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EtGHT—THE MORNING AVALANCHE Lubbock, Texas, Tuesday, March TO, T942 Die! 4343 For The Avalanche-Journal Officer ', I.UBBOCK MORNING AVALANCHE ..''.- -Starts Tb» D&j On Tte Soulb PlilnV PuDUstteo tftts morning except Sur.day Mid Monday tad con- solidatfc', oo Suuday morning only lit the Sunday Avalancbe- Journai by the Avalanche-Journal Publishing Company, Inc.. 1311 Texas Avemie. SUBSCRIPTION RATES By miill only: One year SS.95. six months J3.'I5, three months $3.00 and one month 70c. By carrier only: Per 'Month 16c; Combination Avalancho and Journal $1.25 per month. ~ CHAS. A. 00V as^CSm.PARKER P. FROOTV Editor and Publisher ^Ss^s*"^ General Manager Ctas. W. RatlUf, Managing Editor It Is not the Intecllon to cast reflection upon the character of anyone knowingly. »nd if through error we should, tbo man- agemem *"U1 appreciate having our attention called to tame and wil! gladly correct any erroneous statement made. An Independent Democratic newspaper supporting in Its editorial columns the prlncltjles which It believes to be right and opposing tbose questions which It believes to be wrong, regardless of party politics publishing the news fairly and Impartially at full times. MFMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRZSS The Associated (?r«« la exclusively entitled to the us* for publication of all newn dispatches credited to It, or not otherwise credited In this piper, jind also th« loca; newt published herein. Entered as Second-Claji Mall Matter at the Postoffics «t Lubbock, Texas, according to provisions ol the «.ct oi; Congress ol March 6. 1878. tad under the ruling of the Postmaster-Oenerul Believe It Or Not—By Robert Ripley Member of Associated Press Pull W lre serrice OUR PLEDGE \/B pledge allegiance to the flog of the United States of America, and to the Republic fur which it stands; One Nation, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all. No Time For Haggling W IM) J A MERICANS aren't likely to be patient if ri England is permitted to haggle over India's demands for dominion status. Many feel, in the first place, that India is asking no more than simple justice. In the second place, selfish delay is intolerable when the position of 400,000,000 people in the war hangs in the balance. In the third place, Americans regard this as a war for world liberation—not as one to help England keep 400,000,000 people in unwilling servitude. If dominion status will keep India loyal to the cause of the" United Nations, then they should insist that it be given—and at once. It's Time For A Clean-Up rpHE Memphis Commercial Appeal, one 1 of the truly great newspapers of the South, recently broke a policy of many years standing and used a letter from a reader as an editorial. Characterizing the letter as "a document every citizen of the United States should read and ponder," and calling attention to its "sheer forcefulness, the Commercial Appeal presented the communication as follows: "To The Commercial Appeal: "My only son was born while I was in France during the first World war. Today he is a member of the United States Marine corps. He sailed from California the first of January, and we have heard nothing from him since. We know he is somewhere in the Pacific. We are anxious about' him. Thousands of other parents are like us. "The President says we do not have enough ships to send supplies to our troops, and that we must build ships in a hurry. Even as he spoke several hundred shipbuilders refused to work on Washington's Birthday because they were not paid double time. "How can fathers and mothers of boys who are in the danger zone and who are being called upon to sacrifice their lives feel any 'surge* of unity when the President and the Congress permit a bunch of shipbuilders and munitions workers to quit when they get good and ready? "Do our boys at the front get 'overtime' and 'double time' in the fox holes_ of the Philip. pines?- Do our sons who are giving their lives to protect the jobs of these and others like them quit on holidays? Like hell they do! "One of my friends, who is a good mechanic, •with a_ family to support, went to get a job in a munitions plant. Every .day we hear on the radio and read in the newspapers that such men are needed to turn out munitions for our soldiers, sailors and marines. But this man was refused a job until he could get a union card. He could not get a union 'card because he did not have enough money to buy one. "Is it the idea of our government that it is more important to preserve labor unions than it is to preserve the American Union? Why can't a freeborn American citizen get a job in a plant where the government needs workers without having to pay tribute to a high- powered labor leader? "If our sons are Jo be drafted to give their : lives for their country, why should not