The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on February 19, 1941 · Page 4
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, February 19, 1941
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PAGE FOTJIt BLYTHEVTLLE, (ARK.) COUBIER NEWS WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 19; 1941 'THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS v ; - THE' COURIER NEWS CO. " ' •' H. W. HAINES, Publisher SAMUEL F. NOR RIS, 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, 15c per week or 65c per month. By 'mail,- within a radius of 50 miles, $3.00 per year SI 50. for six months, 75c for three months'. g mau in 'postal zones two to six incluswe $G.50 per year; in zones seven and eight, per year, payable in advance. More. Important Than Bridges There is going to be a lot of discussion about the move to deport Harry Bridges, the west coast longshoremen's leader. Most of it is going to be beside the point. There will be great debate on whether Bridges' rights are being infringed " upon, debate on whether the new proceedings against him smack of persecution. All that we are not discussing here, because it is not the most important phase of thfe question. Suppose . Bridges is deported. Does anyone suppose that such an act will change the situation in the unions over which Bridges has exerted leadership and influence? Does anyone suppose that the followers he has led along a path so closely paralled to the Communist Party line will suddenly change just because an individual has been deported? Will the deportation, for example, of Mrs. Browder, wife, of the general 'secretary of the Communist Party, have the slightest effect, except "perhaps to strengthen the beliefs of all people who incline to sympathy? 01 course not. The whole history of the. radical movement for 100 years shows the futility of such efforts to silence the individual. Organizations should be won away from* such leadership,, no.t ,by breaking the leaders nor by breaking the organizations. Both >co'urses are futile. The only course which offers real hope is the continued demonstration that such leadership is -fatal. It was fatal to the German trade unions; fatat^-to the' French: fatal ,to.--the Spanish. It is already beginning- to. be .worse than a handicap to the American, as it has proved itself to have been to the Brit- ish. Whether Harry Bridges is a Communist or not, we don't, pretend to know. Considerable investigation with ^ facilities beyond our own have failed ^ " to give a clear-cut answer. But in these ; days when the regular Communist pro- cedure is to deny membership and to lead non-members down the party line, - it doesn't matter so much, anyway. The only question is: does the man's - course over a period of years appear ,~ : to have been shaped by the interests L' of American trade unionism or by the v interests of international Stalinism? That is a question to be considered not -; by a court of law at all but by the ; members of his own organization, and -- those who have accepted direction and - influence from him. v The question of the rights of indi- ' '.' viduals is .important. But we speak :.* here of the. question of their influence. To think., to speak, to write— these are rights. But to lead is not a right —that is a privilege which those who follow can take away at any time they may be convinced that the leadership is bad. Are the American people concerned with Communist leadership among the workers in key industries? There is only one way to change that situation effectively: to show how disastrous such leadership is almost certain to be; and to provide an alternative of leadership equally able, equally aggressive, and wholly devoted to the direct interests of the workers and to our free republic. More Strange Bedfellows We've all got to get used to strange bedfellows if we're to get any sleep at all in this topsy-turvy world. News from Mexico that Spanish Monarchists and Republicans arc trying to get together on means of ousting Dictator Franco from Spain sounds strange indeed. But let's have no sarcastic cracks from the United States, which sees spectacles like this: Colonel Mcuormick of the Chicago Tribune and Earl Browder , general secretary of the Communist Party, united against measures which they feel might lead to war; Norman Thomas and Senator Tal't united in fear that war preparations lead to dictatorship; John L. Lewis anil Henry Ford joining hands in opposing aid to Britain; Father Coughiin -and Harry Bridges alike viewing with alarm the activities for defense and help