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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

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PA'GE' FOUR- " BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. H; W. HA1NES, Publisher SAMUEL P. 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, 1937. 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; by mail in postal zones two to six inclusive, $6.50 per year: ii. •'ones seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable l»i advance. Work Now—Argue Later! The significant thing about labor tie-ups is not the amount of damage they have done, but their rate of increase. A short time ago when the President cited figures to show the negligible effect of labor tie-ups, he was probably right. But the rate has > n creased constantly since the first of the year. They are now beginning to bo serious enough to affect the speed of the defense drive—a drive in which speed is everything. Managers and owners cry out that they do not want the government to take over, or even more directly control, their businesses. Who is their worst enemy? The manager or owner who refuses to negotiate promptly and in good faith with the representatives of his employes clearly and freely chosen, no matter who they may be. Organized labor cries out that it dees not want government dictation of hours and working conditions. Who is its worst enemy? The labor leader who advocates work stoppage except after every possible effort has been exhausted to protect immediately vital interests of employes. Each of these is the greatest enemy of his own group. The manager who seizes on the defense emergency ami the unpopularity of strikes to break unions, hamper their legitimate activities, or to prevent employes from proper efforts to keep their r>••»-•• -~r\.-} V-H-- ing conditions in proper relation-to. cur-! •rent living conditions, is ^m^ ^^- ing federal control of which he will complain bitterly later on. The labor leader who seizes the same emergency to organize the indifferent, to light some competing organization, or to serve political ends, is breeding the same kind of restrictive legislation, • and. he will squawk just as loudly when it comes. What the. country wants is that men shall continue \vorking, continue turning out the arms which the people have decided they must have, while the argument goes on. It is true that in foregoing immediate action, labor gives up the most. But employers have also in many cases undertaken important government contracts under vague conditions, trusting that eventually the government will deal fairly with them. It is that faith in an eventual fair deal that is promised by the setting llp O f the National Defense Mediation Board. There is every reason for confidence that it will handle cases with justice to both labor and employers. That confidence justifies keeping the wheels tuminir while OUT OUR points at issue are settled. Labor and management-ownership are a team pulling the defense load. Uncle Sam is in the driver's seat. He is reluctant to crack the whip. But he is rapidly getting in the mood to crack it over either horse that fails to pull with a will. SATURDAY, MARCH 29, 1941 Salute To Greek Freedom Just 120 years ago this spring. Greece was launching a fight for freedom which roused the admiration of the world. Lord Byron in England, Dr. Howe in the United States, the poet Mueller in Germany, sang the praises of Greece bravely taking its stand and living to gain freedom from the Turkish oppressor. Today a new Turkey may stand at the side of Greece against another oppressor. Our great-grandfathers heard of the defense of Missolonghi, the massacres at Chios, and Greece became a syno- nyiru for freedom wherever free men met. It took 10 years, but in 1830-the independence of Greece was won. Today, 120 years later, the world again salutes Greece because, with Finland, it dared to stand against overwhelming aggression and speak a "No!" that rings defiantly across a yes-world. Cities On The Screen Municipal governments have become movie stars' in an effort to show their citizens just what they're like. ' At least 35 cities (so reports the International City Managers' Association) have made one or more movies by which to report their municipal activities to citizens. The cost of the movies ranged from 8250 to S25.0UO, and from amateur to strictly'profes- sional technique. Detroit