vowed those -seeds? Thirty years ago a young socialist was agitat- i»S in Forli, Milan, and other cilirs demanding violent sabotage against Italian imperialist military ventures into Tripoli. Outstanding in his advocacy "i violence, he urged, that women lie down on the railroad tracks to bar trains from carrying Italian boys to Africa to fight for the realization of imperial ambitions. He even served live months in jail after an affair at Forli in which railroad tracks were,torn tip to prevent the passage of troop trains. The name of this agitator? Benito Mussolini, a ragged, sick, unstable workman who had spent hours agitating for every moment of honest work he had ever 'done. Thirty years have passed, and now, so wonderful is human life and the strange things that happen to men, it is this same man who is sending fresh transports full of young Italians to die in the same Africa for another Imperial Dream. It is thus same man AV n o dreams of resurrecting the ghost of the old Roman Empire, and who flings legions against Greece, and Albania, and Ethiopia. Truly, in all history there are few parallels to this socialist turned fascist, this worker turned ruler, this anti-imperialist turned imperialist, this poor, ragged agitator turned to a rich, braid-uniformed imperator, this man who tried to stop the troop trains issuing orders that the trains shall move again. Should it happen, as it may have happened, or as it may yet happen, that discontented workmen of Milan or Turin, watching the casualty lists 'that have cost 50,000 dead and wounded and 110,000 prisoners, watching the iniiltration of the alien German, should riot against Authority, one man, at least, will understand. Benito Mussolini once stood where they will stand. This Shrinking World Of course it's old stuff to say that the world's growing smaller. But it can scarcely be repeated too often, because it so drastically affects the future of our country and the policies we decide oj) today. Lauchlin Carrie skips- off to China on a loan matter; within a week he will be talking to Chiang Kai-shek far m China's interior. "Wild Bill" Donovan telephones .the White House from the Balkans, just as you'd call the corner grocery. Wendell Willkie skips over to Britain .for a look-see, just like going downtown to the movies. For better or for worse, the world IS growing smaller, and as it does so, every part of it becomes less and less independent of what happens in anv other part. We of the United States, traditionally independent and isolation's I. may not like it, but we can't change it. SO THEY SAY 1 m only a visitor here, but I came on my In 1884, and I have been here ever since -Alien registrant at the Wilmington. Del. re- istrruion bureau. ' ° * * * They destroyed the place whore the truth is *ld.-Wcndc!l Winkle, on secin* the destruction i,, Paternoster Row. London publishing cen- to the political sol- * * Thr hmnani,t gave wa ,io r ' JCSS11J - "•'t«». for t ] le Advancement of Teaching, sum«»»8 up 20 years in Germany sincc m £ SATURDAY; FEBRUARY i, 1941 I SIDE GLANCES JOPR.W1 BY NEA SERVICE, IMC. T. M. Ufa. U. S. PAT. Off. V44 What do-you-mean, .'Now look prelly'J" - HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis COf*. mt 1Y NU SUV1CI. INC T. fcL tIC. U "Hey,, which are you, ar^way—General .Smith or Private Smith?" Bells, Balli tubs, And .Love Are On it es n 0 Ti You can put down Ludwig Bcmcl- i OUT OUR WAY man.s as- probably the world's j mo.st unconventional travel! writer, And you'll wish there. were' a .great many more like him when you've finished "The -Donkey Inside" (Viking: $3>. the running account of his three trips to South America. Actually, Mr. Bcmel- man.s confines him.self to Ecuador—as a .sort of epitome of everything he saw—tosses in four of hLs characteristic illustrations in color for good measure.'but the result is an 1 unforgettable picture of life below the equator. boLli cno- matopoet-ic and chatty as the following description, of. Quito . and a cafe conversation shows: TT has been ..said of Quito that ^ it had one hundred churches and one bathtub. There arc more bathtnb.s now. b\it the churches arc still ahead — and they make themselves heard. Their bells arc hiiih and insistent ..-. . The deep- e-st.giv« off a sound like that of a bathtub hit with a .sledgehammer: the others are nervous and qnick. and none of them has-much music—one right next to the hotel goes: "Befjny bunk, beany bunk, beany bunk. . . " * * • "It i.s terriole here. Scnor." complained a native. "First, you make love to this girl you want until your nose bleeds; second, you'.must make love not only to her. but to her mother, her father, the but- YOLTLL HAVE TO : up, WES. CLOSE SWITCH- BOUT TWO r\ ITS.-7*9 A Vl. ( H Ml Li V ^' l ~ A J r- -^s —v. -. <m\\\:f-C - --T- -^--r—• ~ ~- .vNYu tfjf- f r^~j* j. «pfe^^=^ m^r^«^.~--'~'_r ••-, o^,^, ^~^ IPg^l^^ ^-^^1 By J. K. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoopic ,WWERE DID A NET TUAT SURSLV WE EMOU&VA GPECIN\Hf^9 OP JUNJGL£ FftUMA WiTMOOT ADD1MG A TO COLLHCTIOM' MAJOR ?