for the British. Everybody must now pick out his own political bed and lie in it as comfortably as- he -may, trying not to roll over or listen to adjacent snoring. Sleep well! Housing (riope One of the byproducts which we can get from the defense effort is improved housing. ' The London Times not long ago asserted, that the improvement in British housing was the greatest constructive benefit derived by the • people from that whole confused post .World War decade. . ' ;; We had made a start at housing improvement before the defense effort began. Now there are new housing needs arising from that effort. Great 'new industrial plants rise where there was nothing a few months ago. Camps are swelling to the point where they have greater populations than nearby towns, which offer no accommodations for wives, children, and relatives of soldiers, nor for tradesmen drawn,, to the scene by the soldier payrolls. Much housing must be built. Shall it be jerry-built, or of permanent value? Shall it be planned or higgledy-piggle- ty? Every bit. of it that is so planned and built as to be of later and permanent use to the country and its citizens, is so much extra dividend from the defense effort. I don't, think the Uniced States ought to leu Europe cither to make peace or to continue war. —Senator Robert A, Ta.fl, Ohio. My judgment is that if Britain collapses tomorrow \ve would be in a war in a month. --Wendell .Willkie. former G. O. P. presidential candidate. SIDE GLANCES ^ IL \ * SERIAL STORY DRAFTED FOR LOVE 6Y RUTH AYERS COPYRIGHT, I04f NEA. SERVICE. INC, . ^u^^iL^^floa'B^.'^:.^. >-^$&f$'W;^J™'*^ i ^^•:ll^U:S^-^«^ »;•;"• ' •tviiv'.-.V "^<.«Wi •••' COPH. 1941 »Y NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REO. U. S. PAT. Off. "He says he'll have his tonsils oul without a fuss if he can exhibit them in a glass jar at school." THIS CURIOUS WORLD,, %™soT 'M NATOVE (B>!EAvR O is IT IS A RELATIVE OF THE COPR. J «t BY NEA SERVICE. INC ANSWER: 1. Night and Day; 2. Shepherd's Hey; 3. Dark Eyes: 4. Tramp, Tramp, Tramp. NEXT: Which came first, the ttrd or the egg? YESTERDAY: April play, brr pure aii to the iii«-nii:'w clow. But *h« ru.shv.* homeward, trying to «?»u::i>« n storm in {he itle ami the Morm o« emotion*. The Jiuil i*«Kin* nn.tlury r c a«h Kent'it horn*. Ayril krum-ri 1C *lie meet* Kcut'» »unt «he will be revealed a» un iinyovtor. * * * ESCAPE FROM AN AUNT CHAPTER X QTEP by step, Aunt Elizabeth 0 Carter descended the stairs. And with 6very step, it was to« April Burnett like the ax falling, the loop tightening. ' "Still airaid of Aunt Elizabeth, aren't you?" Kent was whispering close to her ear. "She's really a darling when you know her." April's head went up, a silly phrase darted through tar mind. "Your sin will always find you out" All right, she'd take it. She'd lace the music. She'd even be, flip and pretend she had taken an impudent delight in the masquerade. Aunt Elizabeth was at the bend in the stairs, coming closer at eve : ry second. April had never seen her before and now, even in the midst of her oxvn torment, she could find herself studying the old ]ady with a certain detachment. What had Kent said? "Still afraid of Aunt Elizabeth, aren't you?'' That meant that Ann had been timid in the presence of the old lady. Well, she wouldn't be. She found herself saying clearly, "How do you do?" Miss Carter came closer, peered up at her with eyes as round and black as currant berries. Kent said, "I've wanted you and Ann to meet for a long time. Aunt Elizabeth. This is Ann Burnett." "Ann Burnett?" The old woman reached out a * wrinkled, ivory hand. "Ann, eh?" * * * QI-JE looked closely at April, but there wasn't a flicker of recognition. April grasped the hand, gripping it so she wouldn't do anything ioolish like fainting in a heap on the floor. So this was it! Ann and old Miss Carter had never met. .» It was obvious from Kent's introduction, from the way the great aunt was studying her. If you could drop dead from sheer relief. April Burnett knew she would have come to tho end of her life then and there. In the blessed last-minute reprieve, she found the frozen mask of her face lifting ia a smile. "It's very nice to know you," she began, trying to speak as Ann would. Nip gave, one .last shake to his back" and'barkect Kent covered the awkward pause by saying, "Let's all go to the library. It's the only warm place in this ark of a house. We're freezing, Aunt Elizabeth. Maybe Jasper could bring us some coffee." "Jasper," Miss Carter said,."has gone to meeting for an hour." With this, she led the way doww