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Show THE PROGRESSIVEOPINION , Tripartite Picture Clearer Since Meeting in Quebec U. S., England, Russia Agreed on Funda-- ; mental Policies; Observers Optimistic Concerning War, Post-W- ar Cooperation. "Ir; By BAUKHAGE News Analyst and Commentator. - nit ' WNU Service, Union Trust Building, i Washington, D. C. The ink is now dry on the secret footnotes which appear in the memo randa officially recorded after the long and quiet conversations which took place in the presidential study in the White House when the Allied strategists worked out the end of. another chapter in the history of World War II. My own modest notations, scrib-bled on the backs of envelopes, and on scratch pads, and written in taxi-cab- s, leaning against a White House elm after a press and radio con-ference, taken down while the Pres-ident or other officials were speak-ing, make a clearer pattern. Words and phrases take on new meanings, rough sketches are filled out in revealing detail. The speculation, the criticism, the attacks and the apologies which swirled about the Allied policy toward Russia, fqr instance, it is plain now was built mostly on half tnowledge. While press and public were cry-ing for a tripartite meeting of the representatives of Russia, Britain and the United States, the arrange-ments for a whole series of meetings ivere already being made. It was aot until almost the end of the Roosevelt-Churchi- ll visit that we learned, first, that the tripartite meetings "on the foreign minister level" had been definitely agreed upon and, second, (which no one then guessed) that a commission was to be formed of representatives Df all three powers to discuss the situation arising out of the Allied victories in the Mediterranean in which Russia is so deeply concerned out which, militarily speaking, she nas been forced to view from a dis-tance. When we received that news, He were unable to indicate its source. The Darlan Question Another source of bitter contro versy which has been allowed to tester was cleared up at the same lime. Certain groups in England ind America from the very begin-ning violently objected to the choice if Darlan as the man with whom the Allies dealt in North Africa. There have been two revelations on that score which, had they come sarlier, might have cleared the air. One concerns the Russian attitude and the Russians certainly ought to lean as far to the left as anyone. It now seems that the Soviet lead-jr- s, frankly opposed to Darlan and ill he stood for, actually accepted lie British and American policy on the basis of an old Russian saying lhat in matters of military strategy or comparable situations it is sometimes necessary to deal with the devil and his grandmother. A word from the chief of staff re-vealed in his annual report to the secretary of war is interesting in this connection. He says of the dip-lomatic preparation before the in-vasion of Africa: "Should an ap-proach be made to a single French-man who proved unsympathetic to our purpose, we risked the slaughter Df our soldiers on the beaches of North Africa as well as decisive losses to our shipping . . . unexpect- - edly, Admiral Jean Darlan, Petain's lesignated successor, and commander-in-c-hief of all French forces, was found to be in Algiers visiting his sick son when our forces landed. He was taken into protective custo-dy and when it was found that French leaders stood loyal to the Vichy government, a series of con-ferences immediately followed with the purpose of calling a halt to the French resistance against General Patton's task force in the vicinity of Casablanca." The Background Then, on the morning of Novem-ber 11, the Germans invaded France and Darlan obligingly rejected the Vichy govern-ment and assumed authority in North Africa in the name of Marsh-al Petain and ordered the French to cease all hostilities. Just what pressure or argument was used in getting Darlan to yield to Allied wishes has never been re-vealed or what his motives may have been they may indeed have been prompted by the devil or his grandmother but those who knew the Inside military expediency, did not quarrel with his action. Death took Darlan from the picture. It did not end the arguments, but since we know now that the head of the Communist state of Russia was able to swallow Darlan, the squeamish-nes- s of some of the critics seems a little far fetched. In the days that followed the re-call of the Soviet ambassadors to Lopdon and Washington, the