Labor • and Capital be drafted to supply them with munitions of war? , Why should Congress, which has the power to make.laws, be so tender of the regard for laborers and management who work and prosper in safety while having an utter disregard for the lives of the boys at the front? "We don't like it, and \ve don't mind saying so right out loud. Maybe it is time we were electing some senators and congressmen who will crack down and compel Capital and Labor to get into this war. And, come to think of it, this is election year, and we might as well get busy while we have the time and opportunity." "JOHN C. SHEFFIELD." Helena, Ark. * » » HHHE Editor of The Morning Avalanche 1 for weeks and months has heard Lubbock and South Plains citizens vgicing the same sort of opinion as given by John C. Sheffield in his letter to the Memphis Commercial Appeal. We see similar opinions in "Letters-to- the-Editor" columns in newspapers from all parts of the country; and during a rather wide swing through the country as long ago as last October—prior to our entry into the shooting phase of the war—we heard people in all walks of life expressing identical views. It is high time, we believe, for the members of the Congress, for the President and for all other elected and appointed officials to take cognizance of .this situation and to clean up, once and for all. SOUTH AMERICAN BIRO TENNIS RACKETS AT THE HIS TA(L. 0V CONSTANTLY DRAWING THE QUILLS THRU H(S B£AK HENRY TUt/SA, OKLA, v'&UNDFROrtlNFANCV-CAN PLAY ALL BAND INSTRUMENTS WITH A REPERTOIRE OF 5000 SELECTIONS SIGNATURE OF LAUR6LBLANCHEBENT , Mass. &*( Rf^fHAT FELLED THE WOODCUTTER / ALBERT GOUCH, Prt>videno>,R.I. CHOPPED POWNATREEANP WASPiNNEP BENEATH VT FOR 4 PAYS AND4 NIGHTS-^ Y£TNEV&*.LOSTCONSCIOUSNESS EXPLANATION OF CAHTOON ALL ITEMS SELF-EXPLANATORY By ELEANOR ATTERBURY Chapter Eight Cryptic Message Then, one hand under oach elbow, Goodwin drew her closer, held her so that he looked deep into her eyes for a long, heart- stopping moment. "I think I've found a real treasure," he murmured. "I'm very fortunate." Her cheeks aflame, Sharon smiled up at him happily. Smiled until, in the next moment, she saw the Countess standing in the doorway behind him. "I'm so sorry to interrupt" Her voice was flute-like with sweetness. "I had no idea you were occupied, Harvey darling." "Come in, Edda. Sharon has just brought me good news." "How delightful. May I hear it too?" "The lost is found. Thanks to her." Turning to Sharon, the Countess's smile altered almost imperceptibly. "How clever of you to have found it so quickly. Thank you so much." "That was careless of you Edda," Mr. Goodwin reproved sharply. "Alter all, those codes are pretty important." "I know." The Countess sank gracefully into a deep chair. "You The close-knit unity essential to a suc-^ crcp ° c0KuC[ j c£t really shouldn't 'trust me with anything, I'm so terribly incom petent." About as incompetent as a Bor gia, Sharon amended silently, an as deadly. That enevelope had bee: bait for a trap of some kind. Sh was sure of that And only be cause she had come straight to Harvey Goodwin, had it failed to ensnare her. Just what the Countess had planned, she would probably never know. Nor why. Puzzled, and frightened now, too, she masked her swirling emotions behind a calm smile. "I came to tell your clever Miss Doyle that her handsome escort is looking for her," the Countess purred, clasping her lovely, heavily-ringed fingers behind her head. Sharon's glance fled to Goodwin's, met there an amused little grimace. "I was afraid of that. Shall we go?" His gesture included them both. The Countess closed her eyes wearily. "Be a dear and get me an aspirin. I've a ghastly headache. Miss Doyle will excuse you, won't she?" "Of course," Sharon said promptly and escaped, stinging under the Countess" obvious dismissal, i She'd have to carry more ammunition that.this, if she was to defend herself in this underclared war, she told herself hotly as she sped down the hall. The Countess wasn't firing any blank shots. And yet. Mr. Goodwin's remark came back to cqrnp.licate her thinking; he had said the Countess would be of great help to her! * At the arched doorway, she bumped squarely into Tom. "Hello! Going somewhere?" he said ancl stepped out of the shadow of the terrace door directly into her path. "No. I—I was looking for you." "And I was looking for your bag." Grinning, he drew it out of his pocket "Found it — right yes and yet more afraid not to, rie finally dared to look Up. For n instant he returned her glance, nailing steadily. Sharon's heart aced. Did he, too, know that she lad left this little bag in the guest oom, and that she knew postitive- y it had been there all the time? For a moment that seemed an eternity Tom'didn't answer. Fin- illy the laugh lines around his eyes deepened. "You're a sly one! Sending me chasing after your precious bag while you slip off for a tete-a-tete with our host!" Sharon flushed. "Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Goodwin just wanted me to see his—" "His etchings?" Tom suggested when she hesitated. 