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THE MORNING, AVALANCHE OJBIBOCK MORNING AVALANCHE '-'/.';. "Starts The Day On Tbe South Plains" •utmstieo every morning except Sundaj ana Mona»s BOO con•d, on Sunday morning only m the Sunday Av»lanche- . oy the -Avalanche-Journal PuollshlnE Company Inc t Texas Avenue SUBSCRIPTION RATES "" "*"** C: Con ">"" t! ° 0 " . Chas. W. RalllJi, Managing Editor It Is oot the intention to cast reflection upcm (he chrtacttr oi anyone tnowmgly. ana U through error we should t"e man agemem will appr^.aie oanng our aitention caTea to ?,"i and u-il) gJadly carre.-t any erroneous «t !t ement made. Lubbock, Yexos, Friday. March 20, 1942* Believe if Or Not-By Robert Ripley An independent Democratic newspaper supporting m its ,-ditor iaj coliunns the principles «-|,ich Ic Of Jl??e" to . " right an os ' - e opposing those quotient w&'.ch it oelle--« to Duh " shln * the and rd MSifBER OP THE ASSOCIATED PRESfl " OUR PLEDGE pledge otlegiance to the flog o t the United which i eS ,^L^ riCQ \ (Qnd t0 the Re P ublic <or indivisib ' e ' with An Outrageous Situation! THURSDAY'S "editorial of the dav," with 1 none barred, deserved to be a brief As sociated Press news item from St. Louis. It wasn't written as an editorial. It was a very factual report of a very minor incident. ?ut it deepened the brand of Judas on selfish, contemptible little groups whose pretended patriotism has disappeared beneath the dollar marks they have burned into their shriveled souls. The item appeared in The Morning fjSf 11 ?^ 011 ^- 11 inside pa * e undei ' ^e smallest "headline type" the newspaper uses. Most appropriately, but purely by chance, it appeared directly beneath the scones telling of the flood of protests now engulfing official Washington against the bickerings and dawdlings which are hampering the war effort. We reproduce the Hem, word for word, as it appeared: . fh '^-^"o' 3 - Iarch 18> < AP >— ^ cost tne United Service Organizations $iOO to .get free music at a dance for the soldiers The money was paid to a "stand in" orchestra of 12 men after the AFL Federation of Musicians, Local No. 2, had refused otherwise to permit the apperance of a traveling 'name' band which donated its services free." . _If anything could be added to this item which might further nauseate patriotic people, we frankly don't know what it , might .be. . - - * * * EVERYONE who had anything to. do With A- 1 the dance contributed their services ..wholly, without .charge. .The band which actually provided the music— and its mem- u.ers belong to the musicians union, too _ did its part free. Yet the members of the St. Louis local, who didn't even pretend to • play a single note, collected all the money spent in connection with, the dance! The members of the St. Louis local _ and. their directors who tell them what they may or may not do — knew as well as everyone else that the boys for whom the dance was given are to-be sent, away — perhaps to die — before very long. And whether they die, or not, they a're going away to defend the principles of government under which such travesties as perpetrated by the St. Louis musicians local are permitted. Yet musicians of St. Louis Local No. 2 demanded and received pay for music they did not play so that boys offering their all to. .their country enjoy a few fleeting moments of pleasure. * * * . . WHEN things like this are . allowed to TT occur, is it to be wondered that the patience of really patriotic people has come to an end at last? Is it surprising that never in history has official- Washington been witness to a flood of protests like that which is engulfing it as the irate millions of the masses of real Americans are demanding more results and fewer excuses- in connection with the war effort? Is it surprising that the masses of Americans are so thoroughly fed up with the ridiculous, preposterous, outrageous demands of little groups that they now are telling — not asking — official Washington that it must no longer tolerate interruptions of or stoppages in the the war effort for any reason? Is" it surprising that the good which is in organized labor is threatened with a setback from which jt may not recover for years because of the bad for which it has provided, and is providing, a refuge? * * * INCIDENTALLY, have you added your 1 voice