outcry over the absence of Stalin at Quebec increased. Roosevelt, Churchill and Secretary Hull were blamed there was the blow-u- p over the charges by a columnist who said Hull was I talked with Secretary Hull about that time. Whatever his feelings may be regarding communism, he indicated from his remarks to me that Russia was looking sympathet-ically on the attempts at a joint conference, and a few days later, a high British source stated flatly there was no great divergence of views between the Soviets and the Allies. Agreement Both were thoroughly agreed on the necessity of the destruction of Nazi tyranny and Prussian mili-tarism, and it was revealed that Marshal Stalin was rising In pres-tige with the army and that the So-viet army was rising in prestige with the Russian people until it was al-ready on a level with the communist party itself. This seemed to indi-cate, as Captain Rickenbacker said . when he returned from Russia, that the ideologies of the policies and the capitalist nations were growing nearer. Today, as Washington looks back on this last visit of Prime Minister Churchill, there is a feeling that not only are Britain and the United States closer in both their war and their post-wa- r aims, but that the possibility of bringing the Soviets into the circle is greater. One rea-son for this is that certain problems on which there has been disagree-ment have been met and thrashed out successfully between Roosevelt and Churchill and the way is open to a much more extended discussion with Stalin's representatives. Meanwhile, the position of Secre-tary Hull, within the administration, has been greatly strengthened as one after another, he has taken over the functions of all agencies which have any dealings whatsoever with foreign countries. He has placed the question frankly before the Pres-ident who had to choose between his secretary of state and those who opposed him inside and outside of the state department. Hull's Position Secretary Hull's position is this: the policies which I have sponsored and insisted upon have justified themselves. Either my department must have full 'authority in the field of foreign relations or I will hand in my portfolio. The President faces, first, a con-gress which has had time to think over its position, has heard the com-plaints i and received the advice of its constituents. It returns deter-mined to imprint its will on national policy, foreign and domestic. Its texture is and has been for some time strongly away from the new-de- policies, strongly toward the conservative side. Sec-retary Hull probably stands higher, has more friends, and can exert more influence with congress than any member of the cabinet. The President needs a congress which will stand behind him if he is to carry out the plans for further con-duct of the war and the winning of the peace according to methods he believes it is necessary to employ. And, of course, there is the fourth term ahead, for continuance in of-fice is essential, the President's friends believe, if he is to mold the post-wa- r world. Secretary Hull is his anchor to windward. This is due to his polit-ical influence and also because he and what he symbolizes both at home and abroad, have become in-extricably bound up in world nego-tiations. And for the President, there is but one objective now that is, to be the peacemaker as he was the war lead-er. All else choice of counsellors, domestic policies, must dovetail into that purpose. Pattern 7439 containTTblT and instructions for doll and cij" Ci' tr, Due to an unusually larw , current war conditions, slihtl man'1 is required In filling order f the most popular pattern nUmbe! Send your order to: Sewing Circle NeedleTr 117 Minna St. San F,aDCL""' Enclose 15 cents (piu. . ' CiBt cover cost of mailing) or gjl S' b No Name ......... 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A complete armored division on the road has 13,488 tires in use not counting spares and reserve supplies. r L j that's the record set by Capt. Joseph H. Hart, NH nf f Pan American Airways' ace pilots, in I flying vital war cargo abroad. He's a former j, J Army flier... and a Camel smoker for 20 years. 