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PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (AUK.)" COURIER NEWS BLYTHEYILLE, 'ARKANSAS, MONDAY, MARCH 24, 1941 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 Winner 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 m the City of Blytheville, 15c per ^v'nTafwifhTn Radius of 50 miles. $3.00 per year SI 50 for six months, 75c for three months, 'by Vail in postal .ones two to six mcluswe $6.50 per year; h. -ones seven and eight. $10.00 per year, payable \n advance. A Great People Changes Its Mind The mind of a great people is not lightly changed. It does ^ not Change because one man says "Go!" or "Stay! It does not change with the coming ol the solstice or the making of a speech. It is not even changed by propaganda except over a Ion? time, and scarcely then if all kinds of propaganda are allowed free interplay. But the constant beating of the waves of events can change it; the relentless impact ol a changing world can reverse it utterly. This has happened in America. When the present war broke out in Europe, most Americans were not only indifferent, they were bitter toward both aides. Disillusioned by the shattering of the dream of the "War to End War/' they wanted no part of this one. Eighteen months passed. The stand the United States has taken today is a simple reflection of a change in the mind of the American people that is in itself almost a revolution. When the Fascist party seized power in Italy, Americans shuddered at. the end of representative government, of civil liberty. But they shrugged, "It Is Italy's own affair." When the Nazi party rose to power in Germany. Americans were revolted by the bullying bravos, the concentration camps, the book-burning, the racial swaggering, the war on races and religions. But they shrugged, "It is Gei% many's own affair." ;- . When Fascist revolution broke out in Spain, and was pushed rough-shod by foreign aid to victory, Americans shrugged again, "They merely beat the Communists to it." When concession after concession was made to an expanding Germany, even ,to the immolation of Czechoslovakia at Munich, Americans shrugged, "It is better than war." But war came anyway. It became clear that the Nazi-Fascist regimes had all along been prepared to resort to war the moment they were thwarted in their slightest wish. Then came the overrunning ul" neutral and peaceful countries on the flimsiest excuses. It became clear that all had been first undermined from beneath by subtle penetration. Then came the arrogant demand that Americans show loyalty to other countries because of their race or blood. Slowly : gradually, the realization came—that this was no ordinary war, but a revolution aimed at destruction of the free way of life, not only for a few distant peoples within their own boundaries, but all over the world. OUT OUR WAY Americans began to realize that their very freedom must always be a thorn in the flesh of every kind ol' totalitarian system; that the Communazists were zealots, determined, by propaganda, pressure, fire, bomb, or sword, to force forward their way of tyranny, called new, and yet so old. Those events—the reaching out of Commima/.ism from its own cradles toward all the world, toward our own world—is what slowly changed tlie mind of America, galvanized it into action, and made it resolve, "We shall help those who light for their own freedom, and we shall defend to the deatli our own!" We Depend On Each Other A certain effrontery which almost staggers one bulges out of a recent statement by a manufacturer to the effect that if a million leaders in industry, transportation, and leanu'ng were eliminated, the whole population would starve. Unanswered question is: would the population come closer to starving then, or if the farmers were eliminated who ])roduce our food, or the workers who produce our industrial goods? The whole question then becomes silly. Each needs the other, and a modern civilization can by no means .survive without either. Life might be sustained after some fashion even without those who happen to be in positions of leadership Unlay. Hut it would be a primitive life that nobody wants to lead. We depend one upon the other. When shall we realize it? Canada C//f.s Wheat, To ihose who remember the World War. nothing could more sharply underline the difference between this war and that, than the announcement that Canada, approaching the second year of today's war, is making a drastic cut in wheat acreage. hike the United States, Canada has a tremendous wheat carry-over. The war has cut off as many markets as it has created. S'o. instead of the. cry. "Wheat will win the war!" which was heard in 1917, the cry is, "Cut down wheat acreage to reduce surpluses!" There is a warning there for American farmers—especially Miosc who remember the call to turn under virgin sod for wheat in 1917. The farmer, or anyone else, who tries to gauge today's situation by yesterday's measure, is in for trouble. If our young men arc to do our lighting. why earn they run ihe country?