Lubbock Morning Avalanche from Lubbock, Texas on March 21, 1942 · Page 4
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Lubbock, Texas
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Saturday, March 21, 1942
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EIGHT—THE MORNING AVALANCHE LUBBOCK MORNING AVALANCHE "Starts Tlj» D»y On rhe Soulb pjalns" morning exctpt Sunday and iSonday and con- infiay morning cnly in the Sunday Avalanche- AvsJanche-Journs) Publishlnz Company, Inc Chas. W. RatllM. Managing Editor Let Honest Labor Be Heard AS astonishing as any circumstance con fl nected with the storm now raging- abou labor ui the war effort is the fag that °h< £3Th ble 6lements in responsible organ ized labor ever would have allowed con ditions to reach their present state. Ao one has reasonable cause to doub the patriotism of the overwhelming mas labor Tr Ple Sffi i iated with oragniled labor. They are as devoted to their country as anyone. Many of them have sons Si the armed services. Some have nothing S +J an g ? d StarS and memories to re mind them of sons they once had IS or can there be honest question of the tremendous contribution that organized ?f VT ? ade t0 the American wlv of Me It has been one of the most important ?± rS H m , b T? mg about the American standard of living, which is the highest any nation m history has known vrf 80 *? i s j* range to the P° int of incredibility that the sort of men who are respon-* f? \ ^° rganiZed Iabor ' who today are .the backbone of organized labor, ever would have admitted to their ranks the relatively few malcontents and agitators responsible for most of the turmoil in the present emergency. It is difficult to understand how men and women who have had to fight BO hard for the things that organized labor has gained would continue to share membership with those that persist in demands so outrageous as to be apparent to any thinking person. '-«. ^ ecause of the unrestricted exercises of the few operating under the cloak of organized labor membership, all working people^ today are threatened with the loss of gains _ and privileges that represent years of tireless effort. There are demands today for the repeal of labor legislation •which would have come under fire had it not been for the few who have been willing, and still are willing, to paralyze the whole war effort to force acquiescence to demands for further fattening of pay envelopes that already are the fattest in history. If this legislation should be repealed no one knows whether it ever will be restored. When peace returns, those who might ask its restoration would be under the cloud of having failed their nation in its time of need. Organized labor could have forestalled all this if it had chosen to do so when the radical elements began their domination and domineering of labor policies. The present difficulties never would have risen had responsible people in organized labor asserted themselves. But, for reasons, difficult to understand, they failed to do so. Possibly it is not too late to act now if they should choose. But it is more possible that the harm has been done—harm from which the cause of the working man may not recover for many, many years. Those Dollar-A-Year Men I T is unfortunate when dollar-a-year men come under fire. True, when one falls under suspicion, whether justly or unjustly, there is nothing to do but to try to get to the bottom of the business. But it still is unfortunate for the nation : In the first place, because of the general inclination of people to confuse charges with proof; in the second place, because a charge against one dollar-a-year man is harmful in some degree to all such men. Of course it is true that occasional rascals get dollar-a-year jobs. That would be apt to happen in politics. It would be true of any considerable group of men chosen with necessary haste. But, when you hear criticisms of any dollar-a-year man, do this as a matter of simple justice: Base your judgment on proof, not upon charges; and remember that practically all the dollar-a-year men are serving in their jobs at tremendous personal sacrifices because they want to do what they can to help the country they love. Tfm One Minute Sermon . Thou shalt be perfect with the Lord thy God. For these nations, which thou shalt pessess, hearkened unto observers of times, and unto diviners; but as for thee, the Lord thy God hath not suffered thee so to do. Deuteronomy 18j 13 and 14. Believe It Or Not-By Robert Ripley faioc^ Texas, Sorurdoy, March 21, 1942 4343 For The Avalanche-Journal Office CAPTAIN , DUNCAN c. M C CALLUM PILOT LICENSE*!!) WITH AMERICAN AIRUNES I AIRSHIP* II FLIGHT* 7-II ON I |t« PAY OF THe I CARRIED II PASSENGERS HP 00 FT. ALTITUDE OVER BUFFALO-|| A.M, ARRIVED WINDSOR l:l|RM.' AUV MRS.FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT HELOSEAT*I| WHO ARE MORE CLOSELY RELATE!? MOTH6RAHO SOU OK SISTER MO BROTHER ? Aiswer Next Week cc. SIGNATURE op C.C. OVERBV Washington O.c O OATS "^gf^JVuv GREW FROM WOOL ON THE BACK, ALL ITEMS ^tEN° TAP °*™ 56 PILLARS OUDEYPORE, INDIA BUILT.TO COMMEMORATE SINGRAM SINGH M.W& c<t •=.,, . THEY """' ' 1 ' ° F By ELEANOR ATTERBURY Chapter 17 The Beans Are Spilled Sharon had every intention of staying on the alert, using evevy opportunity to probe Tom's thinK- ing during the drive home. But the drone of the motor, the hypnotism, of the good, warm food, of the white highway line unwinding steadily m front of them lulled her until she felt her eyelids closing in spite of her She was so utterly exhausted from the long walk from the excitement of the day's discoveries. And Tom's shoulder was so convenient, and comfortable. The next thing she knew, Tom was shaking her gently. "Wake up, sleepy head. You're home. Still drugged with sleep, Sharon yawned, rubbed her eyes. Tom laughed at her. "You look like a little kid with your cheeks all pink and your hair mussed up like that," he said, almost tenderly. "Well, I feel like a refugee," she muttered, trying to smooth the tangle of dark curls. Tom opened the car door and she stepped out, dropped with a little cry to a heap at his feet. Oh—my ankle hurts!" And this tune there was no faking it! Pain Janced up her leg and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Tom picked her up carefully carried her into the building, into the elevator. He still held her in his arms when Dennis • ans%verec the door. "Good night, sis, what's happened." "Sprained her ankle," Tom answered for her, laid her gently on the old sofa. "And then we had to walk from here to hell-and- gone to get help with the car. I should never have let her walk on it." Kneeling, Tom pulled oft her shoe. "Unfasten your stocking," he ordered calmly, "and—" he glanced at Dennis, thrust out his riand, "you're Dennis aren't you? I'm Tom Stafford." They Shook hands. "Glad to know you, Stafford." "Get some hot w a t e r and a bucket will you? We'll soak this foot" "I'm still here," Sharon said in a small voice. "I can still talk." "You're the patient, 1 Tom grinned. "You just do as you're told." She did, meekly. And the hot water did relieve the ache. And ater when Tom bound the swollen :oot expertly with long strips of bandage, 'it really felt almost all ~ight. "V7hcre did you learn to be so handy with a roll of bandage?" she asked him. "Ever been a Boy Scout?" "Weil, not lately," she laughed. 'Dennis has, though." "Sure." Dennis nodded. "I earned to cook, too. Suppose I build us all a cup of Java and scramble an egg I don't know about you to, but I'm definitely mdernourished." He winked at Stafford- "If my sister would ever stay home long enough to cook me a decent meal—" "You wouldn't be home to eat it, Sharon finished. "What time did you get through work today""' "Just about an hour ago." Denlis unfolded a card table, went out to the kitchen for the coffee pot and the toaster, plugged them Rio the lamp socket "We'll serve this 'boo-fay\ pals." he said and stacked a pile of sliced bread in he center of the table.- "You are official toastmaker, Stafford." "Good. I was hoping I was incited to stay." He pulled a chair up to the table. "I'd begun to rank I never would meet 'my mother Dennis.' Thought maybe you were just a handy device for breaking dates." "Don't mind him, Dennis" Sharon explained. "He's a spoiled child who thinks everyone wants to play in his back yard." Dennis Talks . "Well — don't you?" Dennie teased and grinned at Tom like a fellow conspirator. ' "But say our own back yard is going to look pretty fancy when I get through clocking up a little more overtime Every minute since five o'clock today double pay And a neat little bonus if we get the loot all out of the boxcars by tomorrow night. " "Loot?" Sharon echoed, puzzled. "Wheat—lovely fat bags of golden Montana wheat—all headed lor the war countries but setting down on our wharf right now waiting for a boat." 