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

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Tuesday, March 4, 1941
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PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H, W. HAINES, Publisher "''SAMUEL P. NORBIS, 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 mail, within a 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; h. zones seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable in advance. As Foolish Can We As This? It is disturbing to read that Mexican ' mercury, Brazilian industrial diamonds, quartz, mica and platinum arc being bought right under our very noses in Central and South America by the Japanese. According to recent news stories from the south, Japanese agents in buying up Huge supplies of (hose and other strategic materials in such quantity as to suggest that some of them are being trans-shipped to Germany. Here is the United States, at peace. its shipping and delivery facilities unimpaired, sitting atop the biggest pile of gold in the whole world, allowing Japan to buy out from under its very nose strategic and industrial materials of the highest importance, thus increasing Japanese trade with countries in which the United States is hoping to do the same. Take Mexico, for instance. It is the only producer of mercury from which the United States is almost certain not to be cut oft. Mexico desperately needs American dollars with which to buy American products. Mexico produces mercury, a liquid metal vitally necessary to certain explosives. The Mexican monetary system could use some good strong gold backing. Yet we sit and watch the precious flasks of mercury go streaming off -to Japan and from thence possibly . to. Germany, bringing to Mexico Japanese money and credits which must" necessarily be exchanged later for Japanese goods. ' For a mere decimal fraction of t'hc gold buried at Port Knox, the United : States should be able to buy the last drop of Mexican mercury production at a higher price than the Japanese can pay. Then what: The United States would have the vita}' mercury. Mexico would have the gold, a more stable currency better aligned to our own., credits with which to buy American goods -she cannot now afford. The general international circulation of gold would be stimulated after the one-way flow that has brought to American coffers more than SO per cent of the world's supply. The same thing is true of half the countries of South America. We want to increase trade with them. All right. We have surplus gold. They have these strategic materials, n OW goimr { 0 coun . tries using them in aggressive war. To permit this, to sit and see ourselves beaten at our own game, and a game in which we hold all the cards at that, is ivaliy too much. We even have the machinery set up: the Metals Rr- OUT OUR WAY serve Co., the Defense Supply Corporation, and the Treasury itself, arc already charged with buying up stockpiles of strategic materials. Every dollar, every bar of gold sent south to buy these things before somebody else gets them may save its weight in blood later on. Davy Jones. Reviewing Officer The grim parade of ships sliding down through the green waters to the bottom of the sea goes on uninterrupted, and Davy Jones, that hist marine reviewing officer, must be himself weary of inspecting this seemingly endless parade. Merchant and naval vessels to the number of 1-J51 are now believed to have passed in this last review to rest stolidly on the sea bottom with the bones of 17,000 people in and around thorn. Five million tons of the world's finest shipping wiped out as a petulant child wipes a drawing from a blackboard ! Every sign indicates that even this is only a beginning. Perhaps this fleet may never be entirely replaced. By the end of this war the fleets of the air may well have made such progress that all but the heaviest freight will be moving through the stratosphere. The Universal Universe Astronomer-talk fascinates. Light- years, and spectra, and spiml nebulae are quite beyond the ability of the average^ person to comprehend; so they arc fascinating. - Dr. Walter S. Adams of Alt. Wilson Observatory has made some studies which convince him that: The atmospheres O f the largest stars "re boiling wildly, in violent motion, Part oi the atmosphere rising the other