—Henry Ford. 78. * * * A country is sale when it is capable of hoar- ing ihc truth from the prow..--Thorns Mnnn, German reJugee-novelist. * * * Social instttuticiw arc no IVKUT ported lor s»l! time than was the dinosaur.—Montreal Ezekiol. economist. => v * LPI me make it clear that. <h ( .- nniion i.s ca'ti- J"8 for the ^acriiice ol soinr prhile^ but not - f cr ihe sacrifice ol fumhimnna) riglus.—Pri-:;i- cit'iu Roosevelt. * * * When shall we learn to liquidate! our fools? -Grnrgc Bernard Shaw, British playwright. SIDE GLANCES COPR. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. flEC. U. 5. PAT. Off • SO THEY SAY SERIAL STORY DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS BY EDITH ELLINGTON COPYRIGHT. 1841. NEA SERVICE. INC. 'VKSTISKOAY: «<•« refuses in ti'tve uj>. despite the liurtl work :il Jliin(iii^(i>n's. Her Urnf ji;iy cheek — (lie llrst money slie has rver c:irm*il—is ftd«'«|u.'i(e. re.u-nni. -She |i:i.vs more :i tlciiilnn to Mr. Hr;ul- U-y. TVho hopes lo tvork up hi flie )>ii,sine.s.s. Toby *;iy.s lie liri* »i<> lime t'oc Kirls, sunjic-sl.s Uee try to set :i dale/ vx'ith him. * U * QUARREL WITH MR, BRADLEY CHAPTER XII "OEATRICE felt her heart thump, "Look aljiim posing as though lie owned the lo\vn! I remember when 1 used to have lo tan his hide for snilclv- ing doughnuts olf my panlry window!" THIS CURIOUS WORLD T£-SRiEE ( ANIMALS * •j.—.. • /->— • - /\A A M v / WITHOUT * ;-\ PROVOCATION/ astonishingly. A dale with Mr.. Bradley! "The idea is ridiculous!" -she snapped. Yc-t, the next morning she found herself watching him. He listened with courteous attention as an indignant customer poured out her wrath. He listened with the same politeness while Miss Dane waved her blood-red nails under his nose, Joying down the law. This morning, under the usual gardenia in his buttonhole, he wore a black and white budge \vifh a crimson ribbon. "SCOTCH SALE" proclaimed tiie letters on the badge. Beatrice's lips quirked. There were banners all over the basement in celebration of. Scotch Sales, but this badge was too much. "Miss Davis," he called. "Yes, sir?" "You're not wearing a Scotch Sale badge." "Oh, was I .supposed lo?" His throat, above his immaculate white collar, grew brick red. As it' he guessed she'd been laughing at him. 3ATRICE had written seven more sales slips, and waited on two women, who had promised to come back after they looked about some more, when Mr. Brad- Icy stopped her as she started foi lunch. li l sec you never bothered about the badge, Miss Davis." "Oh!" She had genuinely for- ottcn the stupid badge. 'Tvc been so busy. Anyway, it can't mean much, one way or the other The customers seem to knov. there's a sale on, and I've done very well without a badge." Mr. Bradley's brown eye.- snapped, and his big hand grippec the edge of the wrapping desk "Are you trying to make a foo of me?'' lie asked angrily. She was: suddenly angry. Every, one around her with the slighter scrap of authority seemed posi lively determined to exercise it insultingly, on her! "As for trying to make a fool of you . . . d'oiv you manage rather well bv your self?" Painful red flooded into the man's lean face. He opened his mouth. The brown eyes took in the heightened color of Beatrice's cheeks, the snapping eyes, arid suddenly Mr. Bradley closed his mouth again, without saying anything. "You're all riding me!" Beatrice cried. "Just because I don't talk the way the other girls do! Just because I know something about style and fashion and try to help these blundering idiots who come in here rigged up like caricatures!" Mr. Bradley's expression changed. Beatrice said quickly, "Excuse me for saying that about being i fool ... I didn't mean it. It's ust that I've taken so many [ratuitous insults from so many people around here lately, and laven't been allowed to retort even once. I'm not