'How much, of a cargo is it?" Tom asked quietly and his very casualness set of fan alarm in Sharon's mind. "About 20,000 tons. And worth, a neat little $800,000 or better Nobody's supposed to know what it is or where it's going, of course bo, keep it under 'your hats." Then above the clatter of frying pans S t™,«r he kitchen - he shouted back; Want your eggs scrambled or sunnyside up?" "Scrambled," Sharon ordered hers and wished that didn't apply to her thoughts, too! Something about Dennis' 'marvelous' set-up dindt sound convincing. More than that, if anything he knew was to be 'kept under a hat" then Toni was the last person in the world to hear it! "They are scared pink of saboteurs or fifth columnists or just plain cranks down there at th» warehouse right now," Dennis rattled on as he dumped the platter of eggs onto the table, pulled up his chair. And, before Sharon could stop him, "They've got enough guns planted around that place to take on a battalion of Japs. Looks like a young arsenal. Guess they'd get plenty tough with anyone who tried to monkey around that wheat." "Dennis, how long has this coffee been boiling? It's like lye," Sharon put in, frantically trying to stem the tide of information Dennis was pouring, so unknowingly, directly into enemy ears Why hadn't she confided in Dennis, warned him in time! "Has anyone tried to 'monkey around' it?" Tom drew him on skillfully. "Not since I've been there, but the boss says we can expect trouble any time." Sharon grasped the coffee pot. 'In the absence of anything el*e —more, Tom?" " ' Absently, he pushed his cup toward her. "When do they expect to ship the wheat?" Deliberately- Sharon poured some of the scalding coffee onto the table. "Oh, mercy. Look what I've done. Get up quick, Tom. Before it spills onto your clothes." "No harm done." Dennis grabbed a dishtowel, mopped up the brown flood. "There's a freighter coming in any day now. Ptoba^y one of the British boats up in the ship yards for repairs right now, is my guess They rlon't tell us anything, of course. Everything is strictly on the q. t. But of course a guy's got eyes and ears You pick up plenty around a spot like that." "I guess you do all right," Tom nodded, pulled out a pipe, filied it deliberately. "I suppose they tr.y ;o keep it pretty quiet when a big loaa of stuff like that is going out of the harbor, too, don't they?" Pumping Dennis "Sure," Dennis agreed. "No use having it known it would make a good target for a torpedo. Most of the time we don't know ourselves when a boat's going to pull out. We can usually tell, though They pass out the big guns and tell us to run off anybody that looks suspicious. Then they turn off the lights and out she goes." Tom scowled "Isn't that against the law—no lights, I mean." Dennis shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm sure I don't know and ] don't ask questions. Not any more. First couple of days. I went around asking everybody I saw what was what Nobody would tell me anything except to shut up So—I shut up." "How many boats have left since you have been w o r k i n e there?" "Oh, just two. Couple of little ones. Just small stuff for down the coast." "Any idea what the cargo was? Dennis shook his head, helped himself to more coffee and toast. "Nope. Packed in cases, that was. Heavier than lead weights. But I would-i't know what it was." Once again, Sharon tried to di vert the conversation. "Dennis if you don't stop drinking that coffee you'll never sleep tonight " "Sure I will" He reached "for the sugar. "Take more than ; little Java to keep me awake to night. Boy, I'm tired. And lookb like tomorrow would be good for more overtime too." So alarmed she couldn't swallow the coffee she .was pretending to drink, Sharon jumped up from the table, began clearing the dishes "Then it's time you were in bed right now. Anyway, it's after midnight and Tom has a job to get up for tomorrow, too," she rattled on. "Or at least, he goes through the motions of holding down job." "That was unkind," Tom said gravely. "I'm hard-working, conscientious, deserving — and you should have more respect for me." "I know you too well," she flipped. "Now go on home." Tom heaved himself out of the big chair almost reluctantly "How's the ankle?" "Oh just fine, thanks." That was an exaggeration but at least it would forestall any further questions. "Better keep off of it as much as possible. Thanks for the food " "Thank you for the ride," she said, hoping her voice sounded natural. "See you tomorrow " "Right," Tom picked up his hat. "Glad to have met you Doyie. Goodnight" Then; glancing from one to the other, 5'And— look where you're