—^ GHH TH 1 PlGMT WE- PU1 6CRGTCWED AGbF-ILLAlUAH UKE A 8UZZ RlAlMOC-^ ALL U& NEEDS 19' A INitWE ITUB TUB GOILED WiTK Wl FRONA BHIN 1 IM ERV 8AD COMPrXNV if VOU :( ASK U^ SERIAL STORY CONSCRIPTS WIFE BY BETTY WALLACE copy RIGHT. 1941. NEA SERVICE. INC. YESTERDAY. JUrtka U de- «eratf*e4 t» make BUI forget hi* *ke drive* l» cam*. *» < fce BWttow* *«r ff u*ai»»( 4i«efpli»e. He her of Mela* Paml «*af» ?*,? *••"«*'• <«*y 1» released. She **»• ki*» *ke 1* through waking •acHacea for him, that «he \m *«"»I*r Helta'*, tfofaff back t« ker Jofc. "Back to PMKI.W um *«TS. * * * CHAPTER XXIV THE girl with the flying red hair, crouched over the wheel of the ancient car that rocketed along the state highway so recklessly, was crying. She was crying although her eyes were dry, and her mouth was a hard and bitter line. She was crying deep inside herself—crying the soundless, agonized tears of utter desperation. That was why she drove so fast and so wildly. That was why she skidded over the little wooden bridge on the outskirts of Bayville, and scarcely noticed that she missed a truck by inches. And that was why, when she pulled up with a scream of brakes, outside the bungalow on Grace street, the dog which came barking joyously to greet her slunk off, frightened and bewildered, as she pushed him aside. Helen was sitting on the porch, knitting, while the baby slept. She lifted her head. The knitting dropped to her lap.«"Why, Martha, what's wrong?" The sound of her sister's voice roused Martha. "Wrong?" she echoed harshly. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's beautifully right." She sat down on the glider beside Helen. "I'm going back to rr>y job." * * * jyjARTHA did not think beyond that until her suitcases were packed and ready. Butch was in the back seat; she had kissed the baby goodby, and hugged Sister. She was shaking hands with Genie, trying not to see that Helen was still puzzled and hurt, when Eugene's matter-of-fact question came. "Are you sure Air Transport will take you back, Martha?" For an-instant she was stopped. Then she said, lightly, "Of course they wall!". Eugene's grin became sly and knowing. "Oh, I see. Your friend, Elliott. . . .-" "Don't be a fool, Eugene!" But while she drove back, that sunny afternoon, 24 whole hours after she had walked out on Bill in the guardhouse, she turned that over in her mind. Bill had been right, after all. Going back to Air Transport meant going back to Paul. She played with the idea of trying for a job somewhere else, j Her pressure on the accelerator ] lightened, and she mentally skimmed a list of places where she might inquire. But almost immediately she knew she couldn't afford delay and job hunting. There was very little money in her bag. At Air Transport, she was a trained and valued worker. To some other firm, she'd be only an unknown quantity. Beside—r her chin lifted—to be afraid of going back to Paul was to admit that most of what Bill had said was true. Unwillingly, she remembered Paul's voice saying, "As long as you're happy with Bill, I'm satisfied to remain out of the picture." Would he be satisfied if he found out the reason for her coming back? * • • CHE drove straight to Mrs. Larkin's house. That lady was glad to see her, comfortably unaware of the strangeness about her return. "Fve got your same room, still empty, Mrs. Marshall. Is . your sister all better now? That's good. I wanted to tell you, the night the wire came, that worrying never does much good. All kinds of times, in a lifetime, I always say. The ups. and the downs and your sister, having three young ones and all—why—you'd almost expect something like that." Mrs. Larkin was so busy talking she almost overlooked Butch. Finally, of course, she got around to him. "This your dog you were boarding at that kennel place? Not thinking of keeping him with you now?'* • "Oh, no. I—I believe I'll take him over to the farm right now." She felt guilty, as Butch leaped happily back into the car. "Poor boy, I do drag you around, don't I?" As soon as he got comfortably settled in one sort of life, she was taking him off to another. She thought, suddenly, "Suppose we had a child, Bill and I?" People who quarreled—people who separated—did to their children exactly what she was doing to Butch. Tears stung her eyes, then. The first tears since she had walked out of the guardhouse, yesterday. "But you're not a child, Butch. You're lucky not to.be a child/' she sobbed idiotically. . "I'm a fool, and you're'a dog—and—and —oh; Butch, Butch!" At the.farm, however, it seemed not nearly, so tragic to be bringin a Butch back. .Because a small tan fox terrier greeted him with de lighted barks from behind the wire fence, and the old man who rat the farm patted Butch affection- ately. "We've missed you, boy. Missed us any?" The old man shook his head over the state of Butch's coat. "What's this, chewing gum? And v/hafve you been feeding him?" "It probably is chewing gum," Martha told him. "My sister's children. . ." She watched from the back porch as Butch trotted in to join the tan fox terrier. He was going to be all right If only she herself could slip so easily back into the routine of the days before she went to Bayville! * * * 'THE next morning, she dressed briskly