The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on February 15, 1941 · Page 4
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Saturday, February 15, 1941
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PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. - —,-, ' -H. W.-HAINES, PuWi*h«r - $AMUEL F, NQRRIS, Editor ' J. THOMAS PHILLIPS, Advertising Manager Sok National Advertising 'Representatives: . - WaUace Witmer.-Co., New Yfcrk, Chicago, Ete- trott, Atlanta, .Memphis. ' ' Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at the post- office 'at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of Congress,' October ty 1917. ' - . Served by the United Press SUBSCRIPTION RATES ^By e*i'i : i«T Jh; U« City of Blytheville, I5c per week, or 65c P«r month. By mail, within a radius of 50 miles, $3-00 per year, $1-50 for six months, 75c for three months; by man in postal zones two to six Inclusive, $6.60 per year; ill zones seven and eight, $10,00 per y*v, payable in advance. ^ _ ' *ar*~***-**T*f i I i L '' '"««•• ' ii" 1 -' Politics, Pistols and Piolets To begin wit, it is quite useless i'or Americans to try to understand the death of Samuel-Walter Ginsburg-Krivitsky. The detective-thriller aspect of a former Russian secret service man found dead in a Washington hotel is E. Phillips Oppenheim-ish enough, and -there will be a wild and violent discussion in radical circles about whether he was the victim of political revenge. .But the whole business of political assassination or political suicide either, Russian style, i$ beyond us simple Americans to understand. Was Ginsburg-Krivitsky murdered by-an implacable political assassin of the Russian OGPU, who pursued him across the world with a bloodhound determination that makes Jeft'erson . Hope's pursuit of Drebber and Stanger- son in Sherlock Holmes' story look like a casual encounter? Did the victim be- conie horrified at his exposures of international plotting by the Soviets, and kill himself in sheer remorse, as many of "his Communist associates appear to have done in Moscow? Did the terror of impending and unavoidable assassination drive him to pull the trigger of his own gun first? Or was suicide or murder due to some other and unknown cause? ••; We do not know, and we probably never shall; know, All that comes to the American mind, which is simple and direct, "is that the kind of Ufe that is lived in .thermore conspiratorial circles of Eussian^adfcal!snf% : - : quite beyond our understanding. To us, goes by his own name, or has it legally publicly changed by a court. To the Russian, frequent change of name is commonplace, and suggests no culpability. To us, secret intrigue and political double-crossing seem contemptible and • evil; we .have little talent for it; to the Russian it seems the.breath. of Jtfe, To us, the abject confessions of men accused of political unorthodoxy in Russia seem unfathomable; we can under- 'stand a man signing a confession under duress, but .the self-castigation that goes with it in Russia, we cannot un* • derstand, ' >>' Leon Sedoff, son of Trotsky, died in Paris in 1938, apparently a suicide, with the police unable to substantiate his father's charges of OGPU murder. Trotsky himself was brutally murdered last year in Mexico by a zealot wielding a piolet or Alpine climbing- axe. Now Krivitsky, who publicly had renounced what he claimed was a lifetime of international intrigue and spy- nig for the Russian government, and who wrote a long expose of it, dies by OUT OUR WAY the gun> There have been others. 'The only common denominator has b een a common opposition to the present Rus^ sian government. Whether this newest thriller of the slums of international politics is murder or not, we may never Hnow. But the long succession of such deaths begins to put a strain on coincidence. Maybe even innocent-minded Americans will begin to be convinced that the real world of today has thrown into shadow the fictional world created by Oppenheim and Achmed Abdullah. ' ' The Quick and The Crowd There are going to be a lot more complaints like, this one, so we might as well get ready for them. At Camp Shelby, Mississippi, some of the cantonment buildings thrown together in • so great a hurry are beginning to show defects even before the construction crews have left the scene. Window- frames are shrinking, tent floors buckling, gaps and cracks are beginning to appear, It is the inevitable result of being in a hurry. Green, unseasoned lumber was used when it was not possible to get lumber conforming to strict army specifications. Well, suppost they had waited until just the right kind of lumber wa»s available?. There would then have been a great hue and cry about delay. Quick building