going, you two!" "You bet. Don't take any wooden nickels yourself." Dennis called after him as he went down the hail. Weak, Sharon collapsed on the sofa. Look where you arc going! As if she hadn't tried to! And as if she hadn't stumbled with every step, too! How could anyone see far enough ahead to take the right step? How did you know when to keep secrets, w h e n to divulge them, she wondered wearily. When could you trust people and" when must you guard against them with every word you uttered? ' To be continued Most famous of diamonds, the historic Koh-i-noor, has been reduced from 793 carats to 106 carats and has a current value today of about $600,000, The National Whirligig The News Behind The News • WASHINGTON By Ray Tucker A MERICA'S output of arms for 1942's first quarter, especially planes and ships, will offer high consolation for the Java Sea and Pearl Harbor disasters. Management and labor have responded boomingly m bitter reaction to enemy successes. Production of war stuff has stepped up sharply. Although numerous industries, notably automobiles began to close down during the conversion period, the over-all total of manufactures increased. The reason for this significant and unexpected phenomenon was the accelerated activity in the munitions plants. The index figure moved two points skyward in February alone. The number of combat aircraft rolling off the lines, particularly big bombers, was so large that the censor should break down the sums and flash the news to Hitler and Hirohito with a postcard for Benito. The money actually paid out for deliveries of fighting material was two billion, 300 million in a 28-day month or approximately 26 billion dollars oft a yearly basis. The amount must reach five billion monthly to meet *Yrr s g , Wlth cha ngeovers almost completed, that peak should be in sight by early summer. Supply bottlenecks remain to be broken however. Certain tank and aviation centers and shipyards are operating below capacity for want of parts, especially semi-finished steel. Faster action by the WPB in Washington will fill these demands, according to the soldiers in overalls. * * » MODELS: Giant air transports capable of carrying tank, plane and big gun parts may be Uncle Sam's answer to the Axis attempt to blockade equipment destined for the vast armies in Russia, China, India and the Middle East. The challenge of enemy sea power on the surface and beneath the waves may force this radical revolution in the science of logistics. We have already resorted to this method in moving material to the British and our own forces in Libya, Egypt and beyond. But development of aerial conveyance on the grand scale has been proposed to lend-lease administrators by an Oriental Chiang Kai-shek. When the Burma road was first threatened, he flew to Delhi. He propagandized for native independence and he also sought permission to open new life lines through Indian territory. He obtained it but his engineers advised him that to build these links would take two years. After further study, his experts reported that 100 carrier Planes could fly in as much freight as all the trucks zigzagging along the Burma route. He laid the problem before our people and 25 units may be forthcoming. A similar solution would meet situations confronting the democracies seeking to supply Moscow and Cairo in anticipation of Hitler's "summer offensive" in either area. _ Principal difficulty lies in manufacturing sufficient quantities of this type. We have produced several models, but they have not been turned out in volume. Only alternatives may be: (1) To swing into making this kind of ship or (2) to strip down our civilian traffic lines. * * * BOOM: Official complacency and selfish squabbles among the private interests involved are basically responsible for the acute rubber shortage. Here is the inside story for the benefit of those who may soon be walking or bicycling to shops or offices: For years our government and the industry warned each other and everybody else of the danger in event of war. Discussions of preparations were secret for fear of-offending Tokyo. There was a volcano of talk but. no action until we swapped 600 thousand bales of cotton with England for 85,000 tons of the product on which our economy rides. But that amount was nothing compared with a 1941 consumption of 800,000 tons. Then began negotiations for outright purchases carried on by ordinary buyers and sellers. The Americans, the Dutch and the British haggled like peddlers, .oblivious