accustomed o this Spartan self-control." Her smile flashed. Tie?" "Will you forgive Mr. Bradley said quietly, "Forget it. I couldn't fire you if I wanted to, if that's what you're .hinking. My authority is extremely limited. So limited it i ion-existent. And like you, Miss Davis, I'm not accustomed to Spartan self-control either." Miss Dane's rheumy eye spiec them. She hurried, over, her tight black dress straining at the seams her blood-red nails startling against the pearls she pulled on nervously. "Aren't you going to lunch, Miss Davis? Don't hold us up!" At the elevator, he was waiting "It's my time to eat, too. Do you mind if I—if I lunch with you?' "I'd love it." A LL at once, the feud was over •^ Yet, in the cafeteria, he leaned across the table and said "I've had the feeling, ever sinct you came, that you've been laugh ing at me. Why?" "I haven't been. Fve been to busy learning my job. It's al new to me. I've concentrated 01 making that quota. And I thought I was doing fine when you bawled me out for advising the customers. . . ." He played with a fork. "Miss Dane's orders/' "She doesn't know as much as she 'thinks she does! Times have changed since she started. Fm sure what I was trying to do is much better than selling a customer any dress, just to sell it. And it's my dream to prove I'm Business administration." "How wonderful! But aren't you dog tired at the end of the lay?" He grinned. "I almost explode vith stifled yawns." Then he jsked, "How did you ever get into iuntington's? You're so different 'rom the other girls. I mean— ust as you said when you were angry with me—you talk differently, you've been—well, differently educated . . ." "So have you, haven't you?" "I used to think I'd be an architect," he admitted. "An old friend of the family wanted to see me through, but I couldn't let him support me indefinitely until I established myself. And an architect doesn't become established overnight. "Besides, I figured it out that store merchandising and management has structure and form to it, too. 1—I can't explain exactly. But it takes the same kind oE mind. You plan for effects, results. You're building. Of course it's not so tangible, and maybe I'm crazy ..." "You're not crazy!" She looked around the crowded room where salesgirls, wrappers, stock girls, shipping clerks, markers, and alteration hands were eating their lunches. "Most of the people who work for a store like this seem to have drifted into it. They're not career, people, they don't bring superior minds and any enthusiasm or even interest to the job. Oh, I'm not blaming them, most of them never had a chance. But, Mr, Bradley, if you see this store differently— if you see it the way an architect sees the vision of a house that hasn't even been started yet—if you're really so absorbed and sincere that you're going to school at night after a hard day here— why I think nothing can stop you from coming out on top!" She was breathless, carried away. "You could be general superintendent, some day!" "I don't think Mr. Bruce Sheldrake need do any overtime worrying/' he smiled. "But if you think I'm a ball of fire, you're the first girl who ever did. And that's heartening." "Lots of girls must have Hiked "It's my dream to get out from you ..." She dropped her eyes. Suddenly she caught sight of her wristwatch. "Mercy. I've got to run!" "There's not much time for mutual understanding in Huntington's, is there?" he asked ruefully. "I haven't a class tonight. Could I come around raid call for under her thumb." he said. "In . after dinner? We. could go you into a couple of months, i ought to ! this ball of fire stuff more thor- be.way out. I—I'm studying mcr- oughly." chyndising at night, in a school of (To Be Continued) Mind Your Manners HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS The book has enough mystery ^ and enchantment to offset and j cover the inconsistencies of the I characters in the closing chapters- Test your knowledge of correct | r social linage by answering the fol- i \. lowing questions, then checking ir ag?.insl ihe authoritative answers below: i 1. Is a piUirnt, in a hospital f peeled to tip th'j nurses v;ho take -;\ro of him? 2. is it. customary to tip the j "Unfinished Tapestry." by Dasi comb Ahvooci (Livcright: $2.50). i.s I the story of the Boston Pre'olcs. j transplanted into the whirlpool ! oi' New York. Anne Preble, mother of three . married children, can foresee ca- j tascrophe in her family, ami she rea-s.snmg as an Miami: , decides it will be butter i? .she and as fragrant as a Mew 1 and her aged husband are wo N( < ds Take ilieis: Inspiration * x-iFrom New England muse who unpack or packs oue'.s Engbr.cl garden, i. "Singing Beach" j when the Storms Weak. .So Alfred ANSWER: 1—The Yearling: 2—Listen, Ihe Wind; 3—A Talc of Two Cities; '5—A Lantern in Her Hnnd. XEXT: Was mustard rrns a World W;ir invention? or leaving the Firemen Save Chicks And bay on arriving hospital? 