'His—his pictorial maps." she 'ibbed desperately clutching at a ,-ague impression of highly-colored maps decorating his study walls. Tom nodded. "I noticed them. Look like good imitations of the famous Covarubias maps f the Pacific area." "Yes, lovely aren't they?" And, anxious to get away from the subject, "Really, I'm just dying for a drink. Shall %ye—" "No you're riot," Tom denied flatly. "Another cocktail and you'd be forgetting I was here. Let's beat it. I'm tired of competing with Goodwin for your attention. Besides, I've got to have a .chance to tell you privately how much I like the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh." Sharon wrinkled 'the nose in And too wonderful an opportunity to creep into the confidence of this wily buffoon, Sharon question and decided that there was nothing in Tom's warm brown eyes to tell her more than that he liked her a lot and didn't suspect her of anything more deadly than a 'crush* on Harvey Goodwin. And that, she admitted with a little shrug, wasn't far wrong! "All right. I'll get my wrap." "It's in the guest room,"\ Tom called after her. "Not in Goodwin's study, remember!" Laughing, she returned to the pretty apricot and blue powder- room. There, face to face with herself in the mirror, she slipped into the gray fur wrap and shivered. That had been a close call. She wasn't positive yet that she hadn't roused Tom's suspicions. If she had, he'd be just clever enough to play dumb. Later, in the tiny elevator cage, plush-lined like a royal coach, Sharon tried once more to interpret the expression in Tom's eyes. Catching her at it, he nodded gravely. "Eyes are brown," he opened them wide, "height six feet two," and he stood very erect, "weight about one seventy," and patted his midriff. "I have no bad habits, I see my dentist twice a year, and—" He caught her eye and they both burst into laughter. "And are so charming it's a | wonder the girls don't fall for you in droves," Sharon finished. "Oh, they do. I beat 'em off with clubs." "Poor dear," and wondered how she would ever take him off guard, unprotected by this clowning he wore like an armor over hi? real thoughts. "Let's drive out to the beach and watch the moon come up," Vie about Dennis later. Right now, her job had priority. It was gorgeous out along the Marina. The.wind had swept the sky and polished the stars until the heavens were a jewelled canopy. And the waves lunged up on the beach, churning the surf to white fury. Tom stopped rue car. at a point overlooking the entrance to the harbor. Black waters, restless, spread from the calm bosom of the Bay out into the mighty swells of the ocean. "Now tell me all about yourself," he said and slipping his arm around her, drew her head against his shoulder. Automatically, Sharon stiffened. Ten, a quiet little smile curving her lips, she relaxed, her forehead against his cheek. "No, tell me about you first." "Nothing to tell. Been to a few schools. Learned a little about electricity. Got me a job." That sounded innocent enough, she scoffed silently. And sharpened her wits for the next try. "Got yourself a lot of buttery recommendations and 'cum laudes' and what not, too, if I remember reading your letters." He brushed that flattery aside with a laugh. "Sure. Just a potential Steinmetz, that's me. If I were really smart, I'd be able to figure out what goes in in that pretty head you've got." "Thanks, mister, for assuming something does go on!" He grinned. "You're all right, my sweet," . and looked down at her so long Sharon squirmed a little. "Look," he said finally, "do me a i'avor?" "Maybe. What?" "Quit your job at Sierra Steel tomorrow and go home and marry 'that nice boy that's waiting for you." Sharon laughed. "There's no nice boy waiting for me." "Well, go home anyway. Will The National Whirligig The News Behind The k News WASHINGTON By Ray Tucker A MERICAN businessmen and industrialists are ii getting a kick out of solving the new and strange- problems which the war effort Has heaped upon them. Recent canvasses of front offices and the shops reveal that while manufacturers are not precisely jubilant, about future economic prospects, the. excitement induces a certain exhilaration. Automobile magnates for instance report that they derive the ssme thrill from the conversion process that they obtain from a novel game. The enforced wreckage of their plants has snapped them out of the routine in which they moved for years at a monotonous gait. Younger executives have the feeling best described by the phrase "This is where I came in" for many of them began their careers during 1914-1917 days. The