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gAGE EIGHT—FHE MORNING AVALANCHE LUBBOCK MORNING AVALANCHE 'Starts 12ie O«y Oa TUe South Plains" Pupllsheu every morning esce&t Sunday antf Monday aud cou. soud/ited on Sunday morning only In the .Sunday Avalanche- Journal by toe fcvalanchi-Journal Puftllshlns Company Inc i211 Te»as Avenue, SUBSCRIPTIOS BATES Si sl * raonths "•"• tfar " " ODths Editor and PubUsner "^HOP 0 General^anis?^ ^ Cbas. W. Ratii». ManagjDg Editor It is not tltt intention to cast reflection upon the chtracur of anyont knowingly, ana If through error we should the management R-IU appreciate navtns our attention called to same "0° will gladiy correct any erroneous itutemem made An independent Democratic newspaper supporting ID Us editorial columns the principles which it Wllrves to De 'izht and opposing those question.- »hjcb It BsUeves to DC vroae re-ard- (lally .t P « ty " publlshlns AJEMBER OP TH2 ASSOCIATED PRE68 The Associated fress is exclusively entitled to the us SS %-5,5'SSrS'ufsS M « - Member at Associated Press Full Ltntd Wire OUR PLEDGE pledge ollegionce to the flog o f the United Mates of America, and to the Republic for We Face A Rubber Famine! IT ISN'T necessary to go beyond Lubbock i for the_ pi-oof that too manv motorists are ignoring realities. True, many are driving less. These are far-shighted. But many—too many—continue to drive as though replacements will be.awaking their convenience when present tires and tubes %vear out. They are difficult to understand. They know that tins nation faces, not a mere rubber shortage, but a rubber famine. I here will be no tires and tubes except for the most urgent civilian uses. It even may be necessary—though this seerns un- Jikely—to take from civilians the tires thev have. Yet people of this nation have been Sfrfc arel ^ Unt i. t0 chan £e driving habits. Perhaps they have the feeling that when the real pinch comes, some one will wave a magic wand and tires and tubes immediately will become plentiful. This notion is too ridiculous for comment. . Others wise-crack that it is their business if they choose to wear out their tires —that They are the ones who will do without when their present tires are gone Thev are the type of improvidents who are likelv to squawk loudest when - the times comes to do without. Of course, there will foe no sympathy for them. But any sort of ssquawkmg even theirs, is objectionable wnen complete national unity is desirable A strict revision of driving habits has more to commend it than the fact that it is far-sighted.for the individual concerned It is an act of far-sightedness for the nation. It is a practice of real patriotism. Adequate transportation for-the civilian population is going to be necessary if the wheels of war are to keep turning at maximum speed behind the lines. If the reckless use of automobile rubber now should result in a civilian transportation problem later, then it will slow the wheels back home. It will hamper the war effort. It will become a weak link in our chain. That must not happen. It must not be permitted to happen. Still another consideration is that if people as a whole do not restrict driving: habits voluntarily, the time must come when it will be done for them by compulsion. No one wants that to happen unless it becomes an obvious necessity. But if it does become necessary, most Americans will do more than endorse compulsion. I hey will insist upon it. Perhaps it might be wise if motorists could develop the habit of looking at their tires before they climb into their cars, and reminding themselves: "That's all there are; there won't be any more." It might cause many of them to dispense with unnecessary trips. It might prolon"- the time during which they will have the means of driving when driving is important. It might mean that the speed of the war wheels back home never will be slackened for lack of adequate civilian transportation. Short-$ighfed Mr. Heflin OTATE Legislator Jim Heflin of Houston V is quoted as saying he intends to abstain from liquors, "tailor-made" cigarets radio, barber shop shaves, shoe shines, soft ctnnks,_ electricity, long distance telephone calls, jewelry, candy, political contributions and all magazines except one each week so as to save for his income tax. If the plan is a good one for Heflin then it is good for everyone. But if everyone should adopt it, what would happen to the barbers, the shine boys, electrical plant workers, girls on long distance telephone switchboards and various others whose jobs depend upon the continuing market lor the commodities and services on Heflin's banned list? How could those people help keep the butcher, baker, etc., in business? How- could they pay the taxes that legislators spend so freely—from which legislators draw their pay? _ Widespread practice of the Heflin plan mignt mean Texas would have to dispense with legislators. Heflin surely would not want to inflict a tragedy like that upon people of Texas. The One Minnie Sermon Have mercy on me, O Gcd, according to Thy loving kindnefjs; according unto .the multitude of Thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.