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PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.) COURIER NEWS 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 Witmer Co., New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second class matter at tlie post office at Blytheville, Arkansas, under act of Con gress, 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, $1.50'for six months, 75c for three months; by mail in postal zones two to six inclusive, $6.50 per year; ill ''ones seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable in advance. Congratulations, Mr. Jackson The Courier News extends sincere congratulations to E. R. Jackson, who was selected by the people of Blytheville to serve as their mayor in yesterday's election. Mr. Jackson has resided in Blytheville most of his life, and the Hatter- ing vote he received attests the degree of success he has had in making friends and commanding respect among the people of this community. It is a big job that Mr. Jackson is undertaking, and the people of Blytheville should bear in mind that he is undertaking it for the benefit of the citizenship of the whole community. He therefore is entitled to the wholehearted support and co-operation of all persons interested in the welfare of Blytheville, and should receive such 'support and co-operation from all of us without having to seek or solicit it. The Courier News wishes Mr. Jackson the... best of success, and pledges him the fullest co-operation in carrying out any constructive platform. It Comes as a Shock For the first time in its history, the United States in January actually imported more farm products than it exported. . That comes as a shock, for we tike to think of the United States as a great food-producing country with .vast surpluses to send abroad. The surpluses are there/ all right, but the .people abroad who would like to buy American foodstuffs can't do it on account of the war. And so American import of foods like coffee, tea, pepper, and cocoa •beans, not produced in the United States, have at last reached up and passed the Avar-shaken exports. Yet there are those who still believe that the United States is beyond be- ^"ng affected by things that happen in "far-off" Europe. Did 11 on Pay Your $109? If you're an average American, $109 was your share of the $14,300,000(1000 paid in taxes in the year ended June 30, 19-40. If you paid more, the chances are that it was because you received more benefits than the average: certainly it means that under, the conditions maintained by our institutions, you have prospered beyond the average. Americans never paid, taxes more cheerfully than they pay them this year Never before has it been quite •so-clear that what we get for our Un x OUT OUR WAY money, namely, support of those institutions which make the American way of life possible, is precious beyond price. National Borders And Prison Walls There are certain things which we in free America can never understand about the totalitarian countries of Europe. One of them is their tendency to make of their national borders a prison wall. We in tSie United States find it hard to imagine a condition in which \ve would not allow anyone to leave the country who wanted to go. Our difficulty is in getting rid of those who keep insisting that it is a terrible country, but who have to be pried out of it with a shoe-horn if it is suggested that they go anywhere else. For those who are dissatisfied, and who think they can better themselves somewhere else, the American w a y is. to say, "0. K.I On your way, and good riddance!" It is not so in Europe today. Russia was the first to draw a tight line around her borders. Why on earth border patrols should have been stationed with leveled rifles to take pot-shots at all who tried so desperately to get away 'from their own homeland, we do not know, but it happened. Ail the totalitarian countries set up similar rules. We were accustomed to find situations in which it was hard to get INTO a country, but to find it hard to get OUT of one—that is a product of the last 20 years. Picture the scene recently enacted at Marseilles. A French ship is ready to sail for Martinique. Aboard are 348 Spaniards, refugees from the savage ^civil war that recently shook Spain. They are oil their way to Mexico and a new life., with valid exit visas and tickets for which they have paid the last cent they could scrape together. Suddenly police swarm aboard. There has ^ been a new order by the Vichy minister of interior—no Spaniard of military age'' is" to be allowed to leave France. In tears, many of them, the refugees