workmen likewise regard their contribution as a patriotic adventure and there are not so many demands for shorter hour?; and higher wages as the public believes. It is this zest which led President Roosevelt to forecast that a majority of the factories would be switched to production of arms in a far shorter period than had been anticipaated. Employers realize that hard times lie around the corner especially in the restoration era. But for the moment they are too occupied to worry.over the headaches in the offing. They share the belief that their system of private enterprise and profit will stand or fall by their present-day performances. If they do the job now, they figure they will have the right to expect a square deal from Uncle Sam. • * * CUNNING: No Japanese activity in the present conflict has attracted closer study by our naval and military tacticians than their marvelously efficient landing operations. The Germans have shown nothing that equals the acrobatics of the little yellow So-and-So's. And we must copy their methods when the day arrives for the United Nations to assume the offensive. The Nipponese have been practicing this difficult stunt at home and in China for many years. The first step consists of a detailed survey of the enemy beaches from the air and by secret agents. The attack is usually launched at high tide just before down and preferably on a rainy or stormy day. The ships involved establish a rendezvous near the objective between midnight and early morning. If there is no spot readily available for a meeting place, they assemble according to a prearranged and meticulously synchronized plan. The surprise element is all-important, and this necessity governs such considerations as the weather, the time of assault and the place it will be staged. In this respect the Mikado's forces have exhibited extraordinary shrewdness and cunning. It accounts for their steady series of successful hip- pity-hops from Formosa to Java. * * * DASHES: Japaanese infantrymen are effectively armed with hand grenades, automatic rifles and rations for five days so that they can hold ground seized pending arrival of mighty reinforcements. They are transferred from troop ships to landing barges a few hundred feet offshore under cover of a heavy barrage from planes and warships. Overwhelming superiority in fire strength is essential at this juncture. The craft which ferry the soldiers are about 50 feet long and each is equipped with a ramp at the bow to permit a tank or artillery to slide off. easily. They are powered with gasoline engines (some have Diesels), have a speed of-10 knots and will hold about 110 men. Smaller boats are used in shallower water. The invading party requires extreme mobility, hence members carrying nothing Side Glances—By Galbraith tOM. 1M2 BY N£A StRVJCE. INC. T. M. REC. U. S. FAT. Off "Last year he groused all over the place when he paid hi income tax—this year he paid four times as much on the same income and smiled." Here And There In Texas By RICHARD V/EST Associated Press Staff Writer pASTOR OIL — thtil an-i but food and weapons. For the necessary close liaison between ground and air, officers have portable radios and earphones which hang from their chests. Once ashore the attackers are directed and deployed by planes hovering ahove. A line of destroyers first dashes to within a mile of the beach and pumps a steady flow of shells into defense posts. The blazing turrets of cruisers or battleships four rriiles out provide more effective protection. Between these two rows of warships stand an aircraft carrier, possibly two, and f the transports which have brought the fighters and' the barges. The Japs wage war without any of the conveniences of home, and they pack 1,000 men into a vessel which would accommodate only about 400 or fewer of their western foes. * * # COMBAT: "Jimmie" Cromwell has filed suit against a radical publication in New York which indirectly accused the former minister to Canada of consorting with a "Cliveden Set" at the capital. He has been a frequent visitor at the home of a prominent dowager whose Sunday evening parties are among Washington's chief social attractions during the season. Although members of the Supreme court, the cabinet, Congress and the diplomatic corps attend these affairs, Cromwell is the only guest known to have brought action against his alleged libelers. He introduces a curious, topsy-turvy note by recalling that the same magazine once denounced him because while serving at Ottawa he urged that the United States fight alongside Great Britain. But that was in the spring of 1940, or more than a year before Hitler attacked Russia arid American Communists executed a clumsy flipflop Jimmie has accompanied his demand with the suggestion that Litvinov discontinue all pro-Moscow magazines for the duration of the war. The