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PAGE FOUR BLYTHEVILLE, (ARK.)' COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. • - H. W. KAINES, Publisher SAMUEL P. NORRIS, Editor J. THOMAS PHILLIPS, AdverUsiug 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 Con- N 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 & 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, $S.$f) per year; !c "*mes seven and eight, $10.00 per year, payable in advance. Something To Worry About Do you suppose people would really like it if they bad nothing to worry about? Probably not. The f a t h c 1 r s and grandfathers of the fellows who go around these days with their chins down to here, worried just the same. The fellow who moans continually about how things are going to the demnition bow-wows is only carrying on a very old and very human custom. You think grandfather or dad had nothing to worry about? Well, they did. Let's stop worrying about our own worries for a moment, and worry with dad: Wonder whether I'd better put those savings into the bank and get only 4 per cent when that slick feller offers 8 per cent on his gilt-edged bonds? Wonder whether there's really anything to this fool agitation for the eight-hour day? -Wonder whether doctors are really going to increase their charges? Great Jehoshaphat! They're charging $1 for an office call now, and S2 if they come to the house! Wonder what's come over that fellow. Ford? Must have a radical streak in him somewhere 1 Just think of $5 a day wages, when everybody knows $1 a day is all a man's worth! Wonder if those darn-fool women suilra- gets are going to keep on until 6 they get the vote? Ruin the country, that's what] Wonder if there's really any chance of that income tax thing being adopted? Plain socialism, that's what! Think of the government taking l per cent of all a fellow makes, just like that! Wonder if that horseless carriage thing is really here to stay? Dad, or granddad,- worked up u really first rate worry about things like those, incredible as it seems to us today. First point is, they DID worry. Second point is, they needn't have. Thing of that the next time you get all bowed down with your own worries. Most of the generalities we worry about don't happen, and if they do, they turn out better than the crepe-hangers expected. That $13,000 Throat The tumult of the 1940 political campaign has faded away, but little echoes keep coming to the attentive ear. For instance, the doctor who took care of Wendell Willkie's throat when that candidate's voice became husky last fall now submits a little bill to the Republican National Committee for : $13,000, which comes to §250 a day for 52 days. Had Mr. Willkie won the election, we have no doubt this bill would have been paid with cheerful alacrity. But as. itis, there has been some grumbling *n fact, from conversations with some ly isolationist friends. OUT OUR WAY we. gather that they- now think one treatment of the Willkie throat would have been enough—they talk as though they wish the doctor had just cut it, and let it go at that. Chairman Martin of the national committee is more sporting. He agrees that the bill should be considered a campaign expense, but he'd like to see it cut down a little, in some recognizable proportion to the results obtained. Which still leaves room for considerable difference of opinion. Some 'Horrors' Easily Borne +s Well, let's face it. There may be a shortage of peroxide blonds and blood- red finger-nails. If it reaiiy comes to that, the average American male will probably be able to face this deprivation in the name of defense with some fortitude. It seems thai peroxide is running short, and that the goo which women smear on their linger-nails to make them red is made of nitro-cellulose. That's needed in high explosives. Quite a lot of the materials women smear on their faces in the hope of becoming "man-killers" are now being used, by men themselves to kill each other directly, according to Max Factor, professional painter of the lilies of Hollywood'. Let's face it bravely, men! And cut out that snickering, you there in the back row! Armed Vessels On Tlie Lakes Once again the Great Lakes will see armed vessels riding on their surfaces, as they did during the World War, and at no other time since 1817. Forming much of the border between the United States and Canada, the lakes were demilitarized by the Rush- Bagot agreement in- 1817, an agreement scrupulously