estimates that 7,000,000 people have seen its movio. _ A city's municipal government is ly an activity ot - all the peQp]p (Q ide m an organized way services that _the people can't so well provide JiKuvidually. Newspapers devote infinite space to reporting municipal affairs and they welcome a new technique like this one, which aims at rousing in citizens the interest they ought to have (but do. not always have) in their own government. SO THEY SAY Our direction is the same but the road advances and new problems must be met-President Avila Camacho of Mexico. uct- If war nerves have you down - Physicnlly . . . War ^ sou. body i oi: aolion. Act'-Prof. H nrve« W Zorbnugh, New York University. * " not believe the those ,,ccd*.-Dr. Eric W Banic*. R USS ell Sage College. The opportunity of America .odnv i, to •et in motion force, that' will help 'to disirt ,| 10 CO- By J. R. Williams OUR SIDE GLANCES COPR. 1041 .BV MCA SEHViyE. INC. .T. M. KEG. U. 3. PAT. PIT. SERIAL STORY DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS BY EDITH ELLINGTON COPYRIGHT. 1941. SERVICE, INC. YESTEHOAYj Bee Influx (o Icnrn wiore about lluti tii)«t<;it^, J«ml die \\tiy the nture uuutrolH Uiuny live*. Veru'N love ull'air In Imlk.'d by UuMtliixtun'*. Aflt-r a Vnrffcultirly busy day, one of the •Mock tjlrU fuiutw. Toby slumta Jtor Bee. * * * A SHOCK FOR THE DUCHESS *Tm sorry, but that's Ihe price—if I hnd thai many kids myself, they'd have to go barefooted." THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson ALTHOUGH BETTER KM OWN FOR AAANY OF HIS LESSER. 'ACeOMPL ISH AAENTS, THE IMVEKITOR OF -SKUNK CA6BAOE HAS AND /=K<U/7^ BUT THEY'RE ALL STRANGERS TO EACH OTHER SfNCK THEY'RE ONTHE PLANT AT SEPARATE TIMES OFThEVEAR. ROIFMT NORTH AMERICA IS NEXT: Have you ever eaten a shaddock, or pomelo? Mind Your so that, you ran se^ others coining and going, or .should you keep your cicor shut so that others who live on your floor can come u:ui go in privacy? .'i. If you live in an aparfrm-nt house where if is asked thsii the | tenants make as little noisu a? j possible after a certain hour at | night, .should you observe tho rule i or fed that sin re. you are paying Test your knowledge of corrri't -sochil usage by ;»n.sworing the following questions, then olurknv, aujiinst the authoritative answers below. i. 11 you vi.sit friends who live \ rent it is your horne and you 'c-Si m an apartment house. shouK-i you j do y.s you" please in if .say your goodbv.s when von !<>-IVM> < r.• ~ i . . • •»«««-n j<Jt.t llavl i 4 Tl Vfllt nnm n noi^-ir «-nrt-- o>*^ X'l^'t^r" 1 ° r " tl " •-" | £ ^u^rU'US ., rf T ! meat house tells you another ten- -j^i.ii >VOU T ' "^ an aw'-i"'-''!'. nnt> Iwus complained of the noise, oiiouic. you keep your door open .should y<m try to find out which CHAPTER XVII "DEATR1CE stared down at the girl on the floor. For a moment, she was so surprised and frightened she couldn't move. Miss Ryan's .face was white, her eyes were closed, she was as still as death. Toby cried, "Get somebody! Get some water! Do something'" But Miss Dane was already pushing aside the curtains. "How long does it take to—" she began testily. Beau-ice's face stopped her. "What's happened?" "Miss Ryan fainted," said Toby. Miss Dane rushed forward. "Everything happens to me!" she cried in irritation. "The department's mobbed, nobody does anything, stock's in a mess, shipments don't come in on time—and now this!" "I'm sure she couldn't help it," Toby snapped. "Or do you think she's faking?" "Go away—" Miss Dane made a distracted lunge, and peered down at the unconscious girl. "Get some water. Phone for the nurse." She began to rub Miss Ryan's wrists, almost impatiently. "Haven't J trouble enough with those contingents they wished on me? And not an 18 in black, and I have to see that girl from advertising in a minute! How can I get up a decent ad with all this going on?" There were little beads of moisture on Miss Ryan's upper lip. Her nose looked pinched. Beatrice said, "I think she ought to have a doctor." "You think!" screamed Miss Dane, still roughly massaging Miss Ryan's limp wrists. "You think! What were, you doing in here, anyway? Get out on the floor, wait on somebody!" She added, "The girl probably didn't have any lunch, that's all." Today was pay day. Beatrice remembered. The e n v e 1 o p e s wouldn't be distributed until nearly closing time. Perhaps, she thought pityingly. Miss Ryan had not had