ex-diplomat has a hunch that they are doing Stalin more harm than good. stuff you ran from as a kid — may be the answer to the problem of a new money crop for hard-pressed Texas cbiloii farmers. Chemists have found that when watery particles of the oil are knocked out it becomes a valuable industrial oil that can be used in the making of paints, varnishes and lacquers. The Navy needs it for making water-proof paints and. for use in the recoil mechanism /of naval guns. . • ' . So Texas A. and M. college — fast turning • out soldiers for the battlefront— is also working feverishly oh the industrial front and the' castor bean is one of its projects. • » * * i Survey Is Made E. B. Reynolds, chief of the division of . agronomy, Texas Agricultural Experiment Station, and his aids experimented to see where the castor plant will btst grow in Texas. The conclusion: Better varieties will produce fairly good yields where cotton succeeds. Tests were made at College Station, Angleton, Beaumont, Iowa Park, Lubboek, Temple, Tyler and Weslaco. In" general, '- highest yields were obtained at Weslaco, Iowa Park arid Lubboek, ranging from 1,000 to nearly 1,400 pounds of seed an acre. Why the sudden emphasis on the castor bean? Because of the war. Disrupted commerce on the high seas has virtually cut off imports of tung oil from China. Tung — some of which is being grown in Texas arid other Gulf coast states — has been used for making paints and varnishes, for coating linoleum, as a base in printing inks. * * * ASTOR OIL — when water is knocked out — is a good sub- you?" cessful prosecution of the war will never* be fully realized as long as the majority of our peopJfe are forced to bend the knee to a highly organized and ruthlessly lead minority. We have the experience of France to chart our way in a direction the opposite of that traveled by the now luckless, subjugated, one-time ally of the democracies. Sharon '.ricci not to left her amazement show. "Found it — right—out on the—terrace?" "Yep. Hang onto it now," and he thrust it into her hand. "Thanks. I'd hate to have lost it. It was mother's. She gave it to me when I was sixteen." Chattering like a magpie and proving she was nervous, she flayed herself silently. Then, afraid to meet Tom's suggested as he put her into his big. comfortable car. "Oil, it's late and I'm exhausted," Sharon said and her thoughts flew on home ahead of her. Had Dennis gotten the nate? Had he needed her and been unable to locate her? "It isn't late and you're fresh as a daisy," Tom said, and calmly turned the car toward the beach. "Besides, it's too nice a night to go indoors yet." "Why?" "Because you don't belong here. I'd like to see you get out before it's too late." Sharon's lips tightened. "It seems to me you take very much for granted." "Maybe. But this tune I'm sure I'm right. I even asked Goodwin to fire you." "You didn't!" Sharon's temper went absolutely A. W. O. L. "If it's all the same to you. Tom Stafford," and she jerked- erect, "will you mind your business? I'm not going to quit my job tomorrow or the r ext day or the next. I like my job. I can do it well enough to pleasa Mr. Goodwin. So unless you tamper with it, I'm sticking!" "You're stuck, you mean." "Havf- it your own way. Now if you'll please take me home—" "Even your voice "crackles when you're mad, doesn't it?" he said, and she knew he was laughing at her. "You remind me of a canary mother had. She'd warble like a prima donna in full voice and then all of a sudden she'd fly into a rage and try to get out of her cage." "Really. Do go on."' "She got out finally. Wo found her on the sidewalk, dead.'' '•How tragic.'' Sharon mocked him, still seething. "Electrocuted by a high tension wire." Then, grinning at her so warmly her temper dissolved in spite of her. "Moral to that little tale is—pretty little warblers ought lo stay in their nests." To Be Continujd Incidentally ex-Ambassador Joseph E. Davis and Lord Halifax — supposedly a former member of the London appeasers' group — maintain that there never was a British "Cliveden Set." Davies" position has peculiar interest because, as our former representative at the Kremlin, he was bitterly critical of the Chamberlain ministry's unrealistic attitude toward the Soviet. More than most Americans, he had reason to study and combat the so- called pro-Hitlerites in England. NEW YORK By Albert N. Leman rpHE " reshuffling of the old cards in the recent -*- Army reorganization at least was a gesture in the right direction. But a checkup among leaders throughout the nation shows them growing increasingly impatient toward Washington. Why, they demand, is not the Navy department's bureaucracy junked along with square-riggers and birch- bark canoes and an efficient modern setup substituted? We find Secretary Knox bobbing up here and there at boat christenings when he should be