4::;v:.y-4- .....v , - I STICK TO ) i -- w- CAMEL- S- !f ; they've got mors U ;r X f FLAVOR -A- ND I 'i r-:y- 1 THEY'RE EASy ON.) ! rl 'r My THROAT K' i ' " E' LJ V Taste , rW'' A,." Throat the proving SS&L. teste aad throatr Ciare"- - Only --r I ret" tastes best to von "l Which yur throat. Based oa'Te W " Sffects ft f T' f """"as of experience offU O i T -ty- our.I.20NE?;-M.eveCame,5wilJ ' j , j m, HEPWFERS is 'gL BEN AMES WILLIAMS e -- S" WILLIAMS !Jl THE STORY SO FAR: Robin Dale, a young artist, goes to Moose Bay to see her fiance, Will McPhail. When Will Is accidentally killed, his brother Angus blames Robin. She goes to Angus' fish-ing cruiser to see him. While she is on board the boat sails, carrying her Angus, Pat Donohoe and a cabin boy named Romeo toward Labrador. The boat Is seized by a man named Jenkins. Caught running contraband alcohol, Jen- - kins is trying to escape from a govern boat sinks in a ment patrol. When the storm they are stranded on an island. Jenkins surprises Robin In the act ol getting a cake of chocolate she has saved for Angus and Pat. Now continue with the story. CHAPTER XV "So!" Jenkins whispered. "Cheat-ing, sister? What have you got?" She clutched the treasure tight against her breast. "It's mine!" she cried. "Now don't be greedy, sister!" He came toward her. She was still on her knees in the low, cavelike shel-ter. At the thought of being caught there, panic swept her. She scram-bled out just as Mr. Jenkins reached her. He caught her wrist with one hand, the cake of chocolate with the other. She clung to it, holding it with both hands against her body; and she screamed in a shrill, metal-lic way. He cried: "Blast you, let go! Shut up!" He looked over his shoulder, still wrenching at the chocolate, and she bent her head and bit his hand. He swore mightily, and he struck her hard in the face. Her head rang, and her legs gave way and she fell on her knees, still clinging to the cake of chocolate. He caught her wrist again, with his left hand, and there was an insane rage in him now. He drew his pistol and struck her knuckles with the barrel of it, beating them to make her let go her hold on the chocolate, swearing in a furious anger. She saw blood run from the broken skin on her hand, and wondered why she felt no pain. Then, behind him and 'a little above him, not a dozen feet away, the big Irishman came charging into view, Robin saw him. She cried Pat's name; and Jenkins, instantly reacting, jerked her around to serve as a shield as big Pat Donohoe came on. Since he first saw Robin on the wharf at Quai Rimouski, Mr. Jen-kins had changed his mind about her half a dozen times. Beginning with the casual interest he might have felt toward any pretty girl, he had progressed to a lively resentment at her presence aboard McPhail's cruiser. He foresaw she might cause trouble there. McPhail and Pat alone might have submitted to his demands with a certain philosophy; but Robin made a difference. Men had a trick of wishing to protect women; they were likely to display, under feminine eyes, a futile and mistaken valor. Mr. Jenkins" real-ized this, and even before the ca-tastrophe his nerves began to draw tight under the strain. He did not actually see her slip down into the cleft to go to the shel-ter today. His back was toward her at the moment. But he glanced that way an instant later and, since she was no longer in sight, he knew at once where she had gone. But he did not start toward Robin without a first cautious look around. Romeo was beyond him, laboring with a great boulder, a hundred yards or so away; and Angus and Pat were out of his sight on the other side of the naked dome where the monument was rising. When he was sure of this, Mr. Jenkins, as quietly as a cat, slipped b'ack to-ward the head of the cleft. When he came where he could see the pistol was in that hand tugging at him, holding him back; and Pat, seeing his chance, came to his feet like a released spring and made his leap. Mr. Jenkins jerked free his pistol hand and fired. When Mr. Jenkins fired, Pat was a lion in mid-lea- He felt the bul-let like a flame stab his leg; but it did not stop him. Mr. Jenkins tried to twitch aside out of the way of Pat's charge; but he was driven back and down, Pat's great hands grappling for the pistol and for Mr. Jenkins' throat. Robin, by the impact of Pat's leap, was knocked spinning to one side, and she fell, and Pat's heel caught her in the temple. It struck her senseless. Then the two men fell on top of her. She was under their threshing bodies, forgotten by them both while they fought the deadly issue through. Up to this moment, neither Ro-meo nor Angus had appeared. They were both too far away to hear Rob-in's scream; but 'they heard the pis-tol shot. Romeo instantly raced to take a hand in whatever here went forward. Angus, even before the shot, had some