—Psalms 51; 1. I Texas, : WeJnesJoy, 11, 1942 Believe it Or Not -By Robert Ripley THE P)N JUMPS OVER N.Y ALLEY •CONNECTICUT Alley MANUEtA BAEZ THfc O.R& ALLEYS IN PORTCHESltR N.Y. AREPlViPED IS THE NAME OF THE EDITOR OFJTHE GJ.ADWIH RECORD, MICH.' BOWLING STAR MADE A SPARE x IN NEW YORK AND ANOTHER IN CONNECTICUT ANP CONNECTICUT •STATE LINE CARAAL01NI, Noted SOPRANO . HAS A PETGOOSETHAT BOWS-TALKS-KlSSES^PHUGS ALL ITEMS By ELEANOR ATTERBURY Chapter Nine First Kiss "In their cages, you m e a n," Sharon corrected him sharply. Look, Tom, women arent goods and chattels any more, remember. Or hadn't you learned about emancipation • and suffrage and all that?" Tom chuckled. "I'd like a close- up of you being a goods and chattel. Then, seriously, "Well, don't say I didn't warn you." "Warn me about what'* she challenged instantly. "About getting into a business where you don't belong." For the moment that she met his eyes in the half-light from a street lamp, Sharon was sure she was on the edge of something important. "I don't understand." "Maybe not," cryptically. "Let's hope so." And abruptly he flipped on the ignition, started the car. That opportunity was gone, she realized. She'd muffed it some- low. A leading question, a clever answer might have done the trick. They didn't speak again until he stopped the car at her door. "It's been fun," she began, trying to recapture the evening's lighter mood. "Thanks so much." Tom helped her out of the car, opened the door to the dun foyer "Fun isn't exactly the word for it," and looked down at her. A strange, grave - eyed Tom whose face suddenly held more than banter, more than good- natured raillery. He was, Sharon realized intuitively. He was going to kiss her. And the same moment, she realized she wanted him to. He held her close for a moment, h;s lips pressed firmly against tiers. And although his kiss demanded nothing, offered no more than tenderness, she felt herself yielding warm response, as if she were no stranger to his embrace. They were alone in all the world and nothing mattered save this sudden emotion that swept them both. Then, abruptly, he released her, shattered the mood of the past moment with a laughing, "Thanks, my sweet You sang nicely for your supper. Someday I'll buy you another. I'll be seeing you in my dreams. Bye, now." Mute, Sharon watched the door close behind him. Slowly her fingers touched her mouth, still warm from Tom's kiss. Then, amazed, she realized she was crying. He'd Kissed her — and Isughed! Blindly she stumbled into the elevator. How dared he? And why hadn't she been smart enough to know he was only mocking her. He hadn't forgot:en—not even for one moment— ;hat they were enemies. And, her humiliation churned hotly inside, she had fot gotten. So much for being a fool, she scored herself relentlessly. But next time, she voxved, if there was a next time—! When she got to the apartment, the telephone was ringing furiously. Sharon ran Jo answer. It was a police sergeant. Dennis had been arrested, was being held at the police station! Not Serious—This Time For a moment after she hung up, Sharon couldn't believe she bad heard correctly. There must be some mistake. Another Dennis Doyle. And yet there was that strange call Dennis' sudden need Tor twenty dollars, and then th«-,t horrible Mr, Gates' calling. Frantic. Sharon pieced all the scraps of the picture together. He was in trouble—in jail! And what, could she do? Call Mr. Goodwin, of course. ', He would know. Her trembling fingers whirled the dial. "I'll go right down, Sharon," Harvey Goodwin's voice came steadily over the wire when she'd blurted her message. Don't you worry about it. And—above all— don't mention it to our mutual iriend!" "To T —I mean —why would that matter?" "Just don't," . Goodwin said flatly. "I'll call you back when I have any news. You get some sleep, now." Sleep! With Dennis in jail! Accused of she didn't dare imagine what, crime. Dennis — her brother! She did change the blue dinner dress for a warm, cherry -red housecoat, and then went back to pacing the tiny living room. Surely Dennis couldn't be guilty of anything very seriously. Gambling, maybe, or even drunkenness. She'd tried so hard to warn him. If only, she buried her face m her --hands, he hadn't done anything for which he'd have to pay with his life! Oh, please God, not that, she whispered. It was an hour before Goodwin came. An hour so fraught with anxiety that when she finally heard his knock at the door, she flew to answer, flung herself, tear-blinded against his shoulder. "It's all right now, Sharon," he comforted her, holding her tight while she fought to control the sobs that wrenched her. "Everything's all right." When she could, she asked "Dennis? Is he—had he?" Goodwin released her gently smiled as he pulled out a handkerchief, blotted the tears that trailed down her cheeks.s "Dennis got into bad company and was hauled in for disturbing the peace. Nothing very serious this time. But the boy has some bad associates. He wasn't in very good shape to come home so I sent him back to my apartment for Pavlo to look after. He's in good hands now. I'll have him back on his job tomorrow." Sharon's gratitude surged into her throat until she could only smile tremulously, fight back tears. • "You take your responsibility to that young brother pretty seriously, don't you?" he said after a moment Sharon nodded. "He's all I have I love him dearly." "I can see that." Smiling, he drew her into his arms again. "He's a lucky lad." Something in his tone unfurled .