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FAYETTE COUNTY LEADER. FAYETTE. IOWA. DEEPWTERS AMES WILLIAMS W.M THE STORY rAR: After a iwltt courtiklp Wilt McPhail tUttl for a mm. mer Jok at Moon Bay, liavlm Hobta Dale to wonder bow a career flrl completely iwtpt ker feet.

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Aatm McPkan klamei Bobla for WID'i deatk. Now continue wllk Ike story. CHAPTER The purser found a car; and he was putting her bags in it before she that Mr. Jenkins was driving. Mr.

Jenkins said, in a pleased tone: "Decided to stay, have youT Say, you change your mind, don't you? You're right, though) It's a great place. I'll take you to the hotel." Mr. Lewis helped her into the car. She thanked him, and Mr. Jenkins started toward shore.

She looked straight ahead, not as a defense him but because she did not want to see what the workmen were doing; but almost at once he pulled over to the tide of the dock and and pointed. "That's my boat down there." She saw a gray motor cruiser, long and low with a high deck forward, moored beside the dock. "Care to go aboard her?" he asked. "She's neat as a pin." "I'm rather anxious to get settled. Do you mind?" "I have to stop a minute, myself.

You'd better come see what she's like." "I'll wait here." So Mr. Jenkins dropped down to the deck of the cruiser and disappeared into her cabin. A man: came purposefully across the dock to look down at the boat, and then 1 at Robin; and Robin closed her eyes and was very tired. When Mr. Jenkins got in beside her again, and' she opened her eyes, the man had disappeared.

"We're pulling out Monday," Mr. Jenkins told her, driving on. "Say, I'm glad you're staying. I'll show you the town tonight. You'll get a kick out of it." They were approach-, ing the landward end of the dock.

"Tough about young McPhail. The, kid got fancy with that crane and it killed him. You can't monkey with those" BiBlMt'--'- The -car- Jolted- ever, the rough road, and suddenly he! used the brakes and stopped and to a man walking toward the dock. The man was dressed like a workman, but he looked at Robin in a way she felt. He said to Mr.

Jenkins: "I was looking for you." Mr. Jenkins asked the man a curious question. He asked: "Got the tickets?" The man grinned faintly, and looked at Robin again. "All collected, yeah," he said. Mr.

Jenkins nodded. "Then we'll let 'em in tomorrow." He added: "I'll be taking a walk tonight. I might see you." "Okay," the man assented. "I'll be around." The road, with a railway along one side to carry freight from the pier head to the town, rounded a rocky point where the whole face of the precipice had been blasted away to let it pass. Robin began to be interested, to ask questions.

Wherever a trickle of water came down the steep slopes, there were signs, warning passers not to drink the water; and she spoke of them. He nodded. "That's all bog water," he explained. "It'll make you sick. They cut a tunnel six feet square through that mountain up there and they bring water down from Bear Lake now." They approached the first buildings; and he pointed to, one.

"There's the police station. Five cops. They'll stay indoors and have a poker game tonight." "Why?" "Saturday, night. Three thousand men out for a good time can use up five cops pretty quick." "Oh I What do they do for a good time? Movies?" He laughed. "Liquor up, mostly.

No women here. Drink, and gamble and fight." She remembered passage in Will's letter which had puzzled her. "What's Alcohol?" "Sure." "But why don't they drink whisky, or beer, or something?" "Can't get it. Alky means smaller bulk, so it's easier to run it in, and the men get quicker action when they drink it. Here's the mill.

They set up the machinery first and then build the mill around it. Here's the warehouse where they'll store the paper. You could play football in it. It's big enough." "Imagine enough paper to All itl IVhere will it all come from?" "They've a tract of spruce here two hundred miles square. It'll take fifty years to cut it, and by that time fifth of it will be big enough to cut again." He spoke as of a personal achievement.