to the protests against the condition in national, affairs, in national labor policies, which permits things like the out T rage in St. Louis to occur? Have you added your bit to the avalanche which is overwhelming those who dawdle and bicker- in Washington while death and destruction sweep ever closer toward America? Have you sent the letter, card of tele- Tram to Senators Tom Connally and W. "<ee O'Daniel, and Rep. George Mahon, to ommeiid and encourage them as they eon- "nue the fight to remove obstructions and obstructionists from the war effort? If you haven't, let us suggest that the sooner you make this personal contribution to the effort, the more weight it will carry. <s HOTTER IN WINTER THAN IN SUMMER THE SUMS 3,000,OGGMiLt5 NEARER THE EARTH AND WfNTER AIR IS CLEARER- geCAUSETHEREARe FEWER HOURS Or SUNLIGHT EGGS UIO OM-THE pICKINSONFARM ; Carter S.D. r CANNOT 8E USED FOR HATCHING- 8 PUE TO THE ALKALI IN THAT IOCAUTV THE CHICKS WILL NOT GROW FEATH6RS biql 4343 For The Avolariche-Journo! Office* The National Whirligig The News Behind The News WASHINGTON By Ray Tucket /~\UR reverses on. land and sea have revealed ^ several United Nations' weaknesses \yhich privately have worried our Army-Navy experts. They are almost as menacing as our serious lack of ships. planes and guns. The problem involves naval and military personnel. The Allies' men aro still amateurs compared to the trained, seasoned veterans of the Axis. The latter have enjoyed laboratory preparation for blitzkrieg warfare in Spain, Europe, Africa and China. They have had time to master nesv weapons and strange tactics, to coordinate perfectly the various arms. Our boys are not yet professional soldwrs nor were they in the "early stages of our conflicts. - Only a few had ever fired a rifle until they, marched off to camp in October of 1940 with the first draft contingent. The same realistic considerations apply ito our sailors. The situation can be licked but it will take time. As the Java sea fight demonstrated, we are at another disadvantage. The. people and ships of four different nations made up our fleet T They had never worked or played . or maneuvered together. They had different types of vessels code systems,^ communication arrangements, strategical ideas, borne doubt is expressed here as to whether they were smartly handled. NEW YORK BREWER, PRANK A GALLON OF BEER EVERVPAY FOR BO YEARS / ITEMS v MIDGET HORSE INCHES HIGH-WEIGHT J50LB By ELEANOR ATTHRBURY CHAPTER 16 Temper Tom rolled down his sleeves pulled on his coat "You look exactly as if you thought I was about to crack you one over the head and pitch you down the cliff," he "aid smiling wryly. ' Sharon felt the last shred of fear fray loose and her temper took the bit. "Well; what other reason would you have for driving out to this God-forsaken place?" Spots of anger suddenly burned in Tom's lean cheeks. "Do you think I planned this deliberately?" he demanded, pointed at the wheels, hub deep in sand. "Well—did you?" "Please, lady, give me credit for more originality," he said scathingly.-"And even for love of you, my wild Irish rose, I wouldn't sink a perfectly good car in a sand dune. So you can take yourself out of the maiden-in-distress class right now and put a lid on that lively imagination of yours My intentions are unflatterinelv honorable!" "Good. I couldn't be sure " she snapped. "They were, I should say. Right now I'd like to turn you over mv knee." "Wei], don't try it." For a moment they glared- at each other as if word simply weren't in the language to express their fury. Then, suddenly, Tom's mouth quivered and ' laughter sprang into his eyes, burst from ins throat. "By George, you really were scared, weren't you?" he said when he could speak. "Look, here, Sharon," he went on more seriously. "I'm darned sorry this happened. I should hiive known better than to try an unused road. But I was curious about that cove and that dock, and I'd noticed this road from down below there. Really, I had no idea we'd get hung up iKe this. I'm sorry. Believe me." Sharon had to smile. What else could she do in the face of so sincere an apology? At least it sounded sincere. "That's a good sport," Tom approved as she shook the hand he proffered. "Now we've got some miles to valk so we'd better net going." It was hard walking until they got