3. If a nurse i.s particularly goon about \\ iH.'Olin;: a convalescent pmiont armmcl. should she- br- trpnrrl? bevs of the fire-fighting crew, th . mayor, and several city officials !oi a Vf ' r .v Get Appropriate Reward dinner so he could thank them! especially kind and considerate for saving his chicks. What did h^ serve? All the rou Horse K:UIh Dead of Friphl ROGERS. Ark. iUP>—At 1 there is a. mnn \vho shows his ap- \ chicken the firemen could cat :;i'iTiiUir.n to firemen who ri !c! ihiir necks to .Mve his property., I.a^t week. Riley Hill's brand. •;• house, erovaied with lilUe chirk'. enuu'nt firc\ Hi 1 ! stood a ch;i!iC',' of Irsiiri r.ixmt $1.800. but aier' Ro^eis lux-men arrived or. th< ,'fcone ;u:ci extitiyuishcci the fir: before any arr-:»i damage wjio (!M:Tin;--. week. Hill invitee) 13 incn- < Harper: S2.50), first novel of F.li/:.ibeih Foster. The .story, set on a tiny island off the coast of Maine, revolves around a mysterious English cou- , pie \\ho have leased Juniper co!.•1. If a doctor who lakes care o! 1 | ; ,-e. Nirhola.s Chad'ooiirne a ill patient in » hospital i.s j to i would it | them fo \ members of ue ail right writ? him ; the family, ch! , rmins . nn , ;l WIfe - . E <hvinc. captivate the I'lcnnir natives. Nicholas BERNE, it.cl, i UP)— The modern pace proved too much for a 14- year-old driving hor.sc, hitched to the rig of an Amish farmer and parked in the vicinity of a railroad crowing. When n fast train went through, the horse fell dead. leaves the hasp;t:\lv •r I", it coma for :jl! his donor, -no-" \Vimt would you (k You receive flrnvr > Tel! yo\i the patient a patient to * if— rs, from a in the hos- her o\yn but in- une. who not. only finds cionr.r.n't artistic talent spires his p.s well. Maiden Aunt Harriet, once appoinfeci in love, is the island gossip, but. .she i.s always the last the iucie.st morsels. to discover and Anne spend a year cruising around the world. And while they are gone, everything that could possibly happen to one family happens. There are deaths, marital estrangements, divorce and financial dis-idier. Anne sees it build up in the letters she receives from home, and she tries to hide it from 'Alfred until the* burden becomes too great. She come;-; home lo a world that ha;; crumbled. What happens after thai .seems a little too miraculous but i; brings the '-.tory to a conclusion thai should satisfy nearly everyone. ARE THESE BOVS IM D01MG MERE IN TH\S PICTURE? WHACT DO YOU C.\LL THE WAV THEV'RE THEIR GUMS ? PRESEMT ARV\S MOW, VOU GO TO LEARN IN THAT STUFF VOU'RE A CORPORAL OUR COM PAN V.' T ENOUGH HOME WORK AS IT IS PLEASE, MOW By J. R. William., OUR BOARDING I-IOUSli £fl UWE H VNETM with Major HoopJe 8U7 . BALPvV TURNiS OUX es A WILD PrrcM? VOU DONl'T WAND VOU A |l KMOW A fe-/E6AD/ DO YOU WoH V5RV W=l'~! A ,V. fc.ra? /ru^A,^ .. \ \ .- ^^^ v<y BL)T y OJ WILL " AT ); LGT WlM ' PINO ICAL SOUMD AS OP THE N\EDES ANJO WE TO BE SUR£ rv!OT PEDDLING A CAPITAL iQEA TO ' O6TA\.N) ho\v much them \vhen ;|:H'S 10 ,voe VOU? :!io Ineud, hy\v lovely :io\vers v.ere when you him, and write him a of th'.uik.s as soon ;LS ure able? HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis 1. ^o. 2. Mo. 3.Na 'li'touuh \f ;> r,\irse is especially thotrduiul and helpful it is nico to .^enri h.er a ^i!t when one leaves t.he ht. spiral. 4. Yes. it \\ouUi be ;iie yracioiLs thins: to do. "). N'c. J3c;.L "Wha; WouUi You Do" r-o- Announcements Tru s Courier New;, has been authorized to make formal announcement of the following candidates for public office at the munJcipsv ••lection April 1. Tor M;ivor TOM A. LITTLE E. R. (Rabbit) JACKSON For Alderman, Second IVarri JOHN C. McHANEY (.Re-election) For Alderman, Third \Vard J. ,E. L'JNSFORD (Re-election) R B. WOOOSOX • lor ihe !\iH I' year ti-nu' KurKvrr CRAVTON i tor uwxpived ;.orm i-t !•:. R. J;u';-;son • lill uatxpiivd unn ul E. R. Jackson) "Thai? Oli, I was just keeping lhal for national defense!'

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