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Show Thursday, November BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER, TREMONTON, UTAH Page Two BEAR RIVER VALLEY LEADER Pubiished at Tremonton. Utah, on Thursday ARMISTICE DAY 1944 - By First West Street iv, ly evenly distributed throughout j mumps, 20; pneumonia, l; SCif fever, 9; pulmonary tubercu; the state. ' Six cases of malaria fever were 2; undulant fever, 1; whoc cough, 12; gonorrhea, 19; syps reported from army hospitals. The number of cases of measles 17; malaria fever, 6; and iu'tcU and scarlet fever continues to be jaundice, 1. The following counties r?por very low. no diseases: Box Elder, Duehea The resident and totals for the week were as follows: Emery, Garfield, Juab, Kane u, chickenpox, 85; poliomyelitis, 1; gun, Piute, Rich, Sevier, SuaJ. aALUiig wi OdlQ Y&" measles, 11; German measles, 2; it ooaiuu, collier i af Each Week for Friday Distribution 9 Phone 23 non-reside- nt Entered at the Post Office at Tremonton, Utah, as Second Class Matter October 15, 1925 A. yj. RYTTING, Editor-Publish- er SUBSCRIPTION RATES (In Advance) SOLDIER RATES ONE YEAR - $2.50 Erniv Pvlvs Slant on the War: $1.75 1944 HOW MUCH IS A BILLION? Ask yourself this simple question, "Am I a billion minutes old?" Then make a quick guess for the answer. A minute is such a short interval in time; think how little it seems when you have a train to catch. Many people would and do guess that they have lived a billion minutes. When you stop and figure it out, however, 60 minutes to an hour, 24 hours to a day and 365 days to a year, you'll find that to be a billion minutes old you would have to live 1,903 years. And, not counting interest, to accumulate a billion dollars you would have to earn a dollar a minute since the year 41 A. D., or $325,600 a year for 1,903 years. This simple illustration may help to give you a better idea of how big a billion is. The term is used so frequently in present-dagovernment finance that it means little more to most people than just another expenditure. It takes 1,000 millions of dollars to make a billion dollars. The interest charges on a billion dollars at 2 per cent amount to 20 million dollars a year. Now, then, if 50,000,000 employed people in the nation work 8 hours a day, 6 days a week with 2 weeks, vacation and only Christmas for a holiday, and each one of thesie 50,000,000 employees paid the government one dollar an hour, or $2,400 a year, it would take 2 years to pay off a government debt of 240 billion dollars. This is approximately what the federal government owes today, and the debt may reach 300 billion dollars before the end of 1945. It is well then for every taxpayer to understand the meaning of a billion dollars. We have raised many billions for the war effort and can raise many more. But we certainly do not want expenditures of billions of dollars piled up on top of the war effort for any government activities which may be nonessential. (Utah Taxpayer). 0 fficer Won asung Resp ct of His Soldiers Wounded Gl Artist Becomes Mom Popular Cartoonist to Soldiers By Ernie Pyle (Editar'i Note): Pyle retells some of his experiences uliile he was m&fc rea doughboys during the Italian campaign. He is now tuking a long-neede- new AT THE FRONT LINES IN ITALY. In this war I hav known a lot of officers who were loved and respected by soi I crossed the trail of am diers under them. But . never have m TIT n. x. wa&iiuw man as Deioveal as iapi. TT ui n.li oeuon, Texas nenry 1 y LAtJOK. MANAGEMENT . "HATS OFF TO THE GROCER" He doesn't wear any ribbons. He hasn't any Purple Heart or Silver Star. He is just a business man, trying his best to wade through unfamiliar government regulations, trying to keep his place of business operating during wartime, and trying to cope with inexperienced, though willing, help. He is your hometown grocer the man on the corner. The man who stays until midnight, night after night, counting his ration stamps and tokens, making out his ration bank account checks, and changing prices and point values when necessary. He's the man you sometimes snarl at when your own affairs are going wrong. He's the man who has to listen to complaints from uninformed housewives. He's the man who explains over and over, day after day, why you can't have more butter, why you can't have more meat, why prices have gone up, and what ration points are good this month. He is also the man who has seen to it that prices have stayed down as low as they have. Give him some of the credit for keeping the increase in food costs down to only 46.5 per cent above the 1939 level as compared with 81 per cent dur ing the same period in the last World War. Give him some of the credit for permitting your food prices to rise only 1.3 per cent since September, 1943, and only 