back onto the highway. Sharon's ankle ached naggingly and the thin-soled slippers gave her no protection against the sharp stones. "Maybe I should have made vc-.: wait in the car," Tom suggested once when she stumbled painfully. "Alaybe you shouldn't," she denied flatly. "I'm even more afraid of^ the dark than I am of you!" "To think a perfectly good Sunday ride should turn into a hitchhike," Tom muttered as they trudged along. "And—" she added, wincing as a svone stabbed her foot, "with more hike than hitch." "Yeah. The next time you have to walk back from a good buggy ride with me." he slid a grin toward her. "I hope you'll have better luck With your thumb.'* Only two cars had passed them since they'd reached the highway and both had ignored their frantic signalling. "Oh, well, it can't be so very far now," she said, hopefully. But it was endless. Every step Sharon was sure her feet wouldn't carry her one mile more, much less five! But somehow they did Tom suggested frequent stops to rest. He kept a steady stream of lively talk going all the .way as if he were trying hard to make up a little for all the discomfort he was causing her. . ,. . : .:. Ghost Ship She couldn't hela appreciating his consideration. Most any other man would -have been cursing himself into a rage and expecting her to jol?y him out of it- Tom put her down on a flat rock once, pulled off her slippers rubbed her aching feet. "You've got the prettiest ankles I ever saw. .."And .the_biggest blisters," she adde'd ruefully, wincing as he slipped her shoes back on. Tom laughed, then grasped her arm. "Look! A gas station! We're saved, woman." The attendant was just closing up and seemed willing enough to get a truck and a tow rooe Especially after Tom put a r.Osp bill into his hand! It was dark by the time they got back to the car. And Sharon, jounced and wind-whipped by the ride back in the truck's open-cab was grateful for Tom's'suggestion that she -spread the auto robe out on the point and take it easy until they were ready. Exhausted, Sharon dropped down on the robe, pillowed her head on her arm. Behind her she heard the two men tussling with the tow chain. Before her, the Pacific lay black and mysteriou<= its breakers pounding relentlessly at the shif below. A few stars were out, but there was no moon, -and until her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, the little cove which she knew lay directly at her feet, was only a pool of Styeian darkness. _ Then, gradually, she was able to discern the pier crossing the white sand like a black finger. Strange that anyone had bothered to repair that old boat landing. Or maybe it wasn't so strange in the light of her discovery v of the hidden cases m the cabin. Still, why would anyone intercept .that valuable cargo only to hide it in this useless spot? As she lay there mulling over her experience of the afternoon her eyes gradually seemed to play tricks on her. It looked exactly as if there were a boat in that tiny harbor below. A phantom ship, she assured herself not even bothering to move. The ghost of a rum runner or something. That's what fatigue will do with your senses *hc thought and closed her eyes sl'een- ily. In a moment, she opened them again. The ship was still there This time she was sure of it. Jerking erect, she strained her eye- to see tnrough the darkness. A boat all right moored to the end of that dock. Glancing over her shoulder she made sure that Tom did not notice as she Jumped up, walkin° out to the end of the point. There she could see the outlines of the ship jnorc plainly. A power cruiser it looked like. Not much bigger than Mr. Goodwin's Ladybird Long and trim—and completelv blacked out. Not even a starboard light. Then, even as she looked it began to move slowly away from the pier—still unliRhtcd! Faintly she caught the muffled sound of the engine. Fascinated and still not really =ure (hat she wasn't imaginin" what she saw. Sharon stood staring down at the wharf below quite unaware that Tom had drawn near, stood now just at her elbow. 