the hall to the library. It was' a big room, book-lined, with an open grate fire which burned in an orange and ruby glow. Aunt .Elizabeth took the straight-backed seat at the desk, leaving April and Kent to spt together on. the leather lounge. A little alarmed by the aunt's bright and searching eyes, even though the danger of being discovered az an impostor was over, April launched at once into nervous chatter. "We had a lovely day. Miss Carter. We drove miles *out in the country for a steak fry." "A steak fry?" The tiny martinet of an aunt lifted her brows as if April were talking of a cannibal , roast. "What a peculiar custom." "Not at all, Aunt .Elizabeth," Kent cut in loyally. "It's fun. Besides, Ana loves roughing it outdoors." Aunt Elizabeth surveyed the Ann who was April. "I shouldn't think so to look at her," ske said. "She doesn't seem what is called, nowadays, the type." And now the black, bright eyes were taking in April's yellow hair and doll-lashed eyes and the blistered white hands. April saw the look of chagrin on Kent's face and she spoke quickly. "But I am the type," she trilled and even to herself it was exactly what she knew Ann would have said. "'"'There's nothing like the sight of hills, fresh air and sunshine to make you feel fit." "And. hailstones, too, 1 presume." Outside, the. sleet struck the windows and the wind was a howling mob. A PHIL sat still^her hands Iwist- -^- ing. Then, momentarily, her taut nerves relaxed. Aunt Elizabeth Carter was speaking to Kent The eyes she turned toward him were neither sharp nor gentle. Instead, there was something of the Spartan, written there. It was at if she were ignoring the fact that Kent was temporarily blind, as if she scorned the very thought of affliction. She said, "Since Jasper isn't a hand to make coffee, .you will go to the wine cabinet, Kent, and bring out the bottle of elderberry and a tray of glasses." " "Sure enough," Kent agreed and stood up. He put out his hand for a minute against the leather ".ounge arid then walked straight ahead, through the door, back into the dim recesses of an adjoining room which held the wine :abinet. Miss Carter said nothing but the look she turned on April was more expressive than any words. It was a challenge, in fact, to signify that no matter whether the future for Kent held lightness or dark, he was never to be pitied. * * * A WAY back in her mind, April ri - was remembering small bits she had heard about Elizabeth Carter through ^.the years. Aunt Elizabeth was a'recluse, a proud, arrogant person who stayed on the hill, shut in by her gingerbread house and the walls of°the formal garden. Hadn't there been a love affair years ago, a tale of a scoundrel who'd courted her and then absconded with most of "her fortune? At any rate, Aunt Elizabeth lived remote from Pattonsville. her only contact with the outside world through Kent, the orphaned nephew she had brought up from childhood. Now Kent was back, balancing the tray with the tiny crystal goblets in the mock manner of a waiter. The elderberry wine al first sip was warming, tangy. The fire glowed. A drowsiness came over April and she shut her eyes briefly as she heard Kent telling his aunt more- about the day's excursion. Outside, the sleet still struck the windows but not so violently and the wind had changed its tune to one of melancholy instead of a battle cry. April stood up. "I must start for home," she said suddenly. "Mother and Dad will be worried about me." "Oh, not yet," Aunt Elizabeth' said, and now her eyes were brighter than ever. "I understand that you sing? It would be kind,of you to let me hear a song or two before you leave." Kent turned to April. "Yes, Ann, sing for me." But April pushed by him, pushed by the door to the parlor where Aunt Elizabeth was already opening the keyboard of the piano, and rnn to the hall. Nip, keeping guard by her coat, sprang to his feet. "I'm going home, I tell you," April sobbed. "I can't sing tonight. I never could sing. I hate singing." With that, she opened the door "and slipped through. ' «.• : . (To Be Continued) HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS Mind Your Manners Navy Starts Expansion Of Detroit River Base DETROIT (UP)—The IT. S.Naval Training base at Grasse He in the Detroit river here will be the second largest of its kind in the nation when current expansion is completed. Naval authorities in Washington announced that $1,000.000 will be spent expanding the base's facilities for training. The program provides $750,000 for erection of a hangar, enlarged quartets and bar- racks, and expansion of the area from HG acres to 460 acres. Training facilities will be tripled by the program, Lieut.