observed by both the United States and Canada and altered only by mutual free consent. During the World War both countries built small warships on the hikes with the understanding that they were not to be Too much Leaching of current problems by dilettantes has developed too much cynicism and .distrust of our government and politics. -James K. Pollock, political science professor at Michigan. operated there. Today it is being done again. Just as the unarmed bonier between the United States ami Canada has become a symbol for peaceful relations. so the mutual agreement in the face of an emergency to permit armed vessels to be built and to traverse the lakes today is an evidence of the perfect confidence of each country in the other. Each feels secure in' pGrfect confluence that the other's warships will_ under no circumstances be turned against it. nrmy ° fficci ' le-m is 1 r , o " . T t0 ovc ^"male hi, own strength -Bri/r B g. GCM. L. Maxell. Export Coniril GLANCES COPf!. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. T. M. REG. U. S." PAT. OFF. "Just Id him play around thai desk for a few minulcs— if it doesn't tip over I'll buy ii." THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson NAA^E DID NOT ORIGIMATE IN THE. WESTV IT WAS FIRST USED IN CONNECTION WITH A BAND OF DESPERADOES WHO PLUNDERED CATTLE PRO/A FAR/AERS DURINO THE COPR. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. VOL* MAAAE THESE'' TITLES O DON'T ALWAVS HUAA THE S-XXAAE TUNES, AND SCIENTISTS BELIEVE TLJME HAS. A: Columbia; 3 * m NEXT: "Ezra Meeker — "double Mind Your Manners Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then" chcrki?i<i against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a hostess ever moke a 1 slighting remark about one tuiest | to another? 2. Should the women guests at one bridge table feel free to discuss guests at another hibie? 3. If they are playing bridge !or money, should a girl expect IUT to pay her losses for i'm- evening? r. If you do not care io play a game for money, is it all right io ••say KO to your hostess when it is proposed that you play for stakes? 5. If you receive a prize at a bridge party, should you say "Thank you" again to your hostess when you say "Goonby"? What would you do if— You are a man sitting in a friend's living room and a woman is called out of the room to the telephone— . (a) Stand when she comes hack into (he room? (b) Remain seated and go on talking when .she comes back DOLLARS TO DOUGHNUTS EDITH ELLINGTON COPYRIGHT. NCA SERVICE. INC. VKKTKIUMYi Ueatrioe i* de- tiM-timi4jil to fact.- Unite Sheldrake, Hon. Hut Anthony conic* tram JiJ.s ci>i)l>r<-i»<:e defeated. The nu-r- oIiHjxti.so rmmapc.T laughed ut the «IK Mca. itilt Anthony l.su't 4juit- ViiiK. Ili-MJ B'ft proof. Ami Hce rcriMr.fK (liiil .she has to huvr vn'oot! for litrr c'liaiiK'eM iii th»More or she »vi|| |, c . | ;iuir i,,- : ^ ni, ion. I'\>r U»e lirxl lime wiie »-*r<ii- i/.t-K Uje roKixHi.sIljHity her money hns >>ro«iih: iijttoii her. * * # NO TIME FOR BLUES CHAPTER XXII 'JpHROUGH the long afternoon, the enormity of her problem stayed with her. That night, as she punched her time card, one of the line of hurrying guis in dark store dresses and cheap coats, she thought, "These girls need me. I've got to help them! I've got Io help Anthony. And Grandfather would want me to do something. But what? What shall I do?" Anthony was waiting for her outside ihe employes' entrance. Toby Masters, who always left the store with Beatrice, cried, "You look like a man who wants to get plastered." Toby knew something was going on, she sensed that Anthony had suffered some bitter disappointment. But she was too wise io ask. Anthony said, violently, "If it weren't lor Bee, I certainly would go out on the town tonight. I'd get high as a kite." "And you'd have a hangover In the morning that would kill you," said Toby. "Not to mention getting fired," Beatrice added. his anguished eyes were so hard to bear! She remembered how she had always sought lorget- fulness and surcease in the gay, crowded night clubs of this city. She thought of the hotel ball rooms, In which she had danced; the theaters in which she had sat; the music and laughter and the excitement that could drive away, for a few hours, even the deadliest boredom. "Anthony, why don't we all celebrate tonight? We wouldn't need to get tight. But we could inukc whoop-:-: Look, let's be like that man who used tc celebrate every kick as if it were a medal of