0.3 per cent since August. Give him credit for doing a tough job well, and with the least amount of grumbling. Let's take our hats off to the grocer. Let's pay him the honor due him during the Grocer-Consumweek beginning November 13. er Anti-Inflati- on IS EVERYBODY EATING CAKE A man in overalls walks into Tiffany's in New York and plunks down $850 in cash for a watch. Another lays out $1,500 in bills and says "Give my wife anything she wants!" These goings-oreported by a national magazine, must make strange reading to a soldier or to a schoolteacher who, after 15 years, still gets only $1,500 a year, or to a wid ow trying to raise a family on meager insurance money. Are we losing entirely our sense of values and if so, why? Those two instances reported are by no means all of the pictune of prodigality. It includes $2,000 mink coats going like hotcakes, $100-a-da- y hotel suites, $50 for a pair of theatre tickets, $15 for a bottle of booze, . . Who was it said "Let 'em eat cake?" . . . And who would suggest, today, that bread, now and particularly in the months to come, might not be a bad idea! Independent Press Service n, Soil Conservation Belongs In Schools 111. (Editorial from Blooming-ton1944) 23, Aug. Daily Pantagraph, Soil conservation workers, farm advisors and school officials are meeting today in Bloomington. They are talking about teaching soil conservation in the public schools. Their meeting is a sign that America is coming of age. Gone forever are the days when men talked about the "inexhaustible fertility" of the prairie soil. Thinking men have not talked that way for a generation. The authors of a McLean county history .published in 1908 expressed the deepest foreboding about the future of our soil. They could see it then being washed away and being mined of its fertility by careless farming practices. But most people did not understand. Original, untouched prairie soil plowed recently in McLean county yielded 120 bushels of corn to the acre. But the county average is nearer 50 bushels to the acre. That is the measure of decline in the soil's productivity here in the heari! of the corn belt. The decline is even more striking in sections where the land rolls more steeply or was thinner to begin with. It is time the matter of soil conservation got into the public schools. Is it not a problem for all Americans? For all Americans depend on the output of our soil for food and clothing. Factory products do not lessen our dependence on the soil. They increase it. The factory workers must be fed by experts on the land. If we want a machine civilization, if we want to extend the blessing of factory production to the generations to come, we must start by putting our soil in a permanent state of repair. The public schools should not be content to teach a few surface facts about grass waterways or the chemical structure of fertile soil. They should make it plain that the cities rest squarely on the soil : that our whole civilization depends on successful farming and that successful farming in the long run, ia farming which conserves the soil and its fertility. Let the schools go beyond the technical facts. And above all, let the whole teaching of soil conservation depend chiefly on field trips. Every American school child should spend at least a day out of every school year on a farm. Let them see the pastures which hold hillside soil in place. Let them see the dams. Let them see the piles of manure which put fertility back into the soil. Let them touch the many-side- d life of the farmer in as many places as their young curiosity will r.ach. From such a program would not come only a broader understanding of soil conservation, but a deeper appreciation of farming as the foundation of national health and prosperity. The meeting of farm experts and man-eatin- Mrs. Jaycee: "Goodness, It's the wrong carriage." has felt the pulse of the land beat ing deep in our industrial civiliza- George, this isn't our baby. tion. Poison Ivy Ivy can be killed quickly and with Excavating Engineer out danger to other vegetation by the application of a spray contain. x ing ammate, a chemical obtainable kind "What of a saddle will you have, with a at Cowboy: most farm equipment stores, achorn or without?" cording to Dr. E. A. Bessey. head of Dude: "Without; there isn't much traffic around here.; the department of botany, Michigan State college. A few squirts and the x job Is done. The spray, solution pen A black cat following you is regarded as had luck. It etrates the pores of the leaves and may be all depends on whether you are a man or a mouse. travels down the stems into the roots, which quickly shrivel and Wichita (Kans.) Demi. wither. Mr. Jaycee: "Shut up, this one has rubber tires." PUBLIC HEALTH , "A woman fell overboard from a ship