-Commander R.' C. Young said, with equipment for 100 students a month when expansion is completed. Miss Hargreaves is Victorian Lady Born of Thought If you're looking for an opiate against the .wona's infectious jitters, inhale deeply of "Miss Hargreaves'' by Frame Baker CCowardivlcCann: $2.50)Miss Constance Hargreaves is a crictle Victcnan laoy created in the thoughts of Norman Huntley and his iriend, Henry Beddow. It happens this ivuy: Norman and Henry, imaginative young men, make up her name, give her character and haolis, and ar£ thoroughly confused to discover .that she exists. Norman experiments with her and discovers that she "War of tho Koses"' The "War of the Rose's*' was a series of civil wars between the houses- of Lancaster and 'York, in England. The reel rose was the symbol of Lancaster, while the j white rose was the emblem of York. was really bom of his thoughts— 01 - daughtre— Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against die authoritative answers below: I'. Do godparents usually belong to the same religious faith the child is to be brought up in? 2. How are friends usually invited | to a Christening? 3. Are children dressed in white for the Christening ceremony? 4. is the clergyman given a fee lor a Christening, just as he is for performing a wedding ceremony? 3. Should close friends and relatives invited to a Christening give the baby a gift? What would you do if— You receive a telegram from a friend saying he has a new son write to your friend to offer congratulations? Answers 1. Usually,. lor the godparents are supposed to be responsible for the religious education of the child. 2. Either by telephone or by an informal note. 3. Yes- 4. Yes. 5. Yes. Best "What Would You Do" solution—(a). In Japan, seaweed is being converted into artificial wool by * factory which • turns out five tons of the product daily. Announcements The Courier News has been authorized to make formal announcement of the following candidates, for public office at the municipal ' election April 1. OUT OUR WAY By J. R.'Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major HoopJe &&'s'f\ &i&\ ^^^^&<w&2^-^W . BORKA THIRTY YEA£S TOO. SCOW ~\S. ?UT THAT RECQG>-^YCUR ANCESTOR^ AXVRV ANO t-v\w~-4 if WERE''IN tlfML. 1%TO TJ-IE STDRE PG^J j^THE LION HSPNfcTED, IMPRISONED <; : L ATOJE.T'N^ 4LTEN R3UNDS C&V (• V IN /\ v-OREtGN LfcND/"*~- .4. ( CR BOTHER/ / ^H POTATOES//^ i / UMP-KAFF/? i SUPPOSE NO'J i i I DOUG-4TV ?,\G : >—-•>•—N^__ ^ ' ., 'T^sgm / \ iV-'i^*^ \ / lU'^lMv. \^ 19*1 BY N€«se"vitr.. IM: i\. v .-, V\'v;=k • V 4^r^/#T^/.-«" -v v -H f mml^m ' VU ^mwr.^-T^ ^ - < ^ that he can make her do tnings, even change her appearance, sim- [ 4 :ly by imagining it. I There is, for instance, the after- icon he imagines she is a swan. \bout that time he realises fully now dangerous his weird power an become, ft is much too difficult trying to explain this phenomenon to friends and relatives. Only his father, wno stoutly maintains h~e once created a lizard by the thought process, understands 1 the power in his son's grasp. Norman alternately hates and loves tnc old lady , he has created. He leelers on brink of madness and finally decides something must bo done. Hove he disposes of this diificult prooiem makes a. fas- c.natmg ciimas to a delightful novel. There's not.hiiu; escapist acosit "Tne Carrington Incident'' by Niven Busch (Morrow: $2.50). It is the stocy of Cajrington, paid companion to a wealthy youns gatlabout. who is hurled brutally and .suddenly into the middle cl Nozi intrigue- Nazi figures aro thinly disguised—cer- j tainly not enough so you'll mis- 1 take them. j Bertha is lured ostensibly to i teach Italian to the Leader, but she shortly discovers the real reason is biological. Although she-is ordered whisked out. of the country, one of the Leader's lieutenant* sidetracks her into a concentration camp. A romance develops with a Dr. Kohlcr. confined on the men's; side, ami the pair escapes ; KM the German Revolution React Cotiricr News want atfs." (a) Wire the parents your congratulations o r telephone them, or write them immediately? (b) Wait until you happen to For Mayor TOM A. LITTLE E. R. (Rabbit) JACKSON For AUlermjjn, Second Ward JOHN C. McHANEY (Re-election) HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis com. i?<u >r NCA strvicr. INC. T. M. KIG u. s. TAT. orr. - "Same old thing, Judge—beating my -wife again."

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