honor. Let's dance and make merry and the deuce with disappointment." ' . : Toby promptly seconded the motion. "I've been achinp for a really big night for. monthsl" She hopped up and down, squealing delightedly. "What a charx-e to drag out the Great Stone Face! Look, I'll tell him you're throwing the party, Anthony. Oh, I know you're broke, I'll pay you our share. But if I tell him it's your party, he can't turn me down, see? Leaving things up to him seems to have gotten nowhere, so—" She grinned impudently, "I'm nuts about the boy. Come on, let's go home and I'll phone him and get all rigged up—" "I've never heard of any Great Stone Face before," Beatrice said slowly. "Who is he?" "He's a handsome blizzard. A frozen glacier. A human adding machine. He's in the comptrollers office, my sweet. What do you think I've been doing while you and Anthony cooed over the lunch plates in the cafeteria? I've been throwing myself at his head, that's what I've been doing. He always eats in a dark corner near the kitchen, with a book on higher mathematics. I've been tossing the book under the table and offering him Toby instead, and he's been very politely and stubbornly refusing to have any." "Toby, you shock me," Anthony said. "Oh, he likes me, don't fret! He thinks I'm wonderful. He even admits I'm good looking. But—" the small, animated face sobered, and for a moment Toby was wistful and unsure, "He's a very careful looker-ahead, and he has a mother to support." "I think you deserve a party," Anthony commented. "All right, we're throwing a party." * * + "j^TEVER in her life had Beatrice ~ known quite so impromptu a party. Anthony went home with them on the subway. Toby phoned her boy, and Vera phoned Terry. At 8 o'clock, the doorbell rang, announcing Toby's Great Stone Face. She cautioned Terry five times, between the bedroom and the door, not to "get gay" "with her friend. Then she came back radiant, leading a tall boy with a thin, bony face and red hair. "Handsome!" thought Beatrice. "Toby must have it bad!" But when Sam McArdle smiled, she understood. "We might as well get going," Terry said, after the introductions were over. t: We've got half an hour before the curtain and it's a long ride." Back to the subway. Six-laughing young people, crowding into the ti'ain. Toby hung on the arm of her cavalier with such- transparent joy that Beatrice couldn't help saying, to Anthony. "The tough young girl about town! Just look at her." They ran all the way from the subway station to the theater, but they were late. It was two flights up to their seats, and people commented audibly at their nerve in barging in after the show started. "No consideration! Where do they think they are, in the orchestra?" * * * TJURING intermission, Toby and Vera hung over the rail, gazing down enviously at the brilliance of the fur capes, satin and sequined evening gowns, and diamond bracelets of the sirens in the orchestra. Beatrice sipped a warm orangeade from, a paper cup contentedly, and smiled at Anthony.' She knew the orchestra crowd. This was better. It was an uproarious musical comedy, with tunes that lingered after the last curtain fell. "And now," said Toby, "On to the Danceteria." "The—what?" "It's a nightclub, really," Toby explained with dignity. "Only you tote a tray. Dinner and drinks and dancing and a swell orchestra and better than Fifty-second street any night!" The Danceteria was a revelation. It was done in red, with a Spanish motif as eye-shocking as the zebra stripes at the night club with which Beatrice was more familiar. There were tables, all crowded, and a dance floor that was jammed although it was larger than any night club dance floor had a right to be. The most important thing about the Danceteria was its democracy. Black ties mingled with dark blue serge, and sport dresses swayed right next to white tulle. The cheerful sound of happy voices was strangely different from the occasional feverish shrieks Beatrice remembered. There was no recurrent shrilling of, "How perfectly divine!" "My dear, can you bear it?" No one seemed to be concerned with who stopped at who's table, or who was dancing with who's wife. "It's wonderful," she cried. "Anthony, it's marvelous! I'm so glad we had this party!" She watched a girl at the next table scuffle good-naturedly with a boy over the possession of some snapshots. "-=• She watched Vera poking Terry and whispering, "Don't spend too much." She saw Sam McArdle's red head hovering close to Toby's chestnut curls. ' ; : i- ,.