lunch money. Toby came back li- water. "Lift her up. I'll see ... pour some down her throat.'"' "Oh, Rive it to me!" M" Dane snatched the glass and dashed it into the prostrate girl's face.. There was a gasp, a moan, and Miss Ryan's head moved slowly from side to side. At last, slowly, her eyes opened. She stared up person reported you by asking all j the tenants next day? j 5, It you live in an apartment. I '••'• ou.d jou do all your noby. work , like moving furniture and nmn.n 0r , a vacuum cleaner in ths daytime, j thougn. not too early in the morn- j What would you do if— ; You and a memoer of your family arrive at, your apartment laic ai night— U\) Hefrain i'rom talking until you are in>!Cir; your apnvo men;. wi;h the door closed? ^b) Fed tha: you can talk, wnilc walking down tlic hall to your apartment? Answrs 1. Finisli yjnr goociby.s inside the apavni'cut, so that you \von'L ciistiu'o oimT lenauts. Your hostess shouldn't, call ciown tno hall to yon a.s you leave, either. 2. You shoi-lci keep your floor shi.il. •• 3. You ihuuio observe the rule'. If you don'; \vanc to he bothered with sush rulr;-, you should u£ i;v- mg in a hou:;. —no: an upartmonr. •\ No. Any tenant h;i5 a pcricci right to compinin if you have rv ao^y party. 5. Yc.s. Eleven o'clock at nighi is no time 10 chTido 10 move the living room iwntture around. at them. She winced, and tried painfully to rise. Beatrice knelt beside her, swiftly. "You're ill, don't try to get up. We'll send for a doctor." "Nonsense!" snapped Miss Dane. "Help her up. She can walk to the elevator, can't she? Take her to the infirmary." She looked at Miss Ryan with ill-disguised disgust. "The busiest day we've had in weeks, and you faint!" "I—everything went black—" Miss Ryan whispered. "I'm all right now, though." She tried to stand without leaning on Beatrice. "I can go back on the floor." With a shock, Beatrice realized that the girl was afraid of losing her job. "You're going to infirmary;" she said quickly. "Come on." * * * T)UT when they got to the elevators, Miss Ryan caught at Beatrice's sleeve. "No. Don't take me up there. They—they'll find out what's the matter with me, and I—I've got to keep on for a while . . ." Her blue eyes besought Beatrice, and her fingers plucked nervously. "Please, Miss Davis." "What is tiie matter with you?" "I—I'm going to have a baby. Oh, don't look like that! I'm married. I've been married for two years." Her eyes dropped. "Jimmy works in the shipping, and he doesn't make much, that's why we—we kept it secret." She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment. "Promise not to tell. I'll be all right. I'll go back in a minute." Pity swept Beatrice. "I'm not the only one who's hiding -things/"' she thought. But her secret seemed insignificant beside the plight of this girl. "Let's go to the infirmary anyway. They'll only give you a sedative and let you lie down. i I'm sure they—the}' couldn't tell. I... Say you went without kinch." "I did," confessed Miss Ryan. "I'm .saving for baby clothes and a crib." Her chin lifted. "I would have been all right it' it wasn't for thai eivtra work, stooping to pick up stock and lifting my arms to much, reharjgSng things . . ." "It's not fair." Beatrice said quiotly. "They .shouldn't have, let the other stock girl go." * * * •\ FTER she loft Miss Rvan in i-\ the infirmary, she told. Miss Dane brielly, "She's better, but slui won't be back today." Miss Dane fumed about being shorthanded. Beatrice walked oft and lelt her. What could she do for Miss Ryr.n. she wondered. The girl ought not to be standing on her feet all day, working. Yet she .knew Miss Ryan would be back tomorrow. She'd stay until the very last minute. It was barbarous. "Why can't a big store like this provide for such emergencies? Both she and her husband work here. Surely the store owes them something." She wondered if Grandfather had ever considered sucli situations. She knew that if his attention had been called to a young couple—any young couple, not just his own employes—in this fix, he'd have promptly presented them with the baby clothes and crib. ''But I can't do that. I'm just a salesgirl. She'd think I'd stolen the money. Anyway, I can't write a check now. They'd trace me." Anthony asked, "What was the excitement?" "She skipped her lunch." "Oh." He rattled some sales slips in his hand. "I have a class tonight. Would you—would you have dinner with me, somewhere