"This is big business, sister. They've spent a million dollars a month here now for over a year; building churches, freezing plants, schools, houses. There's the bank." The car bounced and groaned over bumps in the raw mud of the road, weaving among tractors and workmen and scrapers and teams, to turn at last into a grav- eled drive before the hotel. "Here you are, sister. I'll carry your bags." She followed him indoors.

At the desk Mr. Jenkins said to the clerk: "Give her a good room, Dave. "That corner room, second floor, is empty, isn't it?" He winked, but Robin was registering, did not see him. The clerk named Dave looked admiringly at her-, bowed head and pursed his lips in a soundless whistle. He called a boy, and Robin turned to thank Mr.

Jenkins; but he went with her toward the stairs, the boy with her bag and packsack preceding them. At her room, she thought for an alarmed moment that Mr. Jenkins was coming in; but he put a key into a dooY opposite hers. "I'm just across the hall," he said. "If you get lonesome, sing out.

Want to take a walk before dinner?" "I think not." "I'll see you at dinner, then." She locked her door and told herself that he was Just friendly. She heard a steamer whistle, and went to her window and saw the White Queen departing, and that made her feel lost and alone, and she lay down, and for a while she cried, lying on her face across the bed. She cried, very quietly, for a long time. Then she began to think about Angus McPhail. It was to find him and try to comfort him that she had come ashore.

He would undoubtedly be staying at the hotel, so after a while she went down to the 'office to enquire for him. "Is Mr. Angus McPhail staying here?" she asked. "Mr. McPhail?" He seemed BUT- Mr.

Jenkins said, "Give her a good room, Dave." prised, as though his preconceptions were somehow shaken. He repeated stupidly: "Mr. McPhail, the fisheries man? ma'am." "Oh! would he be likely to be?" "I don't know. He has stayed here, before." This clerk named Dave, she decided, was a little stupid. She asked: "How soon are you serving dinner?" "Ready now," he said.

Then he asked: "Want to wait for Mr. Jenkins?" "Oh, no!" Why should she resent that question? It was natural enough, since she and Mr. Jenkins had arrived together; but the clerk's tone annoyed her. She went into the dining room; but before she could order, Mr. Jenkins appeared and without invitation tat down at her table.

"Well, everything all right?" he asked. She hesitated. "I want to see Mr. McPhail. The one who wai on the White Queen.

Do you know him? "Met him today. I'll find him for you. He might be on his boat. It's tied up, out by mine. We'll take a look after dinner." She could discover no good reason for refusing his insistent helpfulness; needed help.

After dinner, the clear twilight soft and beautiful, the sunset's afterglow bright across the water below them, she and Mr. Jenkins began their search. They went in the car, and Robin was a little startled to see so many men everywhere, milling to and fro, shouting now and then for no apparent reason, staring at her in the dusk. Angus McPhail proved hard to find. They enquired first at the barber shop.

"Freel hasn't seen him," he said. "We'll try the bunkhouse." While he was inside, a fight started not far oil, and men raced to form a shouting circle around the combatants. Mr. Jenkins, returning, had news at last. "They say he went for I walk," he reported.

He looked to ward the yelling crowd. "Want to see that fight?" She shook her head. "I'm really awfully anxious to find Mr. Me Phail." "We'll catch him at his boat when he comes to bed." "Mightn't he be there now, please?" "Well, it's easy to find out." They drove out the long dock. Under floodlights, men were busy at the spot where the barge and crane had sunk.

Mr. Jenkins went down a ladder nailed against piles to the deck of what he said was McPhail's boat; but the cabin scuttle was padlocked, and he climbed the ladder again. "Nobody home," he reported. "But he'll be along. See here, if you don't want to mix with that crowd of drunks in town, let's wait on my boat till he comes." "Do you think he'll come here?" "He's bound to.

Either here or the hotel." "We might find him quicker, if hunting, mightn't we?" A group of men, singing as they came out along the dock from town, approached and saw Robin. Mr. Jenkins was on the other side of the car, hidden from them. They stopped beside the car and pressed near, and one of them demanded cheerfully of his companions: "Say, do you see what I see?" He spoke to Robin. "Kid, you've come to the right place.