-?. danger signal in the back of Sharon's mind. Looking up, she met his eyes, s&w there a new expression, a ne%v depth. And for the second time that evening, realized she was about to be kissed. Harvey Goodwin was really seeing her this time, and that awareness brought unreasonable little fears. Fears soon multiplied by the sudden fierce passion of his kiss. Crushing her lips against his, he held her tight in an embrace that brooked no struggle. Then, just as panic threatened to engulf her, he released her, apologized instantly. "Forgive me, Sharon. I didn't mean to frighten you." "You — didn't—" and tried not to tremble so. "You're so lovely —so alone—so very precious. I want to hold you, protect you, never let you go." Sharon heard him. but like words without melody, there was no accompanying thrill. She could only remember that she was alone, that it was after midnight, and that she was afraid of this new Harvey Goodwin. "You're tired now," as if he'd read her mind. "I'll see you in the morning. And—don't worry " She smiled gratefully. "I can never thank you enough for—" "I'm thanked already," and his glance touched her lips again "Good night, Sharon." Second Warning Like a sleep walker, Sharon went to her room, undressed, slipped in between the cool sheets. Was it only yesterday Harvey Goodwin had seemed inaccessible as a cloud? Was it within the last hour he had actually held her in his arms? One short day yet so packed with conflicting emotions that it seemed a lifetime. And everything so strange, so mixed-up. Tomorrow, maybe she could untangle her thoughts. Right now she didnt want to remember Tom's kiss that had thrilled when it shouldn't — and Harvey Goodwin's kiss- that had left swift, searing panic! But at the office in the morning, everything seemed perfectlv normal. There was her desk — and Tom's. The pile of morning mail, her notebook full of letters to be transcribed. In the garnish morning sunshine, last night's panic looked silly. Even when Mr. Goodwin finally arrived, it was, "Good morning, Sharon." "Good morning, Mr. Goodwin." "Come in, will you. I have some mail to answer." As always, he looked as if he'd stepped off a magazine cover And. with relief, Sharon saw'no trace of their last meeting in his matter-of-factness. "I want to talk to you first about that brother of yours," Goodwin said when the door was closed. She dropped quickly into a chair as if she knew she couldn't trust her knees. "Yes?" "He's young and very headstrong, I find- I had a long talk with him this morning. Has some prett.- violent ideas." Sharon nodded. "He's not yet nineteen, you know." "And not haooy in the work he's doing, either. , What would you say if I go him something else?" ([ "Oh, if you would—" "Good. I thought you'd approve. I took a chance that you would and sent him with a letter to a friend of mine, Dennis seemed enthusiastic about the idea, too" Sharon drev a long breath and felt an old burden slip from her shoulders. "I don't know why you are so kind to bother with us." Goodwin, one finger under her chin, tipped her face toward his "Don't you, Sharon?" Flushing, she tried to avoid the challenge in his dark eyes. Then, even .as he drew h°r into his arms, she knew that same feeling of panic. And the sure mastery of his kiss did nothing to allay that uneasiness. She was really ^\ad that someone knocked and almost immediately, upshed open the door. She only ust ii&d time to move out from Goodwin's arms when Torn blundered in. Aware of the tell-tale flush in her cheeks, Sharon dropped into a chair, began turning the leaves of her notebook busily. "Hello. Stafford," Goodwin greeted him easily. " "Good morning, sir," Tom said, ignoring the situation. "I've a report for you on the furnace deal. Thought you'd be interested to sec how it could be worked out" Then, as an afterthought, "Top 01 the morning, Miss Doyle," and grinned. "I -vcn't need you right now, (Continued on Comic Page) •Dial 4343 For'Th«" Avalanche-Journal''OfjFtc.et. The National Whirligig The News Behind The News * WASHINGTON By Ray Tucker WASHINGTON has become the gayest Capital ir m the world since .that grim Sunday in early December. The District of Columbia has not seeh fit to follow the precedent set 'by