'What arc you staring at?" he demanded. Startled, Sharon jumped. "Oh! Oh nothing. Just whatching the -y?., er ,' lts a gorgeous night, isn't n- And tinned toward him. hoping to divert his attention before ha saw that darkened bont slfp- S so silently out of the harbor 'The stars are so bright they look polished." More Delay Tom still scowled down at the cove. "That's funny. In the 'dark your eyes play tricks on you, don't they? For a minute, I thought I saw a boat down at that dock 1 ." "You are seeing things." Sharon's heart raced as turning, she led the way back to the car. Maybe it was the ghost of that rum runner we were talking about this afternoon." j( "Maybe," Tom agreed dryly. "And maybe it was a ship running without lights, too. There is something going on down there that isn't on the up-ahd-up." "Oh, silly. You've been reading too much war news." Tom's glance never left her' face. "Guess you're right. Let's get out .of here before we begin seeing were-wolves." The anxiety that skulked at the edges of her mind all the way home was no were-wolf. Tom had seen that ship, had realized, too, that she must have seen it, was deliberately denying it. And if there was anything significant about an unlighted boat tying up at a deserted dock, Tom would .appreciate it. Obviously, she knew, if had something to do with the stack of boxes in the cabin. Just what, she couldn't, be sure until she had talked to Mr. Goodwin. But that talk was a good two hours away—assuming she could get in touch with him the moment she got back to San Francisco. And in this man's war, a lot could happen in two hours! As Tom guided the car into the rising curves of the highway crossing the hills, Sharon unconsciously pushed on the floorboards. Tom, too, seemed in a hurry and once she nearly cried out as the big car skidded in the gravel as they took a curve. . "Driving too fast for you?" he asked and slowed down immediately. Then, abrutly. "Say we haven't had any dinner! No wonder I feel like a bear with a sore nose. How about you?" "I am hungry," Sharon admitted reluctantly, but they mustn't spare the time to stop anywhere "But we can wait until we get back to town. Besides, there is no place out here to—" "Sure there is," Tom contradicted her flatly. "Must be." , And of course there was. "Chicken and sweet potatoes. Southern Style" on a big neon sign just at the crossroad where they came in to the main highway. Although she begrudged every minute of the time wasted, Sharon couldn't help enjoying the chicken, the good coffee. Now, if it weren't for the nagging ache in her ankle, she really could face whatever lay ahead without blinking. Because something did lie ahead. She sensed it in Tom's absorption with his driving, with his own thoughts. Gone was the raillery, the good-nnlured banter. So engrossed was he that for miles they didn't speak. He was wondering about that boat, of course. Si.aron guessed. If only she'd been.smart enough to distract him in time. To Be Continued PARADES WILL, HELP WASHINGTON, March 19. (J) Strike up the band .' President Roosevelt would like to see a few more paradfjs and a few more bands playing, he told his pi-ess conference yesterday-. It is time to wave the flag, he added, anti get a lot of enthusiasm into our work. .., of Robert N - Guthrie by . s inside industrialists explodes a long smoldering scandal. He was cashiered because the trades objected to his orders curtailing their peace! w™ sW and converti "g their Plants- to making w-,,^ , antag ° ni7 -? d "> e electrical moguls because be wanted to stop the manufacture of their appliances -refrigerators, radios, vacuum cleaners, ironcra He -was removed from that division to textiles But on the same day the storm broke over his head ihM U f ' econ ° m!sis '"» another department reported that we made more than .10 million of those units last year. And it adds: "Neither the machinery the materials nor the necessary manpower can eventually be available for such output." Guthrie asked Ihe-duPonts to switch their full nylon capacity to military needs. Again he was balked although the parachute demands of our soldiers exceed existing supply of this product and silk He wanted carpet makers to turn to fabrication of cotton duck. Their representatives in WPB refused in bpite of the fact that Secretary Stimson's last order for the latter substance brought bids for only one-third of the amount required. _ He also tangled with the woolen boys at Washington. His suggestion for conservation provoked howls. But the problem in this line has become amazingly acute. In 1941 the United States produced only