falling, with a difference of velocity of 12 miles a second. Well, it's nice to know that our own atmosphere here on earth isn't the only one that's troubled., and that the ti,r}, u . i^ce which shakes our own little planet * a" oi a . piece with . that Q or the universe. SIDE GLANCES OaJbraf* s^^-X t-sf >* V"M\ ^ * ^ ^ iNm *^¥ f^W> V* I; | V.C/i \ ;' U .COPR. 1941 ar HEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U. 5. P.M. OFF. TUESDAY, MARCH 4 1941 SERIAL STORY BY RUTH AYERS. "P at J' >vn . cn >' ou llse( t to Id! me 1 had i\ lot lo learn I didn't believe il, bul now 1 wonder how you ever Icuriied *- so much I" THIS CURIOUS WORLD SO THEY SAY ',', :i™"5 r i ^^ "**«* «<>« ^ 'flic storv of "'.* m -..udujiin uommunism is ihe 101 * v /~i f • • • * * * 11 ^, - • -i group . . . who abandoned the •ic principles of .socialism and «.- -to achieve the "nnt r,r -tr /-. —Ben' ' • Communists—i can Communist Party. * * * Thus with hate in our hearts w~m reach total victory.-B. Mussolini", newspaper Popolo dMlaHa. * * * Labor has the riijht. to give its stren<ah. wisdom and courage to the nation, as well ns to receive wage*, .secure contracts and maintain us collective powcr.John H. Sleelman. },i\ mr conciliator. * * ,, We cannot preserve the American way we preserve also Lhc British way. tj,,, 'c v>ay. the Norwegian way, and ih r way or olnc r free pr-oples.—Wendell Willkie. recent G O I J presidential csmdidatc. * * * Hud cannot desire that wr who ll;ivr sm . n _ '"•Tl «> much .shun be beaten.- A WITH IS NOT s\ /V\ODERM /AA^ERICA^] S INI UrxJCOVEETED> A BASKET OF DECOV DUCKS OSED £>V HUIS4TERS SEVERAL CENTURIES I WHI C. H • I HAWAII, PUERTO I PHILIPPINE 'l > RANJAAAA CAMAL. VNLASKA, 7, 77-r^ COPR. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE |f|r T. W. KK. (J. s. PAT. OPF. DRAGON- FLIES OX\NJ LOOK INJ Al_L_ DIRECTIONS, . . . TMEIR; BEIM© SET ONI SOCKET UOlNTS. . If ow Captain Kidd turned pirate. Mind Your Manners Test yoirr Knowledge of c<»i-- rcct social usage by answering the following questions, thru rhprkins against thr aulhori- ! lativc ansvvcrs below: j 1. Is it all right for a youn.u j person to write to a famous novelist, asking his advkv en how to become a writer? ~. I.s it a.s bad manners lo wriic ;i letter of abuse to ;i public limr. r as it \vo\tld bo to call n person aich names to hi.s faceV 3. Should high school or col- | lego .students write to busy per- i <.on.s asking thorn for their opin- ! ions on debatable topics .so tli»( 1 the. students can u-e their opinions in Icrm papers or debates? 4. If a celebrity makes it obvi- oas that he docs not wish to yive nn autograph, should an autograph collector feel it is all right to annoy him until he does? 5. Is it all right to write and ask a celebrity for his picture? What would you do if— You want lo write a li-tlrr to a ',£"£ IN «o (l.-f.-nd .\j, r j| ( j Mr jj,.v<'s "tViii- liit- IN iniylnx t>IY j, H old tcrudtfJ'. KI-III iu*J N t» uiiuit tt?KtlIyii\ts. April K«i'.«i on ;u» important errand. KENT SPRINGS A SURPRISE CHAPTER XXI Y ES > April Burnett had it straight and clear in her mind now. If she could sec Kent alone, .she could persuade him not to testify jn court tomorrow. This would spare Ann; this would prevent a fresh flood, of gossip in the town. April drew a deep breath as she reached the top of the hill where thc Carter mansion stood, big, gloomier than ever in the first fall of dusk. And then she slopped quickly. The roadster, hers and Ann's, was parked outside the Carter gate. Scarcely a ware of what shc did, April pushed through the gate and came to a standstill almost directly in front of the parlor windows. In the semi-light, she could see Ann sitting there, Ann and Kent and Great Aunt Elizabeth Carter. Quickly, she walked back, grateful foi- the shadows which concealed her. She had reached thc Cartel- home loo late. Her chance lo see Kent alone before thc trial, was gone. Worse, perhaps she'd lost her last chance lo spare Ann. Auntie Carter, imperious, Spartan person that she was, might at this very minute be telling Ann of April's visit there in thc hailstorm. Nothing to do now except wail— wait until court opened tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. * f ^ AFTERWARDS, whenever she thought of that Friday in court, April would remember one strange part -'of it. That morning, she