the 'White House when the. President and Mrs. Roosevelt • banned formal entertaining for the duration. Foreign dinlo- mats and officers rub their eyes when they enter the main office of the world's "arsenal of dp- mocracy. „ *; a £y . Brooke-Popham, wife of the deposed British air chieftain at Singapore, might have been describing the local social scene when she said that the Malayan citadel only a few days before the Japs swarmed in was a continuous round of "teas bridge, dnnking and dancing." One doubts that there was ever more, carnival-like atmosphere here .han prevails at the present moment. Formal so-- ciety throws mere breakfasts, lunches, receptions, dinners and dances than it did in peacetime. Tables for midday meato at hotels or restaurants must be engaged far in advance, with uniforms' adding brilliance, cocktail rooms and bars steam up Jong before the sun crosses the yardarm, or whatever it does as a signal that it is time to be joyful. A test blackout is hailed as excuse for a "party." A congressman from the Middle-West— his novel scheme has been forgotten in the swirl of light and serious events— recently proposed a curfew for government clerks so that they would not -drowse at their desks. He was a piker! If he got around a bit he. would realize that official and unofficial gayety has murdered sleep. * « * CLASH: The story of Philippine Artillerymen Bunker and Maury forms one of the minor sagas of the United States Army. And not the least heroic figures are the feminine members of the two families. Colonel Paul D. Bunker of Michigan is serving on the Island of Corregidor in Manial Harbor as a coast artilleryman. His son-in-law, Major Thompson B. Maury III, is on the staff of General King, who commands General MacArthur's field pieces. The only word heard from them in many weeks was the good news that the Tennessean was recently promoted from a captaincy to his present rank in reward for valiant and efficient service on Bataan. Mrs. Maury, who is the daughter of the late Rear! Admiral Behler, was evacuated from the Islands last fall when a clash with Japan appeared imminent. But instead of returning- to the mainland to wait and weep, she obtained a manual job at the Lockheed airplane plant in Los Angeies. She is serving her apprenticeship as a "spot welder" and when she has met the qualifications, she will become a full-fledged, operative and a member of the union. Meanwhile the colonel's lady keeps house for her daughter and takes care of the latter's four children on Van Ness Avenue there . * * * FINEST: No official speech in months provoked T UC *r Response as assistant War Secretary John J. McCloy's explanation of the Army's need for officers. From the demands for this "best seller- it appears that everybody yearns to wear a Sam Browns belt or its equivalent McCloy wasn't talking through his hat or indulging in come-on stuff. Chief of Staff Marshall^ Sr e , St to Pr ° blem ^ 1° lay his hands oh enough leaders to command his rapidly expanding n0t at the and the f nt geniUS - With the armg d forces for tripling or quadupling their present ab°a S t 0 n Very h bUek T^' g ° b Or ** mlSc a baton m his pack, sea bag or kit provided T£ r .<; 7ad ' write and think- straight Able louies," captains and majors are neculiarlv essential at this training time/ Whether they baYte m he Orient. Africa, Russia or on the Euronean continent, our soldiers will face toughened seasoned or scalm . But from all parts of the country letter* a r» certain movie stars and labor leader can be V? th < Wisa ft e NEW YORK Albert N. Leman ""' '. ho Un " ed Slates, rallied members prove unfit for this crisi^ if he retains them, he ,s letting down the American nation We sometimes berate the British for being hide bound and diehard. But they did not "estate aftlr Germany mvaded the Low Countries to hurl out the ••bus-missmg" leader, gratitude and hero worship did not prevent them the other day from com- peUing him to chop the dead branches from ? his We pat ourselves on the back because a factory U ^ d ,, baby " s rubber Panti« now balloons. Splendid. But the convt -' rsi °n we could make right now of our nv T 5 * the Pr ° CCSS and «"»** some . ' * g • °y ercatltit >us, overrated, cabinet *™ S mt ° prlvate ^izcns. Replace them with aggressive younger men with "blood-and-iron" spirit in tune with these times (Copyright, McC.lure Newspaper Syndicate) ^rn, val ," c of sleep is tnat u Provides a person with a vacation from himseif. If it weren't for these frequent vacations, a person would soon become bored to death with himself. , ' <V i hat . is so ^l y n^ded in this country is more honesty m politics." declares an editor. That's equivalent to saying that xvhat a fish needs is What does a katydid have that a butterfly GOGS not?"