to Far Eastern clouds. Each wrangled for the best dicker possible. The.foreign planter interests fought to the last farthing for a high price. Our traders sought to save the final fraction of cost for home manufacturers. When they eventually ar-ived at an agreement, it was too late. There was no shippin to haul the cargo. • Plans for synthetic production v.vre advanced at cabinet meetings as early as June, 1940. Again there was conversation but no decision. London pooh-poohed the thought that Singapore would fall and the sea lanes be blocked. Our naval experts concurred Low tariffs here feared a domestic boom would imperil 'their trade treaties. There was delay and indifference—again. So now we are riding on the rim or learning to use our legs a gai n. * * * . _ . STRUGGLE: President Roosevelt has persistently closed his door to all visitors save Army and Navy chieftains since the crisis in the Far East assumed threatening proportions. Politicians, congressmen, industralists and New Dealers who like to run to him with their troubles—and once did—are miffed But the \var now absorbs almost all of the Chief Executive's time. NEW YORK By Albert N. Leman HE trouncing we received in the Java Sea was "what we were asking for," according to naval strategists here. It happened because we are frittering away our troops, planes, and ships as reinforcements and replacements on scores of lagoons and rice paddies under Dutch and British chiefs General Pershing stubbornly resisted Lloyd George and Clemenceau.when they tried to persuade us to split up the AEF in '17. But now we have turned our armed forces into a cafeteria from which any partner nation can pick out whatever boat or battalion it wants. Our lads are under foreign to commanders in India, Burma, China, Africa, Northern Ireland and even in Iceland. To save the ruffled pride of the Dutch, we yanked out Hart and handed our vessels over M Helfrich, as rash as he is brave. Now they are sunk and their crews drowned. If another Foch should appear we might still entrust all to nun but so far no Allied general now over our men .can hold a candle to our own MacArthur TTnul 1 ^ 5 ™ °* this policy is not aim ' ed at the United Nations' over-all strategical plan nor does e £ We run out on our share of the fighting nH ^ e - reV *l rSe - . J ? Stead of lend-leasing our boys and mixing them into a polyglot mob with different signals, tactics, weapons, and tongues, we could £I f homogeneous organization under our own with ?he «S? mP? f d ^ 3ble t0 tackle the A** Mtfanai A S * a £ d punch shown b y a distinct national Army and Navy in^ the First World War. CARBON: The report of the United States Steel corporation gives an inkling of both the might and the weakness of America. The company poured out 20 million tons of finished metal—an all-time C ™nTA b A Ut , U lost throu § h strikes the equivalent 300.000 tons of completed product, five million tons of coal and 19 days of ship construction—especially serious since the lives of our overseas soicners and satlors depend upon vessels The officials warn that the threatened lack of scran foreshadows decreased output A checkup from other national sources shows that we had a known capacity of 61 million tons of steel at the close of the-First World War. Now our potential limit is over 83 million. In the last two years we have increased our tonnage margin by nearly seven millions—our advance alone is as great as Japans total production. But we fell under the possible mark through labor rows, shortages m coke and scrap, and difficulties in securing srompt deliveries of vital materials used in the m S^ «° n in < d ?^ ry is bein S strained to make up for metal; its commodity is not so good as the junkyard mixture but it can be used After a two-year study engineers have set up a standard U S«n ft8 I-?r noys and " carbon steefs to repllce vailed d ' ffcrcnt Combinations which former? -Copyright McCIure Newspaper Syndicate) Side Glances---By Galbraith COPR. ma SY KEA SERVICE, inc. T. M. SEP. u. s. PAT. OFF Remember me? I'm the man below you, but I'm a defense warden now—so unless you pipe-down on your noisy party I'll call a little air raid drill I" Here And There In Texas (EDITOR'S NOTE: Tae accompanj-ins article Is the last one written for Associated Trtss by Howard Marshall, former cbief «f the A. P.'s Austin bureau, who recently died. It reveals, as did M his work, meticulous attention to accuracy and detail in the handling of a. difficult subject). By HOWARD