file back down the gang-plank —the mirage j0 f freedom has been snatched away. Why? Are such men likely ever to be loyal to Vichy? You might think that Hitler would be glad to be rid of them—and such an act is clearly Hitler's act; no Frenchman would do such a thing except under compulsion. But no, they must stay where they are not wanted, and where they do not want to be. Why? Why? Why? A free mind accustomed to reason might well topple m trying to grasp the answer. We in America can not understand it, and pray God we never shall. If we really want to protect our. institutions WC Will bUild lin f-ho f u:»» j r *" uj./ kHdl> KlllG Oi .SQClCtv only the base ingrate would speakTgainst "cT !"?'S',» a "i °? y the SUlpki WO »W "«cn.-Ec|I ° r Education, Ohio State _ mast sacrifice. Management must sac- lice. Laoor must sacrifice. And shame bc j|»n who says the other fellow nmst sacriHcc • <-). j. Arnold, president, Northwestern NI- Life Insurance Co. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 2, 1941 SIDE GLANCES 4 'The doctor is beginning lo sell the stories he's ^ writing between .patients—don't miss liis next one you're in it as Mrs. 8." * By William F'ersuson CLOSEUV &OTH INJ AND POPULATION WITH THE OR ALTHOUGH LESS IN EACH. HE WAS 'BORN IN THE KINGDOM OP HANNOVER:.INI 1720. COPK. 1W1 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. NEXT: Spying on Mother Earth. Mind Your Manners Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the Col- lowing questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: i | 1. If it is your job to extend an invitation to a speaker, should you tell him how long you want him j to speak and on what subject when 'you ask him? 2. If you are asked to speak to an organization that you know nothing about, is it. all right to ask some questions, or must you pretend to know all about the organization? 3. Unless he has been invited to defend one side of a question, should a speaker criticize tlie opinions of a speaker who preceded him on the program? 4. When a club invites you to become n member, how can you politely refuse? 5. When there arc a number of guests at a club meeting, 'should the business meeting be cut as WHY IM THE \MOR\_0 WHUT rs R Kt WHEREJ.WAXJT By_J. R William " OUR BOAJRDING HOUSE with Major Hoople DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS BY EDITH ELLINGTON . NEA SERVICE INC. \ KKTI2HDA.Y! Anthony iuken IIIH U'IK Idi'a up to the mcrt-liun- illKi- mniiujgur. JK-C wait* uax- imjsly, Icium-ing; that it he IK *iu!- *><-sHtnl lu» will- ti*k her to marry Mm anil lu-r ma.s«iuc>rside will lj« omli'il. A customer tell* her Hint she mint* her husband to *ee .-» ilri-NK. Jiee doewji't expect the \vonmii to return, hut »he dot*. A ml her husband is Jenkinw, Davenport'* BEE BEGS FOR HER JOB CHAPTER XX JENKINS' hands were deep in the pockets of a striped purple suit, and a slouch hat was pushed back on his head. He had the air of a man enduring inhuman punishment. He was protesting- to his wile. "But listen, suppose she stays in South America the rest of the year? You think the old man's going to keep me on a salary for doing nothing? I tell you, I might be out a job and you want to buy more dresses!" "I might not buy it. I just want lo try it on." "I've got to get out of herey" Beatrice thought swiftly. "I simply can't face Jenkins. I can't have it all exposed now!" It was an hour until lunchtime, and she had a customer in the fitting room. A customer who was trying to soothe a whining little boy. "I'll be through in a minute, Junior. In just a minute." Miss Getz appeared, providentially, and Beatrice cried, "Oh, Getzie, please take- my customer, in there. I— I don't feel well." Miss Getz stared, but Beatrice had turned and ran. She slipped through the curtains at the other end of the fitting room aisle. Miss Dune was on the phone, her back to Beatrice. Beatrice fled through j Housewares, and into a waiting ' elevator. She'd go up to the soda fountain, linger over a forbidden coke, and then she'd loiter on the main floor. How long would Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins wait down there? "IE he'd only talk her out of the whole idea, and drag her away!" * * * QVER the coke, she wondered again about what was happening upstairs. "I'll sign the slip for it," she told the soda clerk. "If you ask me, they ought to give us the cokes," the girl said while Beatrice scribbled her name, number and department across the back of the ticket "What's a coke to the Duchess, anyway?" "Two thousand cokes might be something," Beatrice suggested mildly. Having finished her drink, she wandered into