is dear building, and it is pretty apt to be shoddy building. It is all part of the price we pay for our unwillingness to look ahead three or four years ago. When You Drank A Tulip . . Back in the clays before the World War, there was a song which began, "When You Wore a Tulip, a Sweet Yellow Tulip . . ." Well, that's all over. They're drinking tulips now in Holland, and perhaps in Germany, too. A private letter from a great Dutch tulip-grower recently revealed that nearly three million bulbs of his 1939 crop are now being treated for use as a CQtTe^ substitute.'Whether, the Germans are" taking the'coffee'from the Dutch and leaving them their own tulip-bulbs to. drink is not made clear. Possibly all central Europe is now drinking tulip-bulbs and acorns as their first installment of'the great new era promised by their conquerors. In any case, one irreparable injury has already been done to Holland. The tulip-bulb center of the world has shifted to the United States, and nothing the Nazis can.ever do is likely to restore to Holland a pre-eminence she had won by her own efforts. SO THEY SAY After tli? European War, the Western Hemisphere is certain to become the center of civilization. Any civilization, any civilized living, means buildng.— Thomas S. Holrien, president the F. w. Dodge Corporation. * * v I like the German people, but I have no respect for Hitler and the Nazi /lag.— Municipal Judge Ida May Adams, Los Angeles, in' trouble with the State Department because she burned such a flag in court. * * * A library is a great deal more thai) a building and a collection of books.-Dr. pilworth , Cleveland minister. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1941 SIDE GLANCES by Gtlbrtfth COPK. mt ay NEA SERVICE:, inc. T. M. REC. u. s. PAT. OFF. "Imissed my son, all right, when lie .went off to college, but 1 didn t realize how much until thi sn " THIS.CURIOUS WORLD •'V.S11S 1 AT TIAAE WHEN WALKING/ BECAUSE OF THIS BACT, AFRICAN HUNJTER'S SAY THAT A £23^/3L££ ELEPHANT T. M. t?EO- U. S. PAT. OFF, IS THE OA,S>T LJNJIT C?F TME A -SUCTIOISJ CAN LIFT WATER: BUT AVDTHER. CAN PUMP IT TO THE TOP OF TREES 350 FEET OR. AAORH 1IXJ ANSWER: In peacetime it operates under the Treasury Department. In war, it automatically becomes a part of the navy. NEXT: "Which is larger. North or South America? HARRISON IN HOLLYWOOD BY RUTH AYERS COPYRIGHT. 1941, NEA SERVICE. INC. Kent tell* April Ju«( how much (Sifis day mean* to HUN, KO Mhe uuntliiuftt the m:!«- fiiu-rade. Sim Ontlr* A«»'N favorite yk'iilc grounds e^lly, help* Kvnt build the urilL Then lie kJx.sf* lu-r. "You've never klaxed me Ulc<: that before," Kent *ay*. ^For the first time, I can believe you're in love with UK." ' * * * TIIIS MUST BE LOVE CHAPTER VII T^HEN Kent kissed her and said, "I believe you're in love with me," April stood trembling, scarcely daring to move. Then she, whispered, out of this daze of happiness, "Yes, I think I am." "It had to be like this, Ann." Ann! Her sister's name. It was Ann. he thought he held in his arms. Reality came back to April. She was falling in love with Kent Carter, her sister's sweetheart. This couldn't happen. When she'd started out on this jaunt with Kent today, it hadn't been to fall in love with him herself, but to keep him in love with Ann. Kent was saying, "We're a lot alike, Ann. We both hate cheap love-making. That's why this means so much. It's the real thing." "The real tiling." She repeated it slowly, wonderingly. She looked ciown. to see the brave spurts of flames in the fire sputtering out. "Wait a minute/ 1 she tried to speak gaily. 'Til have to rush for kindling. There isn't enough fire left to toast a marshmallow." "A good squaw," he grinned, * * * ALL the time she was getting the grill hot and unpacking the lunch kit, April wrested with an inward turmoil. Kent was Ann's sweetheart. So she, April, must forget him, stop caring be^ fore she cared too much. Her eyes smarted from the smoke; she rubbed a smudge across her cheek; she blistered hex- fingers. It was in the quick, tingling pain that everything suddenly cleared itself. There wasn't a problem any more! Kent loved the girl he had just kissed. What difference would it matter -if she told him she was April? He might be startled for a minute, but then he'd surely have to laugh at what had happened—laugh and then kiss her again and say how wonderful it was that things had turned out this way. She would tell him as soon as they'd eaten. AH about how Ann had gone to New York for a singing career, how she, April, had started to pinch-hit and then fallen head over heels in love. She came out of her daydream as Kent spoke. "Is it true that when you're in love you're not supposed to have an appetite?" "That's what I've