yesterday, and a school men in Bloomington holds great posslbith tes. We hope it is shark came up and looked her over and went away." followed by siirilar meetings all "He never touched her?" over the country and that the work "No. He was a g does not stop until every American shark." x Mexico. COLUMN . Local health officers reported a total of 187 cases of communicable diseases to the Utah State Department of Health for the week ending November 4, as compared with a total of 182 cases for the previous week. These totals Include both residents and For the first time in 6 weeks, one case of poliomyelitis was reported. The patients is a boy, 5 years of age, and resides in Salt Lake County. A total of 18 cases of this disease has been reported during 1944. For the corresponding period in 1943, 347 cases were renon-residen- ts. ported. Two cases of pulmonary tuber culsois were reported, one of whom -- a Salt Lake County reported a case of undulant fever; the patient is a male, 36 years of age, and according to the attending physician, the probable source of the infection was "raw milk." According to the weekly report, chickenpox heads the list, with a total of 85 cases these were fair- is non-reside- DEWEYVILLE Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Perry had as their guests, Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Brown, of Ogden, last week. Mrs. Horward spent a few days here with her daughter and family Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Perry. Mrs. Johnson returned to her home in Preston, Idaho. Mr. and Mrs. Willam Johnson and family spent last Wednesday in Ogden. Mr. and Mrs. N. Peter Marble visited relatives in Brigham City last week. Mr. and Mrs. James Barnard had as their guests on Saturday and Sunday, relatives from Ogden. Mr. and Mrs. Horace R. Barnard had as their guests, Mr. and Mrs Wilson of Garfield, Utah, on Sunday. Reed Gardner, of Ogden, visited relatives here for a few days last week, Mrs. Oliver Peterson and children, of Petersboro, visited her parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Perry, from Saturday until Monday. Jeniel Fryer of CoUinston, spent a few days at the home of Bishop and Mrs. Clarence Fryer. Relief Society conference was held Sunday evening, with President Margert Fyrer in charge. The Captain Waskow was a company commander in the 36th division. He had led his company since long before it left the I States. He was very young, only in his middle 20s, but he carried in him a sincerity and Ernie Pyle genUeness that made people want to be guided by him. "After my own father, he came next," a sergeant told me. "He always looked after us," a soldier said. "He'd go to bat for us every time." "I've never known him to do anything unfair," another one said. I was at the foot of the mule trail the night they brought Captain Waskow down. The moon was nearly full, and you could see far up the trail, and even part way across the valley below. Soldiers made shadows as they walked. Dead men had been ceming down the mountain aU evening, lashed onto the backs of mules. They came lying belly down across the wooden packsaddles, their heads hanging down on the left side of the mules, their stiffened legs sticking out awkwardly from the other side, bobbing Bp and down as the mules walked. The Italian mule skinners were afraid to walk beside dead men, so Americans had to lead the mules down that night. Even the Americans were reluctant to unlash and lift off the bodies, when they got to the bottom, so an officer had to do it himself and ask others to help. The first one came down early in the morning. They slid him down from the mule, and stood him on his feet for a moment while they got a new grip. In the half light he might have been merely a sick man standing there leaning on the others. Then they laid him on the ground in the shadow of the low stone wall alongside the road. I don't know who that first one was. You feel small in the presence of dead men, and you don't ask silly questions. We left him there beside the road, that first one, and we all went back into the cowshed and sat on water cans or lay on the straw, waiting for the next batch of males. Somebody said the dead soldier had been dead for four days, and then nobody said anything more about it. We talked soldier talk for an hour or more; the dead man lay aU alone, outside in the shadow of the walL Then a soldier came into the cowshed and said there were some more bodies oatside. We went tat into the road. Four moles stood there ta the moon light, In the road where the trail eame down off the mountain. The soldiers who led them stood congregation sang "For the Strength of the Hills;" prayer was there waiting. offered by Mra. Pearl Perry. The "This one is Captain Waskow," Relief Society ladies sang "Sweet is