the stocking de- partment. "I certainly need some, too. But $1.35 . . . that's too much." She fingered 79-cent hose until the speculative eye of a main floor section manager sent her scurrying again. As she passed one of the side street entrances, a sudden thought struck her. "Jenkins lives in Queens. I bet he's riding around in my car!" She walked boldly out the door. Sure enough, there a little way down the street, her shining black town car was parked. She regarded it with strangely mingled emotions, "I ride the subway, and Jenkins and his wife skylark around in that." She took the escalator to the basement. From Children's Clothes, she peered into Budget. The Jenkinses had definitely left. Beatrice sighed with relief, and marched back. S DANE was drumming dangerously on the wrapping desk, her blood-red fingernails managing to call forth an unpleasantly loud sound from the scarred wood. "Where have you been?" "Upstairs for a coke," Beatrice confessed meekly. Miss Dane's throat purpled. "How dare you leave the floor? You were taking advantage of the section manager's absence, that's what you were doing! I have a good mind to fire you right now!" Beatrice bit her lip. All at once, she wanted fiercely to scream, "Go on, fire me! Fire me, and watch me mess your job up and your whole darned department — watch me mop you up in 10 minutes!" But sweet though it would be to put a bomb under Miss Dane, the thought of Anthony Bradley stopped her. She simply couldn't ruin everything now! He was on his own. up there with the merchandising manager. He was working out a scheme he had thought up himself— he would soon be getting a promotion he had earned. "The farther he gets away from this low-paying section manager job, the less it will hurt him to know I've been lying . . ." f If Anthony could convince himself that he was standing on his own two feet in this store, if he knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he was valuable and appreciated— perhaps later, when inevitably he discovered that Beatrice owned the store, he wouldn't feel that he held his job only because she loved - him. Because Beatrice had long ago decided that Bruce Sheldrake, > who. ,.w as too high and mighty to explore trivial details, was going out on his ear, some fine day. And An- thony Bradley, after serving the training she was certain Grandfather would have wanted was going to occupy that perfectly appointed office upstairs with "General Superintendent" on the door. So Bee Davis, salesclerk in Budget Fashions, let Miss Dane the Budget buyer, fume at her' Bee dropped her eyes and tried hard to look contrite. "Yes, Miss Dane," she murmured meekly. "Oh, Miss Dane, I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry."' And finally, when she saw that Miss Dane was working herself up into a veritable tantrum, and when she realized that the eyes of every girl in the department were focused on them, Beatrice took a deep breath and burst out tearfully. "Please, Miss Dane, don't fire me! Oh, Miss Dane, I need my job. I promise I'll never do it again. Really, I won't, Miss Dane." Her wide eyes lifted tragically to the contorted face of the buyer. "Miss Dane, you won't fire me, will you?" * * * gHE had learned, the day she applied for this job in the personnel office, that if you stood up to people they respected you more. But she had learned, too, that power was sweet to women like Miss Dane. Women who had so little, else to glory in. The power of life and death, of hiring and firing, made autocratic tin gods of them. If you begged, they liked to see you grovel . . . and they grudgingly dispensed a-little mercy, after you'd humbled yourself enough. But Miss Dane surprised her. For, instead of the mounting fury, instead of more threats and final humiliation, Miss Dane suddenly crumpled. "Stop that!" she grated. "Don't cry, you fool! Do you think I like trampling all over you? But I haven't got it so easy myself. . . . They took my stock girl, ..they keep raising my sales figures higher and higher. I'm nearly crazy, that's what I am! I was a salesgirl myself once. In those days, the store had some heart. Mr. Huntington wasn't hard- boiled, he didn't drive people . . ." To the never-to-be-forgotten stupefaction of the entire Budget Department, Miss Dane herself burst into tears. She wailed, "Go away, you young idiot Let me alone! Oh, I wish I never had 'to see this place again!" She covered her face with her hands, and turned to Miss Getz, who had somehow crept 4 closer. "Getzie, Getzie," she choked, "it wasn't like this'in the"''old' days, was it?" (To Be Continued) short as possible? What would you do if— A married couple entertains you at dinner in their home and you wish to return their hospitality— <:a) Invite the wife to an afternoon bridge party? (b) Have them both to dinner. I'uK;- ;n your home or at a restaurant? Answers 1. Yes. 2. It is quite all right to ask questions. Otherwise you may find yourself speaking to a group whose opinions you feel very strongly against. 