The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas on November 29, 1939 · Page 4
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The Courier News from Blytheville, Arkansas · Page 4

Blytheville, Arkansas
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Wednesday, November 29, 1939
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PAGE FOUR BLVTHBV1LLB,. (ARK.) COURIER NEWS THE BLYTHEVILLE COURIER NEWS THE COURIER NEWS CO. •• H, W, HAINE8, Publisher . J.GRAHAM SUDBUBY, Editor fAXVEL P, NORR18, Advertising Manager Sole National Advertising Reptescntatlves: Arkansas Dallies, Inc., New York, Chicago, Detroit, fit. Louis, Dallas, Kansas City. Memphis. Published Every Afternoon Except Sunday Entered as second clasa matter at the post- office at BlyUievllle, Arkansas, under ad of Congress, October 9, 1917, Served by the United Press. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By carrier in the City of Blytlievllle, 15o per week, or B5o per month. By mall, within a radius of 50 miles, $3,00 per year, $1.50 for six months, 75c for three months, by mall In uosUU zones two to six Delusive, $6.50 per year; In zones Eeven and clglit, 110,00 per, payable In advance. Make Room for the Youngsters About 5,000,000 young men and \vo- ben between the uges of l(i and 25, .who" have completed all the schooling they intend to take, are scanning help wanted columns, sitting arornut employment offices, lounging in corner drug stores, or just lying around home. All of them would he glad to work >!' (here was work to be done. Every year an additional 500,000 young people leave the schools and sharpen (he coin- petition for Uie few available jobs. The 1G,000,000 young folks in this age class who are employed are .not entirely happy. According to a recent survey conducted by the Anieriqmi Youth Commission, about 43 per cent have the feeling they're in dead-end jobs. They feel they have neither security nor much chance for promotion. The figures arc depressing enough., But what is even more, gloomy is the attitude of young people redacted in » Y. 51. C. A. sample poll. ]n New York City alone, 80 per cent of all persons between the ages of 15 and 3<i arc no longer sold on the old American idea that ability is enough to insure success. The day of Horatio Alger has been.lqft far behind. The youth commission recently interpreted this condition as a distinct menace to American neutrality in the present European war. To many of the youngsters, anything 1 , even war, would sound better than complete idleness. These.young people' today t areyust as energetic, just as anxious'to ""'get out . and do something as were youngsters not so many years ago when there were enough jobs' lo go around. Many 'of them might welcome even the hazard of death under gunfire just as long as they were kept busy and they knew they were useful. Further schooling is not the answer"" to this national problem, but about 65 per cent of those polled in New York agreed thai extension of vocational guidance facilities would help. Actually, even this plan, while it may be a good idea, can do little more than jug' gle job applicants around a bit. Vocational direction cannot open new jobs. Whether we like it or not, the whole thing boils down lo a simple mathematical formula with a result that is not too cheering. Industry is rapidly increasing its production, and in many fields output is equaling that of 1920. Payroll indices throughout the nation have generally gained over those of last year. Exceptions noted arc largely in clothing and allied industries, and they will come along as soon as the spurl OUT OUR WAY dikes definite 'shape, Nevertheless, there are .still somewhere between 9,000,000 and 10,000,000 persons without jobs. It is estimated the nation's industries at peak will use about 1,000,000 less men than they did in 1020 and to this group must be added the 2,000,000 who were unemployed in 1929 and the 5,000,000 workers who have come upon the scene within the last 10 years. Owen D. Young, acting chairman of the youth commission, • places responsibility .squarely on the government and insists jobs of some kind must be made. Just as important as handing out jobs, however, is rebuilding faith in the old axiom of ability bringing on .success. Thanh for Whal We, Hauc Not We 'give thanks today for ;;!! Die inaii-inadu (errors o!' civilization that have NOT been visited ti|xm us—Ihc things we t'iiniiot afford, Hie things v/e do nol want: Bombs bursting in air, I'earl'ul eyes pinned on the sky, spiritless Btirvivors picking unions the ruins of cities tor all that is left of loved ones. Hungry, scrawny little bodies, never gelling used