at his desk — or maybe he is pf-so little use in the capital that he is sent scurrying around the country like a ubiuitous newsreel camera man. Launchings could be handled by famous retired admirals, too old for service but still eager to contribute s: part in the war effort. A fully competent secretary should find more important duties these days than watching champagne bottles crashed across bows. These disturbed critics admit that Knox is a fine feliow personaUy and when he was young he did a swell job as a Rough Rider, but he s- ; ilt thinks we can beat Admiral Nagano by * t hc» old-fashioned methods we used against down-at-the-heel Cervera back in 1898- Wc need more than new ships; we need new faces in Navy headquarters who will say like Farragut, "Damn the red tape, full steam ahead." "We must have civilian and service officials who will streamline the cumbersome, outmoded organization and thus prevent a continuous series of blunders, What further errors of carelessness and judgment can we stand? In this grim game of war, how many strikes can a bureau chief batter have on him be- fcre he is out? stitute. It produces a beautiful, wrinkled finish when allowed to dry alone without further treatment. It is particularly valuable for use on stove castings, radio cabinets and machinery castings. The castor plant has had an up•arid-down history. It'has been grown in this country more than 100 years but became an important commercial crop only in certain sections of Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri and Illinois from 1860 to 1900, Reyolds points out. After that the industry declined because large amounts were imported from India, China • and Brazil. During World War 1 the bean again came into prominence in re- I sppnse to the demand for more uitable lubricant for aircraft engines. After the war ended chem- cal research later solved the lub- ication problem. * * * Now World War II has given '.he oil another chance. "A woman who wears a strapless gown violates the law of decency," snorts a reformer. We don'' agree, but we do think she comes dangerously near to violating the law of gravity. "The world of today is unfit for babies," says a biologist. For all babies, that is, except tough babies. Early last year the U. S. Department of Agriculture, at the request of the National Defense council, started a campaign to increase seed stocks for, 1942. In this work, centered iu ' a group of blackland counties in the "vicinity of Dallas, the government assured growers a price of 3Vi cents a ^pound. But, Reynolds points out,' the industry still has several difficulties to overcome. In most of the, present varieties the seed pops out, shatters as it rnatures. This rnakes it necessary to harvest the seed by hand at frequent intervals to prevent some of its loss. .Concludes Reynolds: "Even if shattering does not. occurr. and one harvesting is sufficient, the matter of suitable machinery for harvesting and threshing 13 still to be • considered. "Further, there is not a ready market for the beans in Texas, although a few of the larger oil mills will buy seed to aid in developing the indus- - try. "If, however, there is sufficient demand for this crop, the problems encountered in tf> harvesting, threshing and.mar- ^* keting probably can be solved without much difficulty." * * £ A FTER three trial attempts, and the summoning of 1,000 jurors the L. C. Akens murder case is being transferred from Dallas to Waxahachie. . In that respect it parallels "another nearly 40 years ago. Akens, a negro janitor, was charged with fatally shooting Patrolman V. L. Morris with his own revolver. Witnesses said Akens attempted- 1 to brush past Mrs. Harris to enter a street car. Morris, a young policeman off duty, jerked Akens off the platform and drew his pistol. Akens took it away from him and fired, then fled to the 'nearest police station to surrender. At the first trial attempt, one of four jurors selected announced after a sleepless night that he was prejudiced against Akens. The jury was dismissed. At the second trial, defense attorneys demanded personal service on summons to prospective jurors. On the third attempt, Jan. 19, the jury had been completed when the father-in-law of a juror died and the jury was dismissed. District Attorney Dean Gauldin and District Judge Grover Adams believe that so much publicity'at- tached itself to the case that Akens should be tried in another area. Attorneys recalled a parallel in the trial of Burrell Dates, a negro who with two white men shot a grocer during a holdup here on Nov. 29, 1900. . , |" Eight years later, Gates waf hanged, but meanwhile his case made history. He was tried eight times before the conviction finally was sustained and he was sentenced to death. t Funny Business 'Keep away from the tent second from the end he's making himself a feather bed i"