3. No. 4. By saying that you are sorry, but that you haven't time for membership in another club, or that your interests arc in, another field. 5. Yes. If guests are invited, they should be entertained. Best "What Would You Do" so- lution—<b>. HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS m EGAD/ HOW TOR.TUNSATE TO i U'LO,MRS. MOOPLE.' & TUNE OUT THE A - -• CAM RELIEVE r~vI'D A-PASS60\DUAVjEREMADE ROSCOE ;> YOU OP THOSE GROCERIES/—/ RIGHT 6V ON THE J^YOU TWO CAM HAK-KAFF>~~ YOU RECALL^rSTRE£T^PEG&ED>.TAKE WSE RGSCO^OF COURSE WHO J^NOu FOR GOME SO- fvEGFTABLES UOOPLE YJ C1ABIE DEBUTANTE/ tf AND 1? YOU'RE ASB&DMEW& ^-~YOU STILL MAWS 80RKH ?~—!4E HAS COM- Y( THEM BIG BSAM MUFFINS J OM TtAfc POT OF THAT KELT (N A <tf 6EAMG T LEFT 3 TO SUP \\frm us.' ijri; :, . >!; > 'Nil i| |li etc u & PIT O;F liUi' Mvabioona' is Best Eskimo Book Since Frcudieif's Slory Net since Peter Frcuchen's "Arclie Adventure" has there been such a bock ns Contra n ric Pnncins' absorbing. graphic story of the Eskimo. "Kabloo- na" (Reynnl & Hitchcock, Inc.: S3*. "Kabioona" (Eskimo for white man) is the diary record of this Frenchman's Arctic winter at King William Land, where he learned to eat frozen raw fish and seal, sleep in an igioo but, not lo stand Eskimo .smells, miderslnnri Eskimo mentality. HOW ihe hnfning Eskimo mine) works i.s vividly illustrated ir. the following excerpt : Trading ;U a Hi.cir.on'.s Bay Post iy n struggle in which two" mentalities, the Whit? and the Eskimo, meet, and lock, in the end each is persuaded ih a t he lias won the match—the white m;m because in this barter he has got his "price." and the Eskimo because he is con- "vincerl of having got something for nothing. . . Eskimos turn up with sacks of foxes and signify that they want to trade. The trading is done at the store which stands some forty yards off from the Post proper. You lead them out. and as they troop over the sno\v there is a good deal of strangled laughter. What a great torce this is!"Once Jigain Jhcy are L'omc to do the white man m (he eye. and once again the white man'is not going to- know what has happened to him. All those wonderful things that fill the store are to be theirs for a few foxes. What can the white man want with foxes? In the igloo, a fox-skin will do as a clout, but even to wipe things with, the ptarmigan makes a better rag. It isn't possible that thej white man should have so many tilings that need wiping! . . . In the end . . . when the Eskimo leaves the store, dragging behind him a wooden box filled with, treasures, he senses vaguely thatj many of these shining objects are of no use to him. . . Nor is this phenomenon peculiar to Eskimos. In the South Sea islands I have known natives to do 60 miles through the bush and across rivers in order to trade for matches they furiously desired' because the matches had red heads. Celery Tops in Florida County SANFORD, Fla. (UP)—More celery i.s grown in Seminole County than in any other county in the nation. One person in every two hun- Mountain Born Co-Eds Require Bigger Dinners LUBBOCK, Tex. (UP)—Mountain born co-eds should eat more than, those who come from the prairies, according, to a metabolism study recently completed at Texas Technological College. Miss Johnnie McCrery.head pro-.: fessor of foods and nutrition at the ', college, made this report at the an-; nual meeting of the Texas Dietetic' association in Houston. It climaxed' a five-year experiment on the en- ; ergy requirements of girls. ! Miss McCrery said her "guinea pigs" were girls aged 18 to 23 years; whose medical records showed them: to be normal. Each had been living; at an altitude of 3,200 feet for six! months prior to the tests. ! Decalcomania is the art of- transferring pictures from paper to other surfaces. The expression "fits to a T" refers to the T-square or rule used , ... ... v.v,i_y uvu null- IUi;> LU UlC JL-dl{U<tiC Wl illlt, UdUU dred in England is named Smith, I by carpenters when exactitude is according to estimates. required. HOLD EVERYTHING Lewis '•- ••*-• -"- w. ... . r....y f. _ |, ' i- — "The record with Ihe hiccups is the ^ice president, and ihe one with the bad cough it> the sales manager."

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