half the home apparel needs, and the •w r J"« S !u e alread y exceeds the domestic clip Whether the Japs and the shipping shortage will permit us to clothe our fighters through imports from Australia and South America is highly doubt. . l Every Guthrie proposal was backed by , , r and price specialists and by other federal planners, especially disinterested experts in . these fields. And in each instance his' schemes were stymied by $I-a-year men associated with the industries involved. The controversy represents only a new phase of the internal rows and up-above complacency which have handicapped the war effort from the start Prominent auto magnates in the family flatly refused to convert their factories early last year A steel man hopelessly underestimated the nation's capacity for producing that basic metal and was forced out by public protest. In operations involving , power,--.rubber, magnesium, copper, etc, interested persons persistently -fixed their sights too low with resulting scarcities for our soldiers and privations for the civilian populace. When a few observers hinted at or reported these conditions in the press, they were branded as alarmists. • Donald M. Nelson, War Production board chieftain, promised Congress that he would correct this situation. He agreed to strip $l-a-year men of administrative authority dealing with basic policies of their own business lines. He may have to do some explaining on Capitol Hill now. ^°^ QU ^ T ; Le ^ n Hellders °n fa emerging as one of the ablest and most influential officials at the capital. He has, precipitated another clash whose outcome may demonstrate .whether he is the growling top dog in the economic branch of the war- making establishment. The price administrator, took the lead in opposing congressional moves designed to boost farm levels. He fought openly with Secretary Wickard and finally won President Roosevelt to his side And it required pressure salesmanship to persuade the higherups to buck the powerful agricultural bloc. Now the man unofroid has taken on the labor lobby. He insists that a ceiling must be placed on wages in order to level off the present inflationary . To makers conquest complete, Leon was dispatched to South America to discover whether Henry A. Wallace's fine promises about rubber potentialities in that area will bear hard-boiled investigating. A suspicion exists here that the Economic Warfare General has been overoptismistic. ' NEW YORK By Albert N. Leman QHAREHOLDERS of Malayan tin mines and rub- KJ ber plantations have formed a committee— almost before the smoldering ruins of Singapore have cooled— to see.what compensation for their captured properties they can wring from the exchequer. tv-en Tories m parliament are furious at this attempted -gouge. For years white sahibs made enormous profits from coolie labor but they were too greedy to spend proper sums for defense although they knew Japan coveted their treasure lands. Now reports form both British and Dutch colonial sources hint that London and Washington "1"* tb«m down." e -. . .,1.1 WP™ v°^f n - SU fu 0£ , opini ? n amon S many leaders in New York is that we have muffed things badly This is a production and a military conflict yet we a* ™nttl" g U V^u? P ° litical can >Paign in which a sop is thrown to this pressure group and that sectional interest. The United Nations scattered and squandered their forces and sacrificed 200000 soldiers, vast materials, and numerous planes and ships trying to hold Hong Kong, Borneo" theStraHs Settlement, Sumatra, Java, Celebes, and other is^ lands If concentrated this array of military power could have stopped the Japs. But we tried to help everyone everywhere at once and so we lost all We did not go to- war to save Par Eastern 20- downs and grass huts. We fight because— after fumbling diplomacy outdistanced ta-dy p^ a "a lions-Tokyo stnick and Berlin and Rome gauged up -on us These New Yorkers feel that™ve ThouU earn our lesson, quit trying to defend eve™ Pacif c hey"?iirh S urt n th hereaaer bU " Ch ° Ur ^oTs whe e iney iviu hurt the enemy most. SKIPPER: Proud Germans' with good memories will not be overpleased to watch the Japf c^pTure thl kaiseT U b nd CaU V hC is ' ands once ^longed to ine kaiser. Under Nipponese control the- ocean gm jungles would flank the Antipodes and threaten