the Work." Sustaining of officers one of them said quietly. One soldier came and looked and teachers, by Mrs. Harriet and he said out loud: down, The Gardner. Scriptural musical "Damn itl" was Mrs. Retta by reading That's all he said, and then ha Two violin solos, by Wallace Nielson, "Spring Song" and "On walked away. Another one came, and he said, Wing of Song;" reading by Mrs "Damn it to hell He and Clarke; "Whispering Hope" looked down for a fewanyway!" Last moments Mrs. and Mrs Norr sang by Gladys and then turned and left May Wheatley with Mrs. Lydia man came. I think he was Norr at the piano, were enjoyed anAnother officer. It was hard to tell offiMrs. Iverson, a member of the cers from men in the Relief Society Stake Board, war all were bearded anddim light, for The the visitor and gave a splendid man looked down into thegrimy. dead captalk. The congregation sang "Our tain's face and then directly Mountan Home So Dear," and ben- to him, as though he spoke were alive: ediction was offered by Mrs. Addic "I'm sorry, old man." Gardner. Then a soldier came and stood Hold-awa- y. Save Those Brushes If you own any of those high quality, prewar brushes here's the treatment to keep them young: Frequent washing In mild soap and warm water, and hanging up for quick drying In the sun. Slow drying and drying by artificial heat weakens the bristles. China-hog-bristl- e J 1 1 into the dead face. And he new uttered a sound all the time he u mere. Finally he put the hand dowi He reached np and genty straightened the points of the captain's shirt collar, and thea he sort of the tat tered edges of the aniforn around the wound, and then he got np and walked away don the road in the moonlight, a alone. The rest of ns went back hti the cowshed, leaving the fin dead men lying in a line end tt end in the shadow of the let stone waU. We lay down on the straw in the cowshed, and prettj soon we were all asleep. Sgt. Bill Mauldm appears to i over here to be the finest cartoocii the war has produced. And thaft not merely because his cartoons at funny, but because they are ak terribly grim and real. Mauldin's cartoons aren't ate training-cam- p life, which you home are best acquainted with. Urn are about the men in the line the tiny percentage of our vast am; who are actually up there in to other world doing the dying. His ca toons are about the war. carton Mauldin's central character is' a soldier, m shaven, unwashed, unsmilinj, He looks more like a hobo thai like your son. He looks, in fact exactly like a doughfoot who hai been in the lines for two moniis. And that isn't pretty. His maturity comes simply frca a native understanding of thinf and from being a soldier himself a . long time. He has been in army three and a half years. fei fcj Bill Mauldin was born in tain Park, N. M. He now Phoenix home base, but we of Nfj Mexico could claim him with much resistance on his part. Bill has drawn ever since was a child. He always drtf piotures of the things be wanted to grow np to be, such as cowboys and soldiers, not realiitat that what he really wanted become was a man who dram pictures. He graduated from high school I Phoenix at 17, took a year at " Aoaripmv nf Finn Arts in & cago, and at 18 was in the arc; He did 64 days on K. P. duty to b first lour months. That lairjy w. him of a lifelong worship of forms. Mauldin belongs to the 45tb sion. Their record has been I one. and their losses have I8: heavy. Mauldin's typical grim carW soldier is really a 45th divsj infantryman, and he is one who I truly been through the mill. Mauldin was detached straight soldier duty after in the infantry, and put to wort H the division's weekly paper. true war cartoons started In c; and have continued on through Vty & gradually gaining recognition. j Bob Neville, Stars and Stripe tor, shakes his head with eran's admiration and says of H I din: "He's got it Already he'i j I standing cartoonist of the- war. lie j Mauldin works in a cold, j little studio in the back of Sunj wean h Stripes' Naples office. He he when glasses His eyes used to be good, butj damaged them in his early days by drawing for too many at night with poor light He averages about three W ut of 10 at the front, then back and draws op a larft batch of cartoons. If the we beside the officer and bent over, and ae too spoke to his dead captain, er, la good be sketches ' details at the front. Bo " aot In a whisper but awfully tenla usually lousy. weather and he said: derly, '1 sure am sorry, sir." "You don't need to sketch de Then the first man squatted down, anyhow," he says. "You com') and he reached down and took the with a picture of misery dead hand, and ha sat there for a and dancer in your mind tull five minutes holding the dead don't need any mora fcand in his own and looking Intently that yer-rimm- n-- 'i |