You're going to have lots of friends here." Mr. Jenkins moved around In front of the car so that the headlights struck him fair. He said to this man: "Do I know you, buddy?" His tone was quiet enough, but the man stared at him and mumbled sudden apologies; and he and his companions went hurriedly away. Robin said in some surprise: "Why, they were afraid of you!" "1 told you I'd take care of you," said Mr. Jenkins.

"You're pretty enough to start a riot, you know. But you don't want to do that. We'll keep you out of sight. Come aboard my boat while we wait for him." In the end she consented. His boat proved to be almost luxurious.

He began to talk about the trip toward Labrador upon which he was about to start; said it was a pity she could not go along. "You'd be mightily interested, and you'd see a lot to paint, up that way." "I'm sure I would." "I wish there was some way we could manage it." He seemed to have a sudden inspiration. "See here, Marm Freel has been after me for a year, wanting to go up there. I go once a month, selling my line. She's Dad Freel's wife, sixty-odd, a good sport.

Suppose she came along? You and she could have the cabin here to yourselves. There's room for me forward." He said he was leaving Monday night. "You don't have to decide now," he added before she could speak. "We'll see Mrs. Freel tomorrow and talk it over, and if you like her, you might decide to come." "There's no harm in talking it over," she admitted, smiling a little.

"But I'm afraid I can't take the time. Who is Mrs. Freel?" "Dad Freel's the barber," he told her, and laughed. "Quite a character. "Do you suppose Mr.

McPhail has come?" They climbed to the dock level again; and she stayed by the car while he descended and went aboard McPhail's boat. The companion scuttle was open now; and Mr. Jenkins called, got no answer, looked up at her, and then descended into the cabin. As he did so, someone spoke at her elbow. "What's wanted here?" She turned and looked up into the ugliest countenance she had ever ter." She said hurriedly: "We want to see Mr.

McPhail! We're just trying to find him." The affrighting man peered at her. "Did ye ever dive off the White Queen's bow?" he asked thickly. "Eh, bad cess to ye!" He gripped her arm with one hand, jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the men busy above the wreck of barge and crane. "If it's Will McPhail ye're wanting to not want to see him. The diver's just got him loose yonder.

They'll be bringing him up now." Mr. Jenkins appeared beside them; he spoke quietly. "Hello, Pat." The big man turned. "Eh, Mr. Jenkins." He touched his forelock; but Robin saw that it was with respect, not fear.

"Where's McPhail?" Mr. Jenkins asked. "Yon?" "No, his brother." There was a wail of woe in the big man's tone. "Eh, the poor man has gone to walk the black hurt out of him." "Back tonight?" "Back Monday noon," he said. Mr.

Jenkins looked at Robin. "Miss Dale here wanted to see him." The ugly man looked down at Robin again; and he shook his head. "Let her not," he said grimly. "Let her keep herself hid from the eye of him. Let her keep herself away." He turned and stalked off along the pier; and Robin watched him, strangely shaken.

There was something mystic and uncanny about the man; an enigma in his tones, and an eerie wail of grief when he spoke of Angus McPhail. Mr. Jenkins, beside her, said: "Well, we're wasting time, then." "Who is that man?" no HE com IN The Ghetto In Warsaw By Toiha Bialer (WHU nidtl nmtmnt with Coltiefl Wiiklr) My husband, my son and I are the only pet-sons in America to have escaped from the ghetto set up by Germany in Warsaw. The amazing set of circumstances by which we escaped cannot be told, because it would mean death to all who aided us. Of those whom we left behind, I can say little.

This is the third winter they will have passed through, and how many will survive I cannot say. There can hardly be many left now of the 600,000 that were once there. who lived with them through dark who shared their bitter fate, humbly bear witness to their martyrdom. Anything I may say or write about it is in memory of those who died, a tribute to the courage and determination of those who are still living. I join with them in a prayer for a new world in which they will resume their place as free human beings.