forewarning. He was on the opposite side of the is-land when he discovered that Pat had disappeared. With as many rocks as he could carry in his arms, Angus went toward the cairn to see where Pat had gone; and he had almost reached it when he heard the shot. He dropped his load and raced up to the cairn, and saw Ro-meo coming from the left, scudding like a rabbit along the break of ' ii 'V fi a. Xf &m4 A- - "The gull's found him, down be-low. Rest his black soul!" "Dead?" "He is that! We fell off a ten-fo-shelf, locked together like two sweethearts; but he was undermost when we landed, praises be! If it hadn't been for him to break my faU, not even my head could have stood it. His didn't. Or maybe it was his back. I heard it crack. He grinned. "He saved my life, peace to him." Angus said flatly: "Romeo's some-where around. Look out for him. I've got to tend to Miss'Dale. She's hurt." He turned back to Robin, and lifted her into the shelter and laid her there and eyed her doubt-fully, not sure what to do. Clearly, she was alive, for her breath stirred and she made gasping sounds; but there was a lump on her forehead, and her knuckles were bruised and broken, and her sweater torn. He held a handkerchief open in the spiteful little rain till it was dripping wet; then began to bathe her fore-head and cheek and throat. He had forgotten Pat. The Irish-man crawled nearer on hands and knees till he came to the front of the shelter. He watched Angus for a while; and presently he said in a mildly persuasive tone: "She's took nought but a crack on her head, sorr. She'll be fine!" Angus nodded, still without look-ing around. "I guess' so. I don't know, .can't tell whether she's hurt or just knocked out. She's coming around." He continued his ministra-tions; till Pat said, apologetically: "Sorr, could you maybe be stop-ping the blood from running out of my leg here? I'm all thumb-hande- d like. I can't seem to manage it alone." Angus looked around at him, in a quick surprise; and Pat lay softly down on his face and sighed and closed his eyes. Angus caught the big man in his arms. It was time. Pat's leg was bro-ken by that single shot which Mr. Jenkins had found time to fire. Wait-ing uncomplainingly while Angus tried to revive Robin, he had rolled up his trouser leg and pulled off his shoe and sock drenched with blood; but then increasing weakness left him helpless to tend himself. The bullet had entered just beside the shin bone, had come out through the back of the calf above the ankle. When Angus saw the wound, he un-derstood how Mr. Jenkins had been able to fight so long against Pat's greater weight and strength. With his thumbs he put pressure on till the hemorrhage slackened and stopped. He rolled his hand-kerchief, put a bit of rock in it, tied it around Pat's leg and twisted it with his knife for leverage. He tried to remember what to do next; and then Robin, in the shelter behind him, came back to her senses. Her head seemed like bursting, and her world was all confusion; but her first conscious thought was of that cake of chocolate. She had dropped it somewhere, somehow. She must her, Robin was in the shelter, work-ing in panting haste, shifting the rocks which he and Romeo had piled across the end of their refuge to shut out the wind. Mr. Jenkins came quietly down below the break of the ledge, so that no one could see him from the cairn above; and he watched in a lively curiosity. He was standing there, three .or four paces away, when she turned to crawl out of the shelter with the cake of chocolate in her hand. In the same instant that she dis-covered him, he saw what it was she had. These five people had been since the night before wet and cold and hungry; but most of all they had been hungry. Their wet garments drained strength out of them, the steady cold gnawed at them like rats at a grain bin, their exertions in building the cairn had whetted their appetites. In each, hunger was just now the most pow-erful passion. Thus the cake of chocolate, representing as it did con-centrated food values and lifegiving warmth, was for the moment the most important thing in their world. For the sake of it, Robin had risked this attempt to slip down to the shel-ter without being seen; and to keep it now, she resisted Mr. Jenkins. But there was an equal fury in him. He met her as she came to her feet, and an instant later they were locked in that blind rage of battle, fighting like animals, with the cake of chocolate as a prize. When Robin screamed, big Pat