> "I'm so happy, Anthony, I've simply got to dance. Right now!" (To Be Continued) into the room? Answers 1. No. 2. No. 3. No. She must pay her own. 4. Certainly. 5. Yes, it is the gracious thing to do. Best "What Would You Do" solution—(a), i HIGHLIGHTS FROM LATEST BOOKS THEM. GOV'MIMT \ INSPECTORS, <S-MEM, \ AM OTHER OFFICIALS DOM'T HEUP> MUCH — I THtWK THEV SLOW COWM PRODUCTION BY BE.IM 1 IM TH' WAV/ VOLJ GOT TO WATCH VOL) DOM'T BEAM OR. BOMP ' VEH, AM IF DO CRACK ONE. OM TH' CROCK VOU'D BE JAILED PER SABOTAGE -AM 1 A GOOD MAM OFF PRODUCTION 1 JJLWUlia™ OUR BOAKDING HOUSE mil, Major Hoople fa BURKE: ROSCC i STANDS Jv^ TO SCRAPS KES1M GOT OP SHOULDER BLADES / < r> LbOOK OUT. KOSCOE, KB MAY TELL. NOD \\MERH IOWA CITY, la. < UP)— The Uni- ' versity of Iowa lav: college is pioneering in a new phase of legal tudy — psychiatric jurisprudence, the .study of mental diseases from both medical and legal points of view. The study involves the firsthand analysis of mental patients , interned in the university psychopathic ho.spiial. The course is taught by Dr. Andrew H. Woods. head of the hospital, and Prof. Roll in Perkins of the law college. For years, according to the in- .struetcrs. lawyers and physicians have diflercci over the problem of mental disease. Doctors a,ssertcd!y have ridiculed the legal tests for insanity, insis 1 - ing that the courts are unable to determine by the accepted legal te.sus whether a person is sane enough to will property ur make contracts. Physicians, on the other hand. never have realized the practical problem involved. Woods and Per- kim declare. Some law must apply to settlement of estates and wills to prevent chaos in disposal of an insane person's property. "Most lawyers have not the vaguest notion of insanity problems because they 'nave never come in contact with casns or else because they have never undertaken independent study.'' according to Perkins. The new cour.se. offered in only a few colleges in the country, seeks to correlate The professions of law and medicine, now at odds on the insanity subject. "It is hoped that one of .society's gravest problems will bs solved— that of taking care of ihe property and determining the legal capacity of mentally disordered persons," Perkins added. "This work will not turn the lawyeis into psychiatrists, but its purpose is to force lawyers to awake to the problems of insanity and mental diseases so that com- petcnt psyhintrists may be called in to aid in the disposition of the problem.'' Read Courier News want Hugh Wilson Adds Second Volume to Important Memoirs Hugh Wilson, veteran of 30 years in the American diplomatic service, presents his second volume of memoirs of that experience in "Diplomat Between Wars" (Longmans: S3). Crowded with entertaining incidents a?id vignettes of world figures, thus volume gives a ringside picture of the disintegration of Europe from the World War to the eve of the present one. Because his latest diplomatic post was that of Ambassador to Germany, Wilsons estimate of the German people is especially significant, today. He writes: I have seen the Germans in war and triumph. I have seen the Germans in defeat and humiliation. I have seen the Germans in the pride of the Third Reich, and the same characteristic has always been evident. They deviate more from the normal than the other races of western Europe. Their enthusiasm in the pursuit of the abnormal knows no bounds. I have seen them the world's most pacifist nation, I have seen thenij/nc. world's most bellicose. . . The German people are sincere in these faiths. There is a restlessness, a necessity for faith that the older races cannot comprehend. There is a violence in the expression thereof that to the older races often approximates the ludicrous, but this manifold possibility in the character of the German race must be recognized abroad. It is the essential factor, it sec-ins to me, in dealing with these people. It is absurd. I submit, to attempt to distinguish betwen Nazis i and Germans. . . . This volatile j and highly spiritual people are i capable of the sublime in sacrifice and of incredible limits of ruthlessness. Somehow the means must be round t.n bring out among them those characteristics which will make them good neighbors among [he peoples of the world. HOLD EVERYTHING By Clyde Lewis vr utA stuvics. INC. T. M, ms. p. s PAT "It's an answer Io Ihe note ue sen I oul—says we have to report for the draft!"