Location of the Ghetto. The ghetto, as set up by the Nazis after they took possession of Warsaw, included the oldest and most deteriorated sections of the city, a district that had been an eyesore for years and should have been torn down long ago. It comprised many blocks completely destroyed by bombing, without a habitable building left standing. With intentional foresight, not one park, playground or public garden was included behind the high ghetto walls. There was no access to the river banks.

The modern Jewish hospital, the Liberal Jewish Synagogue and the Old People's Home were left outside. The Germans were set on our destruction. With cold logic they concluded (bat overcrowding, Inadequate bousing, malnutrition and redaction to subhuman standards would save them the trouble and MBmnnMlon required to massacre half a million people outright. Against this situation," the Jewish Council, a religious committee, took over the responsibility as best they could. The president was a Mr.

Czerniakow, a fine man. I say "was" advisedly, because a few weeks ago we learned that he committed suicide when the Germans directed him to draw up a list of 100,000 people for deportation. Business With Outside World. All business with the outside world had to be handled through the Commissar for Jews of the German government. I never saw him.

He was a remote personality, but his shadow fell deeply across our lives. A court building was the only place where our world mer the outside world. Here Jew and Christian were allowed to see each other for the last time. Here men terminated old partnerships started by fathers or grandfathers. Here husbands and wives met to say good-by, to see each other no more.

For the Nuremberg law has been applied in Poland, and marriages between Jews and non-Jews had to be dis- 'solved. I We had no electricity, no radios, no telephones, no musical instru- I ments, no street cars. The post of: flee would handle nothing but cards, and every card was exam- i ined by a German censor. Our official bread allowance was five pounds per month. One morning we woke up to find number of Jews lying dead in Kupiecka street.

They had been caught outside the wall, shot down, and then the bodies thrown into the ghetto. We never knew whether they had passes or not. The Germans never bothered about little technicalities, like that. For our own sake and that of our families, we were always terrified at any harm coming to our jailers. Day after day we saw friends and relatives murdered in retaliation for deeds in which they had no share, no knowledge.

On one occasion a Polish policeman had been killed while on duty. The Gestapo carried out an extensive search, in the course of which a building at 9 Nalweki street put up a stubborn resistance for several hours. When the defenders were finally overcome, 53 male inhabitants of that building were dragged out and shot. Early in 1042, batches of deportees from Germany began to arrive, five or six hundred at a time. After being despoiled of whatever they had, they would be moved on.

We were told they were to go to a "reservation" near Lublin. Actually, most of them left in charge of "Extermination Squads." According to the stories, these squads had several ways of disposing of their charges. One was to shut 50 or 60 of them up in a truck and then fill it with poison gas. Another was to leave them starving by the roadside. Or, simply machine-gun them.

RESTAURANT SCENE-IMS food quotas will be cut 50 per cent in the new rationing item.) good today? Waiter Do you mean things we've got or haven't got? you any cold cuts? we've got is cut, hot or cold. there a specialty of the house tonight? sir. It's our All Out Blueplate. i what is an All Out Blueplate? all out of most everything on it. Customer Suppose yon come back la a few minutes.

I'd like to go over the menu carefully. the uscf quite a long list of here. but we don't serve them. the Idea of put ting them on the menu? I suppose. of these things are marked with stars.

What does one star beside a dish mean? a i It means we ran out of that yesterday. What does two stars mean? Waiter Two stars mean that the OPA banned that dish this noon. the chances of getting these things with no stars beside 'em? see you have a choice of soups. choice; just a risk. We may have it and we may not.

Customer Is the tomato soup canned? Waiter should say If you want canned soup 15 cents EXTRA. is the fish today? is the only product we see enough of to know much about. It looks good. Customer I think I'd like some sardines. Waiter Don't be silly.