wore a plain black dress and a tri-corncred hat. Dad. eying her critically, remarked, "Why, you look almost judicial. Daffy." Shc came inlo thc crowded, high-ceilinged courtroom, not sec- ing anyone. But somehow, shc and Kent stood up together to be sworn as witnesses. Yes, on Friday, shc and Kent promised to tell the truth, the whol ° truth and nothing but the On Saturday, Kent and Ann would stand together, hands linked, to make a vow even more solemn. Winkie Applcman took thc stand first, hobbling as he went. He told a story that grew more damaging to April with every word. His eyes watered, his back hunched. "Yes, I was coming out of the Patlonsville railroad station that night, where I spend considerable time not having much of a place I can call a home," he said. "And all of a sudden, this here April Burnett drives her car at roarin' speed right to the platform where I'm about to step down and knocks me over." There was more to it. How he'd been shocked by pain, cut and bleeding. "Caliban ambulance, I asks her," he said. "Get a officer of the law. But shc won't listen to none of this. Shc says she has to keep it quiet." "No cross-examination," Mr. Burnett snapped when Winkie had finished. Then April \vas called. She walked to the .stand erect, chin high. Yes, she admitted that in the Hying snow she hadn't seen thc complainant, Winkie Appleman. She admitted he had stumbled to his feet and accused her of knocking him down. Her testimony was brief under her father's questioning. And then it was Kent's turn on had taken thc witness' oath, he had not looked at her. He didn't look at her now. Instead, he made a few preliminary answers on thc time and place of thc accident. Then he turned directly to the judge, "Your honor," he said, "I was in the roadster with Miss April Burnett that night in the storm. Something did strike against her car. At that time, I was temporarily blinded from an accident at camp and couldn't .see what had happened. But I can tell you one thing—" The judge nodded for him to go on. "Winkie Applcman was drunk!" Thc state's lawyer was on his feet "I object!" r |^HE objection was overruled. Kent continued in the same forthright way. "Yes, your honor, ^ the complainant was very intoxi- Icatcd. He reeled with liquor. COPYRIGHT. t94f KEA SERVICE. INC. Even blind, I knew he was reeling. There's another witness here one who had his eyes and saw it all. I think he can confirm what I say." Then for the first time, April saw the big-handed, freckle-faced rookie whose life Kent had saved at near cost of his own. Private Estes told bluntly how he had been'at the station waiting for Capt. Kent Carter and had .seen Winkie staggering from thc platform and falling in the snow heap before April's ear. "She'd stopped her car even before he fell," Private Estes testified with magnificent contempt. "Case dismissed," his honor ruled. Winkie began to blubber, "it's a put-up job," he said. "I've got lots more I ain't told yet. This' April Burnett—I got witnesses—" An officer had him by the arm silencing him. ' April stood up, realizing now her knees were fluid, her hands- shaking with a veritable palsy of shakes. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered to her father. He was wiping his horn-rimmed glasses, the ones that made him look'so ferocious. His smile was as beaming as if he'd just won an appeal to the Supreme Court. ''That's all right. Daffy." he said, lou run home now and help get ready for the big doings tomorrow at our house." R that, she pushed her way through the crowd, not looking at anyone—not even at Hal who had beea watching intently from a seat m thc rear. Outside thc she puled off the „_.„ __, V , L _ nered hat, held a handkerchief pressed close against her mouth. In a minute, she would call Mother and Ann at home to tell them the case was over. In a : 3ut not yet. ^turned slowly, unwilling. It "Thank you, thank you for V she managed to say He took it, kept it imprisoned in his. "You've been trying to run away from me a long time," he "Oh. no, Kent. It's just that I've been busy, on thc sick list, too, with a game ankle/" "That night at the station, one of my bags fell on you. Young Estes fold me later. You were very plucky about'it, April. And I' won't be put off any longer You've got to talk to me—now." (To lie Continued) aeafnst a cci'tain type of niili-> program— (a) Write- ;i reuMjuablr. }:olit<: icttcr slating your (ipmion. ai:d .sifin your name, to it? (b.t Give the company "a piecr ; of your mind" and don't .sign yotir name to thc Ict- (ur? .Answers ! I. No. that i.s a.sking too much! of n stranger. " j '2. Even manners, for usu- j ally there is no name signed to abusive letters. ;$. No. Thai is an imposition. 