nearby, before I go? If you'd wait, I could inke you home afterward." "I'd love to." TN the little restaurant, she wished she could tell Anthony about Miss Ryan. But of course she couldn't. She said, instead, "Do any stores anywhere give their employes sick leave? I mean, supposing a girl's run dowa and needs a rest. Or un operation . . ." "What do you think stores '-are, philanthropic institutions?" He crumpled a roll. "But the ideal store, the store I sometimes think about—you know, with Anthony Bradley as general superintendent and all the other stores on Fifth Avenue biting their nails in envy"—he grinned—"if a store can bite its nails. Anyway, the ideal store would give sick leaves. The employes would be part of a happy, loyal family, don't you see, feeling secure in their jobs and giving their best because working for that store, being happy and well treated, would naturally result in increased eificicncy. I'd have a health department, to keep everyone at peak fatness, and a welfare department to deal with the special cases ..." Beatrice made herself breathe quietly and evenly. "The Duchess ought to hear you." That no me the girls in the- store hud bestowed on Beatrice Huntington Davenport was strangely bitter on her lips. But she wanted to sec if Anthony would recognize it. He did. "Her Grace doesn't bother with the source of the polo ponies she buys her boy-friend," he said. Startled, she almost dropped her fork. How did Anthony know about the polo ponies? (To Be Continued) TJME OF- VEA.R STARTS TO LQS)N' HIS HEAVY COAT OF MOTHING LOANING I LOOK A" COFR. <?H.« .NEX SCAVtCC INC. - i ^\T • TT i with Maior Hooplc J *• ' KILLER CODD WAS HERE YESTERDAY ASKiN 1 IP X EVER SEE YOU AIM 1 WM AT YOU LOCK LIKE/ X TOLD HM YOU WAS ME SET AND YOQ CAN\H THE rLU/ ^ HE'S A CARD, THAT CHiMP/ ' OME iNi\6MT X SAW HIM EMPTY A ' DANJCE HALL LIKE A Bro\vn: 82.50). ' You gel. ro know people like Harry Pulhum, Bo-Jo Brown, Bill King better than you know your bpst friends—better, possibly, than you know yourself. You ' learn better than volumes of ponderous research can rvcr tell you, the piUT.-crns of Boston society in which these people move"H. M. Pulhnm. Esquire" Is the story of a man bound and gagged by the traditions of a generation that is not his own. Harry Pui- hnm is in hi.s middle for.Lies when he is faced with the task of compiling hi.s biography for his 25th r<nnive:'snry da.ssbook. Ke looks br.rk on his life, faces the memory of things pasl with the compromise of iron-clad rules that, iiad been hud down for him before he was bcrn. After the war, he might have escaped the .shackles of his own people when he found Marvin Mylcs. j ;i yoiuu; woman with ambition, i Harry and Marvin loveci each other, bui Marry was realistic enough to Unov: he couldn't break with Bosron. And Marvin, who wanted i butler:; ami maids, didn't- want ! thorn b;idlv enough to ;:et tangled ; up with Harrys liic. : .S-j Knrry Pulham married Kav Motford, a proper girl—the Right Kind of gh'l. The entire romance, the engagement, the wedding were Right. Their married life falls hi- • to the accepted groove. Harry's life is influenced alternately by Bill King- and Bo-Jo Brown. Bill wasn't exactly one of his circle in Harvard, but Harry likes him and keeps up his friena- snip. Bo-Jo is very definitely the Right. Son of Person—the inevitable, eternal schoolboy, saturated with Class Spirit. Mr, Marquand hay written a great, book. It is great* because he does more than chronicle faithfully. He probes all the defects of Bostonian society — explains them all without apologizing. Ili Is a book that will hold you, word for word, long after you have turned the last- page. young- Drive; Gets Bad Start | SHERIDAN. Wyo. (UP) — Whec fc i 3-year-old Clark Ancon climGv«f| i into his father's car, parked in i the business section, he stepped on i the .starter and the car — which ! was in gear—started to move. It J crossed the street, and ran into ; two other machines, damaging 1 both. HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS By Clyda Lewis TM^T FACE WIN'OOW/COULO IN SAY TV\AT I GLL-CK F (SETTING A CMiLl AT en- Murcfiuuid .Book Toll? Stor Of Real IVole cry oiir- sit ; ; while rm ;nuhor creates rno:v Mv::i jv^t a book—he >.Tt?;Uc? iivi'i; i>-o;;!r. That Is ului. j i }\ M^i'f\'.-M\Q. who wrote ;: •klcrri r-.au;." hus done in i M. F':!ni;n. I^oUMT" (.LU'.le, .' 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