io slnrwilion, never iin- dei-stmiding why such things have to be. Men in trenches, nauseated with fear, knowing they will probably die or come out crippled for life. JMcn at sea waiting for death in the form of-torpedoes, mine. 1 ), depth bombs, aerial attack. It doesn't matter how. Death is so much alikoin all its disguises. We are grateful because we don't need to carry rations cards when we go to the grocery store and because 'we don't need to do without the things we're used lo having at our tables. We don't need to walk dark streets at night, picking our way dangerously along in blackness, carrying gas masks always over our shoulders. We don't need lo leave our factories, ' offices and Holds lo put, on uniforms and carry gnus and learn to shoot men we don't hale. We don't' need to stand -along the streets, and wave our little /lags and cheer as soldiers strut along, when in our hearts we know it is all wrong. We don't need to feel the deadness and hopelessness that conic when fathers and sons and brothers and husbands exchange their places on earth for little while crosses. We made a mistake onoe before; we don't waul to make it again. We want lo be left to do the things we were meant to do—to build, not destroy. We want lo enjoy all the blessings we know today and all the others we can earn. We want our children to be glad they were born info this world. We want lo give them a world that is not charred and slained with needless blond. We are thankful for having been given a chance to rebuild an earlh we nearly tore apart 25 years ago. We're sorry some men again waul lo destroy I it. Wo think it's big enough for every| one lo live peacefully. We hope, above all, we can repeat these words of Thanksgiving a year from now—and every year thereafter. WfebNESfaAY, NOVEMBER 29, 1939 SIDE GLANCES by Gajbraith 'This is my son and dau^lilcr. In case they ever try lo charge giis, 1 want von lo refuse Iliem." THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson IF VOU COULD $.$1 LOUD ENOUGH TO BE HEARD INI AUSTRALIA, IT WOULD TAKE ABOUT 1 FOR YOUR. voice TO TRAVEL. THAT COPS. \mt>r t.E> SIKWCE.W. r.«.. BtC.U.S PH. OIF. -p NORTH IS MOT AN •; , ANSWER: India, Iiom which the gypsies entered Europe in the Hlli or 15th century. NEXT; Traveling on water by elephant )iower. Down Memory Lane ( Ten Years .'.?o • Mm. J. C. Cuilin of Pine Bluff 1 Is visiting her son. K. L. Cuj-lin and Mis. Curlin . . , M r mm Mrs. p. A, Ijisloy. mid'daughter. Miss Marry Elizabeth, arc visiting Mr. and Mrs. H. A. Smith for several days , . . Miss May Aldrldgc is spending the week in (ireen- wood, Miss. . . . Mrs. A. J. [( I1; isa and daughter have relumed from Memphis where they visited relatives for a week. Fivp Years Apo Huns YnlliEr. German ambassn- Ulor to the United States, declared in Memphis I'day his country would start buying cotton from the south tifjiin when America slam buying I iom Germany. One Year Ago Little Rock: James I,. Bland, secretary to Governor Bailey, will resign his position and return to Walnut Ri<h:o where he owns si weekly newspaper by January 15, it was learned today. TrlATS A HECK OF A PLACE. TO BUILP A CLUB HOUSE — EIGK1 IN TH' MIDDLE OP TH' TOWN DUMP' IT&THEONUV PLACE WE COULD FIMD A STOVE AM' WE CAN'T MOVE OR, RAISE IT--SO TH*CT'S WHVTHE PIPE COMES OUT TH' BOTTOM By J. R. Williams OUR BOARDING HOUSE with Major Hoople V\JELL, WHO | DO VJE UtoJE TO „ V TWAMVC fOV. /%• / LAST NIGHT'S BWTER'6 , > I SOT JUST \COMSECUTiM6 MINUTES r OP SUUT-EYE/ WHM , WiVS IT •*•— A ' MASS REHEARSC.L OF ANIMAL IMITATORS ? LAST I WEAVD. THE POLICE VJgRE IRVING TO BREAK UP i REUMIOM Ol CATS — T(4E\ CLAIMED BAXTER '&! INVITED THE t DIOM'T ^ A QUITE CATCH ALL THE BUT IT SOUNDED LIKE A TRAIM ' V - DISTURBANCE DOUBTLESS O \> A. FISMEMT ME/DitWaJ> OP THE MEAK TW£ T SUBCONSCIOUS RIOT, MAJOR ? 1 MIND.' 1; -- — * SERIAL STORY 5 WOULD KILL BY TOM HORNER COPYRIGHT, I9», SERVICE, INC, YUSTHIUMVi l>;m.«0ii ufarrlim tin- liutiM? fur tltr Sim tLnt killed Jlt'Uilioriii-, lull /all* <o tlnd It. ttl».|i I,,. „„,.„ ,„ mfi.kin AlKlun, jylio hud lircu hfrriiliiK .iiiliiiill}-, III" "III inrni In Rime. LIMIT AJ*<ui: runii-K uilt of tlJe l»:i!