heard." "Gosh," he said, "that counts me out. I'm starving." "Maybe it counts me out, too," she said, always remembering in the last split second to speak softly as Ann would, instead of shouting in a gay, glad outburst, "You mean you have an appetite?" He pretended to be very disapproving. "Well," she apologized, "I didn't eat any breakfast." "I missed it myself. A nice meal, breakfast. Specially the coffee." "Octavia sent along the break-? fast brew in the thermos." "So I discovered when you were foraging for the firewood." "Kent, you cheated!. For that you can twiddle this fork while I have a cup by myself, too." He moved awkwardl/ to the fire. She placed the fork in his hand, touching the steak with it to give him his bearings. He didn't want sympathy. He hated being fussed over and pampered. Funny how she seemed to understand him so well. Funny, too, as she Sipped the hot coffee, that she couldn't take her eyes from him. She was certain no\v that the wind and sun had whipped out the whiteness in his face. Even the dark -glasses didn't look so frightening. And what a swell smile he had. It went straight to your heart. Her heart. April Burnett really falling in love for the first time. * * * CHE kept making herself think • that he would understand, tha he wouldn't care "because she wa:. April and not Ann. Every time doubts lifted up, she downed them "What's it like in the army Kent?" She started conversation for a little while to keep from thinking too much. "Ah, .it's a grand^e.\i)erience, he spoke warmly. "You'll have to see the camp with me some time soon. It's impressive,.magnificent When you get up early in the morning, you look out and the rst thing ypu sec is the flag flying at the post. It does something to r ou. I always find myself say- ng, 'Good morning, glory.'. Yes, and I'm thinking of you and the flag all in one. Hundreds of us here, Aon, and I guess most of .hem feel the same way I do." "Tell me more, Kent." "Drills, mess, maneuvers, all :his because everyone in olive drab has someone back' home, >omething at stake that he's ready .0 defend." "You can talk like this, Kent, after what happened to you?" "What happened hasn't turned out so bad," he said. "I've lost my eyes for a little while because, a rookie lost his head. But if it hadn't been like that, maybe you and I would be miles apart and growing • farther away all the time." April winked back tears. When pride in a man mixed with the new stirring of love, "it made a dynamic combination. "I'll remember this day the rest of my life," she found herself saying aloud. Kent's face was. alight again. "I knew we could come back," he said. "I was sure of it." And that was a winter Sunday, a clear, blue Sunday on a hill above a windmill farm. * «> * "W7HEN lunch was over and Nip had been stuffed with steak scraps, April led the way to a stone wall, where two flat rocks adjoined to make a love seat. This was the time to. tell him! She braced herself. She fortified herself with the thought that all was fair in love and -war—and wasn't this a little of "Kent," she began, his hand, "you were —this is the real He held her hand love you more than '•'It almost seems as if I had to'go blind this way to discover how wonderful you are/' "I've changed," she whispered, holding her breath. "I'm not— I'm not the same girl, Kent!" His head went up. It seemed as if his mouth had. suddenly curved in a grim line. "Yes, you're the same girl," he said, "but you've come into your own. You're not just a shadow of the Glitterbug any longer." In her quick, startled gasp, he went on, "I knew it .from -the minute you met me at the train." "You—you what?" "April made a-career of out- dazzling you. outshining you until you'd lost all confidence in yourself. "Thank heavens, you've had your eyes opened to her at IasL fi (To Be Continued) will make their appearance in "Sunny" only a stopover between their supper-club rounds. But you never can tell. They took the job because Producer-Director Herbert Wilcox promised they could do some acting. They're as important as anybody in the show except, Anna Neagle and Ray Bqlger. PAUL'S FATHER- INTRODUCED THEM At any rate, it's likely the team will drop around for other pic- stage set of our own and were using some discarded 'flats' for a backdrop which had a few holes but looked all right. Paul was whirling me around his' neck. He let me go, and instead of landing gracefully I slipped and dove through " the backdrop, clear out of sight of tha audience- They howled and we practically died, As I went on again, the manager told me we should finish with .something funny, as if the accident were intentional. We tried, HOLLYWOOD.