for her return to the office. The smart dark dress, the crisp white collar, the neat gabardine-and-patent shoes for which she had had little use in the bungalow, and which had not been festive enough for Sundays, seemed to armor her once more with their working mood. But when she was actually going through the big double doors that led to the reception room, she quaked a little. Maybe Air Transport didn't want her back. Perhaps they had gotten along very nicely indeed without Mrs. Marshall, thank you. The girl at the switchboard'-' cried, "Look who's here! Of'-.all people! I thought you retired." "I thought so, too. Is the Chief in?" "I'll ring him." . The Chief was in. Ho came bursting out from his private office when he heard her name, and he _ wrung her hand in such honest pleasure that all'misgiving 16ft her. "Martha," he said. "Martha, be*' fore, you say one word about only having stopped in for a visit, I beg you to look at rae. Look at me hard and see the new gray- hairs in my head and the bare spots where I've pulled out the rest. • "Martha; that- girl from Sales who took your place was the world's prize lame brain. ' She went into tears every time I dictated a word over two syllables. The one after that.was even worse, and Saturday I got rid of the one who followed her. "Martha, you must" take pity on us! Engineering secretaries don't grow on bushes. We'll give, you a raise, we'll put fresh flowers on your desk every morning, v/eTl serve you free lunches—" "Stop!." she laughed. "Stop, Chief, please!" She .laughed until the tears came—laughed with relief and thanksgiving. - "That's what I came for. To'<'get" my job back." (To Be Continued) ler. and the parrot, and. in the end you always must marry her." "Always?" i said. "Always," he assured me bleakly "The town is too small—for otherwise, with a desirable girl"— he put up his hands and counted the obstacles — "she is religious, that i.s one fence you must jump over; she is beautiful: she is rich, that is" the third fence—but the worst is that the streets and the windows are full of relatives who watch her. There arc three Pizarro aunts, three Ayora aunts, two Chirimoya uncles, and Rio del Pinar family of 12 head, and her father—he is worse than all of them. He had the cheek to a,sk the British minister for a list; of his guests before he accepted for her—what do you think of that?" Your Federal Income Tax No. 1 Gross Income Determines Liability is i(" good manners to give him .such B "boost." that you embarrass him? 2. When a stranger moves tol town is- it good manners to give him the "low-down" on all the people in town? 3. When a stranger stops you to ask directions and you cannot tell him what he wants to know, should you say "I'm sorry''? 4. "Is "How interesting!" n good reply to make when another person mentions his job or profession? 5. When two members of the same business or profession get together in a crowd, is it good manners for them to monopolize the conversation with shop talk? What would you do if— You arc a newcomer to a community and a townsman says, "I hope you .will like it here"— (a) Say. "Thank you. I'm sure I shall"? (1>) Say, "I hope so, too"? Answers .1. No. 2. No. Let him size up people for himself. He may like certain people that you don't., if he is not prejudiced against them by being, given the "low-down." 3. Yes. 4. Not if you can think of anything less trite. 5. No. .If they want to tal'.c shop they should wait until they can get off by themselves. Best "What Would You Do" solution—(a). Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was known • as "The Children's Pool." Read Courier News want ads. THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson There ;irc two arresting: facUs in the 1940 income tax taw. First, the basis for determining liability for a return has been changed from net income to gross income. Second, the exemptions have been lowered from ^1.000 to $800 for a single person, and from S2.500 to $2.000 for a married pcr.so nor head of a family. Every citizen or resident of the United stales mu.st file an income tax return, 'f single, or not living •wit.h hu.sbanci or v;ife. tmci his other gross income is $309; or if married, and his or her gross 'income is $2,GtiO; or if their aggregate grew; income equals or exceeds 52,000. It matters not what the net income of .such persons may be, or if the return, by reason of allowable deductions, the "per- scual exemption, or credit for ds- pcndenks i.s nont-axable, the grots income of all such persons must be reported to the Government. Mind Your Manners Test your knowledge of cos 1 rod social usage by answering: the following questions. Iho'i cheeking- against U»c aulJiorHa- live answers below: l. When introducing a person NOSE -RUBBI NJO \S THE MOST WIDELY USED AAANKINID/ PEOPLES USE IT THAN THE COMBINED DEVOTEE'S OF AND CO?R. 19'.1 BY TJEft SERVICE. INC. T. M, REG. 0. 5. PAT. OFF. LUTHER BURBANK, WHOSE SUCCESS PLANT DUE TO HI/WSELF A GIVE THREE OTHER NAMES FOR A GROUNDHOG*/ ANSWER: \Voodchuck, rock chuck, end'marmot. NEXT: Do surisppls affect ilic stock market?
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