our Sampan convoy route. The wildest ?aw™ In tne South Seas live here. Blackbirding " out "long pig" banquets The romr,,, (Copyright McClure Newspaper Syndicate) ™ntrf h f tiCU , Uurist says that in n few >- ea « three- pound tomatoes will be commonplace. Our next prudential campaign should be unusually di- verlins. •- J Side. Glances'—By'Galbraith "Oh, are you sure your husband lost $26 In the poker game last night? George told me everybody came out even!" Four Ex-Congressmen Have Federal Jobs Texans In Washington By L. T. EASLEY Associated Press Staff Writer TXfASHINGTON, Mar. 19 (iP) — V * Four former Texas congressmen now reside in the nation's capital, all holding down federal posts. One of the quartet may be back in Texas soon seeking a comeback to the national le°isla- ture. The. potential candidate for a return to Congress is Clyde L, Garrett of EasUand, defeated two years ago by Representative Sam Russell of Stephenville. v The other three former Texas "M.C.'s" are Judge Eugene Black,formerly of Clarksville, now on the Board of Tax Appeals; Judge Marvin Jones of the United States Court of Claims; Maury Maverick, who served as mayor of San Antonio since, representing Bexar county in Congress, and is now a War Production board executive. A fifth former Texas congressman, Morgan Sanders of Canton, came'up from home to help represent Texas interests before the House Ways and Means committee during consideration' "of the pending tax- bill. While in the House, the East Texan long served oh that committee and always bitterly fpugrlt any'move r to "nullify the rights of Texas as a community property state. The same issues are.involved in the current con gressional hearings. (Sanders was defeated by Representative Luidley Beckworth of Gilmer.) * * * Garrett Still "Thinking" As for the possible candidacy of former Cong ressman Garrett in the coming Democratic primaries, the genial middle aged West Texan has nothing definite to say. He does . acknowledge that he prqbably will go down to his old district — which extends westward from Mineral Wells out through Cisco and Abilene—sometime in the latter part of March.or early April. The incumbent Congressman Russell of the 12-county Seventeenth district unquestionably will be in seeking re•election for another, term. He came out ahead of Garrett in the "runoff" primary election during the last congressional race by a majority of about 3,200 votes; in the first primary, Garrett had a plurality of about 4,000 votes among a field of five candidates. Garrett's present. post is within the office of Secretary of Commerce Jesse Jones. His ' post, which has a fixed salary o£ S5.600 a year, was created to help business men from all over the nation coming here for defense contracts to establish contact with the proper federal officials. A former president of the Texas County Judges and Commis- . CLYDE GARHETT , -^ May Try It Again ; £Ji • sioners association, he came ; to Congress Jan. 3, 1937, when he defeated Tom Blanton for reelection. ; «''* * JUDGE ..BLACK, who .was de- V feated in 1928 by Representative Wright Patman of Texarkana as congressman from the First Texas district, was appointed during the Hoover administration to the Board-of Tax Appeals The post nays the same as that of a congressman, 510,000 annually. His present term on the board'ex- pures in 1944. Appointed originally to serve out a nortion of a term he was reappointed by President Roosevelt in 1932 for the full Y>. • year term. « • * * Jones Still Interested For two decades a representative of the Texas Panhandle, Judge Marvin Jones formerly of Amarillo, accepted his appointment by the. president to the court of claims two years ago and was succeeded by Gene Worley of Snamrock, now on active duty m the Navy as a lieutenant commander. The judgeship the ' former Texas congressman nolds is a life-time appointment and pays 312,500 yearly. Incidentally, Judge Jones frequently comes up from the court building 'down near the White House to spend a few hours with his former associates and is often seen wit'a -them on social occasions. Dur-£mg debate in the House on the*. Agriculture Department Ap(Continued on Com:.: Page>. Funny Business 'He's saving his hoofs—he gave his rear shoes to the scrap metal collection!"

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