Where do you think you are, at the Customer Ma) be I'll jiut have vegetables. be. The vegetable lituation changes minute jo Customer your spinach canned? no. Wt can't afford canned I'm afraid you'll haie to latisfied with FRESH onetl well, I'll leave it all to you. Bring whatever you can spare.

you're talking sense. will you bring some catsup or chile sauce? YOU MEAN JOB WANT THE $3 DINNER! CHRONOLOGY OF FAMOUS HISTORICAL NUMBERS limit. acres and Teapot Dome. stock market tlpi with every lunoh. cars In every garage.

Five million 'share days. bankruptcies a week. hundred blue eagles per block. billion debt limit. 1935-Nine Old Men.

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They wouldn't let him smoke in the oxygen tent. WuhlnitM, O. 0. 'FLYING MINUTE MEN' (The brass ring, good for one free ride on the Washington Merry-Go- Round, Is awarded this week to the Civil Air Patrol.) This brass ring goes not to one man but to 68,000 men and women. They are members of the Civil Air patrol who have been fighting the war in little single-motor planes flying within the boundaries of the United States, and who carry the torch for the future of civil aviation in this country.

How long they will be allowed to carry that torch is the important question. At present they are orphans of the military responsibilities without military standing. They fight submarines, but they had to fight for weapons first. The army and WPB are slowly throttling them by refusing new equipment or repair parts. Thus in order to keep their gradually deteriorating machines going, the Civil Air patrol is almost certain to be by the army.

The army has been wanting to take over because civilian fliers in wartime are considered a nuisance by the justification in some cases. Youths and Fathers. But the owners of 25,000 private planes thought they had something to offer. The younger ones went into military service. Others, many being married men with families, organized the Civil Air patrol, which for more than a year has been flying the coastal waters and maintaining a courier service throughout the United States.

These are the "Flying Minute Men." At first their submarine patrol was merely a spotting job. If they spotted a submarine, they were supposed to radio a shore base and then hover around waiting for a bomber to come to the scene of action. But they had so many heartrending experiences, that they clamored for bombs of their own. They would dart low over the water, discover a submarine location, radio to a shore base, hold the contact, hover and then sometimes lose the prey because the army never came along. For months they called in vain for bombing equipment.

War department insisted that no civilians are allowed to carry weapons, and thus the Civil Air patrol should not be armed. The army would not even release life rafts, and as a result several CAP pilots have lost their lives on submarine patrol. Finally the restriction was waived, and today these little single-engine planes carry small bomb racks, bombs, and bomb sights. But they have not been allowed to reveal the success of their submarine patrol. War department calls it "military information," and insists that CAP shall say no more than that they have "attacked" indicating the Subs Sunk.

But we can reveal that submarines spotted by CAP observers have actually been sunk. The authority for this statement is Maj. Gen. Follett Bradley of the army air corps, who also emphasizes that these "Flying Minute Men" have provided their own planes, tools, radios, and other equipment. A year ago German submarines were sinking merchant ships within sight of the Atlantic coast.

This brazen activity ceased after establishment of the Civil Air patrol. The submarines were driven into deep waters, for the small planes, flying low and flying slowly, were able to do a better job of spotting than big patrol bombers which whizzed past the scene too rapidly for close observation. WHY THE JAPS KNOW Here is an excerpt from the interior department's annual 1941 report, which indicates why the Japs know so much about the Aleutian Islands: "The floating plant Kosei Maru, with auxiliary craft consisting of 9 trawlers, was engaged from May to August, 1940, in taking halibut and cod in Bering Sea about 100 northeast of the Pribilof Islands, with one additional trawler during the last week or two of the season. The vessel was reported to have left for Japan toward the end of August. "This is the eleventh consecutive year that Japanese floating plants have operated in these waters, the number of vessels having varied from one to four, with the usual complement of tenders." Note: Under international law it is impossible to prevent foreign fishermen from fishing in foreign waters.

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