MARSHALL Associated Ptess Staff Writer TpTAT'S all the shooting about '* in the great Texas rubber hunt? When do we get the tires? This seems to be the -slant the minds of many Texans are taking as newspapers print story after story concerning efforts to make synthetic rubber out of natural gas. If John Q. Public has been confused, it is small wonder. There have been stories of a remarkable new process discovered at the University of Texas, denials that said process is either remarkable or new. accounts of men active in politics scurrying hither and thither, reports of conferences among bankers and electricity tycoons, announcement of a state appropriation of $20,000, which to the average consumer sounds like considerable money. The confusion possibly has resulted chiefly from the facts that science, national defense and politics have been ' involved, and that the story first broke under unusual circumstances. _ A fundamental to remember in examining the picture, is that the whole thing is fraught with "ifs" and "provisos." It is all experimental, exploratory. * * * Rome Not Built In Day It might be remembered also that over the world scientists are trying to find a cure for cancer and the common cold. For a thousand years people- have sought to turn baser metals into gold. At the outset, it should be ' pointed out that there are many known ways to make synthetic rubber, but makin" :t cheaply enough in sufficient quantities and of a quality for commercial use have been factors hindering development of a' large synthetic rubber industry. .. T J na s long been known that rubber can be made from acetylene liquid, which is produced from acetylene gas, and it is so made. There also have been various processes determined for producing acetylene from crude oil, natural gas, coal and other substances * * * VTOW, about two -years ago the ^-/.Publicity department of the University of Texas splurged a story that Dr. E. P. Schochrhead ° f , 'k Bureau of Industrial Chemistry, had discovered a new Little more was heard on the subject until early last January when Senator W. Lee O'Daniel one morning telephoned Governor Coke R. Stevenson from Fort Worth. O'Daniel told Stevenson he had learned o_f experiments by Schoch which might prove helpful in the rubber emergency and suggested a conference to investigate. The conference was held in the governor's office next day with Stevenson, O'Daniel, Schoch and others present. In substance, it was brought out that detailed experiments on the Schoch process would necessitate the university or someone spending a ' little money, and Steven-son said he though the state would be justified in pro- vi #u g same> after investigation. The governor then informed capjtol correspondents what had happened and requested that they print nothing immediately because the university was trying to- patent Schoch's process. The correspondents agreed. • But -next morning the story had been told by O'Daniel. In San Antonio he announced the university had perfected 'a new process for making rubber. * * * Schoch Won't Talk .Came a story from Wash- mgton that Dr. Homer P. -Rainey, president of the uni-- versity, was there and was interested in obtaining rubber plants in Texas. Secretary of Commerce Jesse Jones made a few remarks. The nation pricked up its ears. Then another scientist at the University, Dr. C. R. Johnson, branded as "bunk 1 ' the announcement of a university process for making synthetic rubber from natural gas. The announcement U'as a cheap attempt to obtain publicity," he declared. .Difficulty in clearing the air was experienced because Schoch-wouldn't talk. Action, not talk, was needed the gray-haired chemist said. The vice-president of the school stated in Rainey's ab- sense there positively was no • university rubber process Ramey had gone to the national capital on other business. He merely had read O Daniels statement on a ^ ln , e/ 1 ' route, and when asked by a reporter if ,he would like to see rubber plants bloom in Texas where none had done so before, had replied affirmatively. The snowball began to melt, out the -fundamentals remained, if somewhat clouded in mystery. * * * QCHOCH did have a process for ^making acetylene, the nation certainly needed rubber, and the lntereste( l m financing expenmentation if it a ' S , Jf the experimenters get somewhere and the money would not be chunked As disclosed, the process was Funny Business "He's taking his noon-day siesta!"

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