(i*:ij£i!Wuy '"> <lll! Klrccl, JirHKlH IMlYKlUI u ftijiuilKta, imlf-smolicd glyiuel. CHAPTER XII J^A'A'SON glanced for an inslam ••'' the paper in his hand, then clorecl his fingers over it. He studied (he faces around him. John Douglas rind Ara, hurrying from Ihc dining room, wondering what this impetuous outburst might mean; Helen Bmlliorne, beside her father, her eyes clouded will) anxiety; Krone, in blank amazc- menl, anc i beside him, Joey di Torio, his face a mask, but his eyes darling from one lo another. "Give me your cigarets," Da\v- san commanded. Douglas fished in iiis. pockets, produced a pack. Ara's purse, on her wrm, yielded hers. "You'll find mine all over the house,!' Mrs. Benthorne volunteered, "I've only a f eiv ipft, i^d yol ,' re welcome to lliem," di Torio said, extending his silver ease. "Thanks," Dawson growled. "Now all of you get into the living room, I'll call you—" Alston took a step toward the doot, then crumpled to the [loor. "Daddy! Daddy!" Helen Ben- (liovne moaned, as she dropped to her knees beside him. Alston's eyes flickered open, "I'll -be-all right—my heart—excitement—" "Cany Mr. Alston upstairs— you Krone—and you, Douglas. You too, Joey. Keep 'em all up there, Krone." & * * JJAWSON. studied the four cig- arets on the desk before him, compared each one carefully with the bit of paper in his hand. So he had been right, after all. This would cinch the case, alibi or no alibi, So intent was he that he did not notice Ara standing in the' doorway. "Captain—" she began hesitatingly. He looked up. "What do you want? I'll sec you later, I'm busy now—" "It's about last night—John and I talked it over—we think you shou'f] know—" "Think I should know what?" DawsoH answered shortly. "That I was here, early last night—before 9 o'clock. I came to see Mr. Benthorne—" "So you've decided to let me in on your secrets now—" Sarcasm tinged the detective's question, but the girl lei it pass, apparently unnoticed. "Lots of people svere here to see Benthovne last niglit. ... I'm busy. . . . Your new fairytale will keep, won't it? He turned back to the cigarets. 1 » * HE clock ubovcT the 'fireplace licked off the minutes. When Daivson paused, after a time, to (ill and light his pipe, (lie girt was atili standing there. John Douglas was beside her, }>j s arm protectively around her shoulders. "I thought I told Krone—" "You did," Douglas said. "He's right here on the stairs. He can see Mr. Alston's door; Mrs. Ben-, " line,is with her father, and di 1 Torio is on the steps with Mr. Krone. Ife cun see us here in the doorway, too." "Where's Nick Smith?" Dawson suddenly remembered the taxi driver had been missing during tile excitement. "He's out in front, talking to the officer on duty there," Krone called down from the stairs. "He won't get awny." "So you _ two have cooked up a real story, 1 " Dawson returned to the couple hefore him. "All right, come in and let's have it." He pulled open the drawer, pushed the cigarets, Ihe packs and Tony's case into it, "Close the door and sit down." The girl made no move to obey, but walked slowly across Ihe room, until she stood al the edge of Ihe desk. Douglas pushed the door closed, stood behind her. "You came to see Benthorne," Dawson went on. "Why?" "I came to kill him!'' The girl's expression 'did not change, her voice was almost a monotone. "If ever a man deserved lo die, it was Arnold Benlhorne. "He knew I was coming; he told me lo come in (lie side entrance, the passageway from the street. At first lie had refused lo see me, but when I gave him my name he wanted to see me. < "I came fully prepared to kill lu'm. I had an automatic revolver in my purse. I know how to use one—" "You realize, of course," Dav.'son interrupted, "thai anything you tell me may be used against you." "I know that, Captain Dawson," the girl replied, "but 1 did not kill Benlhofne. You'll understand after you hear all of my story. "Mr. Benllionie met me at the outer doorway about 8:<I5, brought me directly to his study. We talked for some lime. At first he was obstinate, mean, nasty. He refused lo believe anything I said. Then, when I showed him proof, lie begged for mercy, offered me money, offered me almost anything. The more he begged, the move lie pleaded, the more I hated, him. Oh, I'm glad—glad lhat he's dead." Momentarily she lost her calm, and her dark eyes flashed. For an instant Dawson thought iie had seen that same expression before, on another, different face, but he dismissed the idea as Am continued, "It was then that Mrs. Ben- tliorno came in, found her husband and me. She demanded lo know what it was about, why we must meet secretly without her knowledge, and I told her. "She turned on her husband like a fury. I detested Arnold Ben- thorne for what he was and what he had been, but she hated him with a madness that was almost insanity. I do not blamt iicr. Ho never knew the meaning of honor. What he had done to one woman, he would do to another. "At.last I left them. If I killed him then, before his wife, I could never escape punishment for doing what J believed was only justice. I hurried out the same way I hnd come, intending to return today. But I did not