—It's nice to see Paul anci Grace Hartman on a movie set for a change. The hefty red-headed gent and his .small, bright-eyed and astonishingly durable wife, who dance, have been too long among the white-tie and bare-back night spots of this and several other nations. It's time we four-bit movie customers got ;i look at their terpischoreau mayhem- After the Harlinans* appearance In a, pe.culjar film titled "45 Fathers," in 1937, I, predicted they I would be long absent from cellu- ; loid. Enticed hero by 20th-Fox i for ,a. musical which was delayed i at the last minute, they were i Lossed into the aforementioned i charade even more heartlessly I than Paul, in their cabaret routine, hurls Grace out among the . $10 ringside patrons and the j champagne buckets. It may be chat the Hartmans lures. For the last four i years and we tried too hard, hut we they've been telling producers, got by. "Sony, but we're hooked -solid for j "And that was the beginning the next seven months. Besides, i of our comedy routine, although { _ - : we get $2500 a week. And most | it- took a lot of pplishinsr. We un- HELENA, Ark. (UP)—Criminals are seeking loans of approximately 31.000 to re-open the factory with, and. propose- to issue stock to.cover the amount of the loans, which are to be paid back, from the rcr celpts. Frank Johnson, who Is leading the drive to raise the funds estimated that 20 "button makers would be employed once the plant is reropened. Blood Hounds Used In Phillips County important of all, we're having; derplay it now, .starting seriously fun." Naturally, there was time when the Hartmans were not in such demand, although it wasn't F.O tough except right at the be.T ginning. Paul was the 'son of Fen'is Hartman, well-loved showman called the Ziesfeld of the West. Grace Barrett was a sea captain's daughter, San Francisco and earnestly, and letting it get away from us." in Helena and Phillips County are in for additional trouble since the police department 'and sheriff's office have required',-three experienced blpodrhoimds.. The dogs ware loaned to the law- officers by Burk Clayton, brother of Sheriff Howard Clayton. Desha j NEWPORT, Ark. (UP)—Former I County, who y formerly was. .in. 'employees of the button factory charge cf-a camp ac the' jjesha here this, week were conducting a County* state ' prison* farm'.. They Button Makers Selling Stock to Reopen Plant . _ ,^ - . f T - ,„-,.„.,,- ^ ~~iv*>vv*t4vr tjiuuw plJCXJ** LUl-iil., JLiit-J corn, who became a Denishawij j s tock . selling campaign to raise i are Quartered at police headquar- dancer and was lured for one of funcls ^ re-open the plant. ! tera and-will-be-iwed by-both-city By J. R, William* OUR BOARDING HOUSE mtli Major HoopJe MOU'RJE. .<3OING RK3HT \ UP TO BED-- YOuS/E GOT TO BE IM BED AT ELEVEW.' YOU JOlMED THAT DP5.ILL OUTFIT AMD I'M <SOIM<3 TO SEE THAT YOU LIVE UP TO IT--THAT'S V^IHY HE MADE. ME A # BUT USTEU--I'M OM A PASS-THAT'S ONE'QFTH' FEW PRIVILEGES A SOLDIER GITS/ I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO BED ALL * W16HT IF I DON'T FEEU LIKE IT--OOSH, YOU MAKE ME DO KJTCHEM POLICE PER BE1M' BAD, AM TAKE A^AV MY PRIVILEGES F5R BE1M' GOOD-- YOU AlNlV MO CORPORAL, WOU'RE A JAILER./ ___^ rgr •I \~\ M ' t •Z-/5" A TORTUNc AWAITS INMENTTOR WHO /^ :^& PERFECTS AS oevice * TO KEEP SOAP \: \\ V.\\nV^.% fl 1C oOTN-ls-V 8 ^ ? ^^||^S^ WjjVVw r^lA"^»l^ iflllS the elder Hartman's productions She and Paul Hartman were introduced by his father. Paul was a sophomore at the Univer-r j sity of California. In no more; days than there are words in this sentence, he became an ex-student, the husband of Grace Barrett, and her dancing partner. They asked papa for a job, got it, flopped, were fired. Like a lot of success-seekers, they went west. Already ,fceing as far west as Greeleys advice intended., they went to the Orient- Beginning in spots such as Shang- haiv, Batavia and Bombay, they made it a two-year, world-circling, shakily financed honeymoon, FUMBLE IN PHILLT In Msnhattan. after tv/p years of intensive practice, they found ballroom-style ciancp .teams were a clime a eleven. Thai wat in the season of 1928-30, I believe. After playing a few cool engagements and worrying a few weeks, they landed in Philadelphia, and I now turn the .story over to Grace Havtman: "We were doing an nriagio---fcut seriously. We didn't have a lull _. , -.~ -- — .— 'used by both -city The former workers in the plant land county officers. HOLD EVERYTHING y Clyde Lewis Amiouucenieiits The Courier News has been authorized to make formal announcement of the following candidates for public office at M\e municipal April 1. . — .. 5 or iM».yur TG3IX" LITTLE - E. R. (Rabbit) JACKSON -'-Dinwiddie never golover lokiiig. * his lovs lo -bed- \vilh him."

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