—Question in intelligence test Our answer: The fool notion that he can sing Side Glances—By Cialbraith "Oh, those sandbags! The children were playing bomb defense—but really you should be more alert in wartime I" Here And There In Texas By BHAGK CURRY Associated Press Staff Writer "UVARM work looms before thous- - 1 - ands of Texas city dwellers. Texas farmers — preparing to grovv' the largest crops in the state's history under the food-fof- freedom program — face a potentially serious labor shortage. -An acute farm labor problem is in prospect for 1943. Women, children and workers from displaced industries will be called upon to serve on Texas vital agricultural front if the state's agrarian population 1 is unable to plant, cultivate and harvest bumper crops anticipated for 1942 and 1943. _ It will all be done on a patriotic basis, .Department of Agriculture, officials say, as conscription of labor for farm work is not envisioned. _ Conceding that the draft and higher wages in defense industries have diminished the supply of farm labor, federal and state authorities are vigorously combat- ting the problem, though by no means agreeing on the imminency of an acute Texas farm labor shortage. J. H. Bond, director of- the United States Employment service for .Texas, says no critical shortage of labor is ' expected in this state in 1942. Next year 'may be another story. . * * * Service Is Expanded Pointing out that the employment service in Texas has expanded its fa'rm placement •service to include specialized farm placement men in- each of the 93 local employment offices, Bond urged farmers and farm workers to cooperate with these offices. "We can only do a . job of recruiting and distributing the farm labor supply if we have the full assistance of farmers and farm workers," Bond said. During }94i, employment service offices filled more than 529,000 farm jobs, Bond said. Representing a section of East Texas where a dearth of of farm labor already is reported, Rep. Lindley Beckworth, after conferences with Department of Agriculture officials, predicted the farm lar bor shortage may become serious during the coming season. The Department of Agriculture is concerned about the possible outcome of the shortage in the near future, Eeck- worth said, and particularly is worried about the trend in the farm labor supply. will find it increasingly more difficult in future months to harvest the increased crop quotas considered essential to vigorous prosecution of the United Nations war effort, Beckworfh said. To combat the problem before it reaches the crucial stage,' the De- partment of Agriculture has undertaken several positive steps to help farmers find workers, W. L. Rogers, a Texan who is now chief of the Division of Labor and Rural TnrhiKtrips in the department, informed Beckworth. " Among these steps, the United States Employment service is expanding its farm placement facilities to effect the best possible distribution of the farm labor available and the establishment of state and county labor subcommittees to help the service has been authorized. Project,directors have been directed to hasten return of WPA workers to private jobs and projects in rural areas are being closed down where necessary and feasible so that workers may return to farm labor. WPA and NYA workers and persons on local relief rolls have been registered with the employment service to be used as-farm labor where possible. Registries of high school and college students, CCC workers, women, urban xm- employed and other groups, available for temporary or year-round farm work, have been secured Rogers Informed ' Beckworth. Rogers advised also that agriculture would be given joint consideration with other defense in-' dustries as . plans are made to meet labor supply problems in the war economy. Selective service boards have been instructed to grant deferments to men found necessary in agriculture as in other occupations. . * ~ * A Smart Dog Pat, tiny bulldog, doesn't like skunks—nor their scent. And Pat's master, Rancher Richard K. Merrill, of Fort Davis, says he does a nice job - m keeping them from the • ranch. ' . . But when one docs venture on the properties, Merrill says Pat doesn't hesitate to attack. Then when the skunk is disposed of, Pat goes to a watering trough and washes his face and forepaws, Merrill vouches. * * * TDRANDISHING an airplane rivet ^ gun while her U. S. Army husband fights the Japs in the Far Pacific, a .small, blond woman hying m Dallas says Americans just don't seem to believe we are actually in a war, and not just a war-—but THE war! "It's not some serial they're hearing over the radio. A lot o£ other countries took the same attitude; they didn't wake up until too late. I know what I'm talking about because I have seen examples of the utter ruthlessnes and barbaric destruction of the Japanese, she says. Driving rivets viciously'into a sleek advanced training plane to punctuate her alarm against "complacency" and anger against ''those barbarians," Mrs. Francis Suave said she left Sumatra when the jJutch gave warning to leave Funny Business his way of doing hi, bit-we're keeping bees to help out m the sugar shortage!"