get back in time. Someone else wished Arnold Ben- thorne dead, too. I was too late." "You're talking in circles," Daw- sou broke in angrily. "Of all the d i s c o n n e c ted, unintelligible— What are you talking about? Why did you come here to kill Ben- lhorne? Answer me, why did you?" The girl shook her head, sobbed into Douglas' shoulder. Dawson strode around the desk, grabbed Ara's shoulders and turned heir around to face him. "You started this. Now tell me the Iruth. Why did you want to kill him?" The answer came in a whisper. "Arnold Benthorne was my father!" (To Be Continued) • THE FAMILY DOCTOR PJICUnioiiiu and Influenza Cause Ten Per Cenl ol' All Deaths in U. S. BY I>K. MORlilS J-'ISHBEliN i Neglect of mild Influenza or of Lililor, .Touroal of the -Americsn a mild cold leads lo pneumonia. Medical Association, anrt of .The first thing to do when voii llygcra, tl, c Health araga/inc (arc sick is to gel into bed and Rated after heart disease among call a doctor, .he chief causes of death in the United States are influenza and pneumonia. They arc grouped to- jether because they frequently strike nt the same time, or bc- :nusc one often follows the other. fn I93T. influenza pneu- nonia accounted fcr 148,014 deaths, or 10.02 per cent of all deaths in .his country. They caused 12.0 per NKXT: Modern treatment, oi pneumonia. Girl Swimmer Ends Paralysis And Wins Races :e:il of all" deaths amoiig 'persons '. Kilskclis - slim alld wi!l) yellow' _ HIDIKI& iu ^CLOSET &T WE TltAE.' •^^-' ' - •&'/-/ oelween the ages of 5 and 10 a .vcrc third among the causes denth in this age group. Nevertheless, except for the great epidemic of 1918. the number of jcaths from inlhienza and pneumonia has ben gradually declining. New there is reason lo believe that with Ihe discovery of anti-pneumonia .serums anrl sulfapyridine as effective agents, the nites will fall itill lower. Inflticnzu alone is seldom fatal. In fart, for a while, all deaths from both diseases were clu'lked up to pncumonijt. Then came the epidemic of 1918. and we learned of the .special nature of influenza under sonic circumstances. In that epidemic, many patients died of pneumonia, but the chief cause cf death was Influenza which induced pneumonia. Sinre scientists arc convinced we arc likciy to have further epidemics of influenza from time to time, we should give some attention to methods of preventing such conditions. In Itie first place, remember these diseases are of the infections type. One cf the first- prcvcutalive measures is to stay nwuy from persons who are victims of ihcsc di.scaseS. Remember, loo, that the germs arc spread l>y coughing or sneering. The person who is hick should nol <i?c the .sune towels, napkins, drinking nnrt eating utensils that are i:sc(i by Inn vest of the family. Certainly the;; .should refrain from kissing or tondlinH children. We do not li.ivc any established form ot vaccination or inoculation against influenza and pneumonia. Prevention, therefore, means that wo must keep our bodies in the best physical condition so -they can these diseases by the development or the kind of-nature! resistance Cue bony has against all torts of physical disturbances. , . hil - s W01! morc »""> or 50 swimming medals, one of them an international c h a in p i o n ship nicdnl for the 100-meter backstroke for girls of her nge group. It required a lot of perserver- iincc (or 17-year-old Nellie to 1'cach the medal-winning stage be- cause there was plenty of competition from tlie other girls. But mosl of all, Nellie needed coui|| age, because she first, had to ovefl come infantile paralysis before she could even learn to swim. The paralysis settled in Nellie's right leg when she was a child. When she was 7 years old, she went to the Oliver swimming pool here, more cut of curiosity than anything else. A kindly life guard, Irwin Labbelt, persuaded her to try to swim. She did, and within two years she was a member of Oliver pool's team, swimming in meets sponsored by the city bureau of recreation. Today, Nellie doesn't even walk with a limp, and, in addition lo her swimming prowess, she is nn honcr student and a basketball and volleyball player. Her ambition is to become nn Olympic star. And' there are many persons herd who have a strong belief that shcSi realize That ambition. "I just made up my mind that my limp wasn't going to stop me from doing things," is the way Nellie explains her unusual accomplishment. The Dutch, as a nation, arc the best linkuist.s of all Europeans. HOLD EVERYTHING.- By Clyde Lewis "You may lake your scat Vio\y, Freddie—a boy v>'ilh laleut like thai is.uo duucc." .•

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