4. No. 5. Not unless he is a movie, ra- ciic. or ijtagc star who encourages fans as parr of hi.s job. Bcy,t "What Would You Do" solution— la). of the -swamp folks. ' ! Definitely on the disturbing side' i.s Carson MeCullcrs' "Reflections in a Golden Eye" (Houghton Mif- ! flin: $2>, unique .story of two army officers in peacetime, their wives, a servant and a .soldier. Essentially, this i.s the; .story of :i murder; but. the murder i.s' the end. no', thc beginning. Carefully, ?x'Ii5is McCuIlcrs build* .suspense lo an inevitable climax. And thc ht-ro. if there can be one—is the murder victim. It's not a gift book but a psychologist might enjoy it. HIGHLIGHTS FROM TATEST BOOKS Swamp, Murder and Indian War Afford Varied Kiriion Fare T!i<; pageant of • ticn continues, and this time dips : into the colonial Carolina^ to bring 1 to attention an Indian chief who i hoped ro halt t,hc white man's ad- ; vanco into the west. Herbert Rav- i on^l tells of nn si 1 most, forgotten episode in American history ! in "Emperor Brims- (DoubUxiay Painters Find Selves Cornered In Puma Cage LITTLE RGCKfi Ark. (UP) — Nearly everyone has had the experience of painting himself into i\ corner, but, here's the story of live painters who painted themselves into a puma cage and found themselves looking out at the puma. It all happened at the Little Reck Zoo where thc group of painters were doing over the catic.s at the cat house. When they finished thc puma cage, they left and carefully shut ihe steel door behind them. But they overlooked closing a small feeding cage inside the big cage. Zoo ollioial.s Then released thr puma from an adjoining; cage and ran him into his own quarters. The eraftv beast lost no time in Jnere's all the action you wild ask for. a beautiful colonist, a courageous fur trader, and nn M ,M ) over.shtioows Ihe entire . door int.o thr open The pnintrr.s—brinj; pninters an-'.i not Frank Burks—beat a hasty retreat to the empty puma cage and locked rhrm.selwvs in until keepers captured the big cat and crated him iii>. HOLE , HUM-? WHERE YOU GOMNA GIT TM* T' SUCH A HOLE < YOUR WAV ' HOUSE A IMES, J' VOU'LL BE SURPRISED/ i^^^^^SK By J. R. WilJian.8 OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople • L —-WOLD '%%^^w%m^ '>.) MAN VN'^S A 6AMDWO6— uSEOTo GHT 8UNO STk&6GR^~~f4E ! O CURL UP LIKE A UNCLE SAID WUEM WE DlOWT HAVE TUB -. -, ^--^- Z2ZZ 3EMOS/ M HOUR MY W DEEPLY INTERESTING/ 8UT PLe^SD GO AMD 1941 BY *M SERVICE. UiC, T. M. REG. U. S. PA t. Off. A boy and his do;.; we UK: !»:- rors of Vercrn Bell'.-;" tinu.sunl uov- ';! "S-vainp Water" 'Little. Brown: S2>, a ^ttji-y of tho people who in- imfcit :!u- frincres of Georgia's jiriiniiive swrnnp areas. Courier News wane ado. ' Read Courier News want ad.s. HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis y t fomneiling. this novel drnv/.s ;>?;.f'n{ir;n \(, the, fact that there ;!ce slill front lore in United State;?, still untvncked areas to be explored. Ben Rfwm v. ;J '-:rt looking for trouble when he poled his boat inlo the darrrnes.s of the grcar Ckefrnokeo Mv.imj>. He was looking for "Trni;i>K" |- t j.s carefully traineci hound. Ui-n found hi.s flog and n murderer, too. and together they brought p,o n morc worries than he deserved. You'li like thi.s ;-',r><.'y of men "'ho sit urc'.md n rive, drinking, on a cccr, hunt., expertly identifying each fioij. ch.-xrkir.s rue!: mnneuvcr o t t no (jiiti \\'\-, \_\ "; von^'iiout t,li^ night. And you']] enjoy the cld- I fashioned ideals that rule the lives Announcements Thr Courts N*?V; S has heen 3U . thorized. to make formal announcement, of the following candidates for public oftlce at the municipal election April i. For Mayor TOM A. LITTLE E. Ft. i Rabbin JACKSON Kor vUrirrmai). Second \y ar( | •JOHN C. MrHAX'KY I'm AIr)(>n>i;, n . Tlu'nl \V;i«l J. K, LUNSFORL) • iRe-eiection) cort. i?i) »r r<i* SFRVICC. INC. T. i*. • 4 Thal"s his job—he holds lhc captain's ears!" *

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