Donohoe had just reached the cairn with two or three rocks nursed in the cradle of his arms. As he dropped them, he heard her cry; and without a moment's hesitation, he raced that way. She and Mr. Jenkins did not hear his pounding feet; but Robin, looking past Mr. Jenkins, saw Pat on the ledge above them and cried his name. Mr. Jen-kins had that much warning. He whipped around, and he drew her in front of him like a screen, the pistol in his right hand. At the same time, Pat's foot slipped and he fell awk-wardly sidewise, sliding over the lip of the ledge, landing absurdly in a sitting position ten feet away from where Mr. Jenkins stood with Robin fast in the steel circle of his arm. The breath went out of Pat with a grunt; and Mr. Jenkins, lips tight across his teeth, said sharply: "Get up! Get out of here!" But Robin cried, "Here, Pat!" She threw the chocolate toward the Irish-man. The throw was awkward. The precious stuff landed on a sloping ledge and slid downward; and Mr. Jenkins swore at Robin and thrust her aside so that he could retrieve it. But she clung to his right arm t - They disappeared down the steep, rocky slope toward the sea. the cliff toward the cleft from which sounds of battle rose. Angus raced to cut Romeo off; but he was still ten or fifteen yards short of doing so when Romeo reached a spot just above the shel-ter. The man stopped there and whipped a knife from its sheath at the hip and balanced it in his hand, looking down into the cleft as if to pick a fair target-- . There was not time to come to him before he threw the knife. An-gus scooped up a rock half as big as a brick; and as Romeo raised his hand, Angus threw the rock with all his might at the man's head. It missed that mark, but it did strike Rdmeo's elbow fairly, with a sharp, cracking sound. Romeo's knife flew out of his hand, and he screamed with pain and whirled and saw An-gus almost on him. It was in McPhail's mind to get his hands on Romeo's throat and do a thorough job of it; and the intent was blazing in his eyes. Romeo dodged and darted away and Angus saw Pat and Mr. Jenkins by the shelter just below him, locked to-gether, rolling over and over in a tight and silent fury. Also, he saw that Robin lay as fiat as a beaten rug under their thrashing bodies. He forgot Romeo. He reached them in two jumps. Mr. Jenkins at the moment happened to be up-permost. Angus hauled at Mr. Jen-kins; and since Pat clung like a terrier to his foe, Angus threw them both aside together. They rolled down the slope, and Angus picked Robin up, holding her awkwardly, shakig her, trying to think of some effective thing to do. Then suddenly he was cool and sane again. Robin was unconscious, dead perhaps; but there would be time to tend her later. Pat and Mr. Jenkins, still locked together, had somehow disappeared around the corner of the shelter, down the steep rocky slope toward the sea. Angus, wondering why Pat needed so long to handle Mr. Jenkins, turned to help. But Pat needed no help. When Angus left Robin and swung that way, he saw Pat crawling laborious-ly up the slope toward him. There was no sign of Mr. Jenkins. The rain fog dropped smotheringly about them, and Angus nailed sharply: "Where's Jenkins?" Pat looked over his shoulder; and a gull on patrol in the fog looked down, turning its head sidewise the better to see what lay broken on the rocks. It wheeled sharply, with ex-cited cries, and Pat Donohoe said: find it. She crawled out past Angus; but when she saw what he was about, she made a low pitying sound, and Angus said: "Oh, hullo! I had to take care of Pat. He was bleeding badly. Are you hurt much?" "I don't think so. Just my head, and my hands, I guess. And I'm sort of sore all over. Where's the chocolate?" He thought her mind was wandering; but he said: "I came to try and get it, and I did, but Mr. Jenkins caught me here, and then Pat came. Did Mr. Jen-kins get it? Where is he?" She looked around to see where Mr. Jenkins was, and discovered the chocolate, crushed and flattened where the men in their fight had rolled on it. She retrieved it jeal-ously, forgetting Mr. Jenkins; and Pat came groping back to conscious-ness again. She said: "Here it is! See?" Pat groaned, and she cried-"Oh- Give him this, Angus! Let him eat it." "He doesn't need it yet. We've got to take care of this leg of his " "Let me," she said. She loosened the tourniquet, watching the wounds of entrance and of exit to see what flow of blood there was. "No bi artery cut, I'm sure," she decided" Angus recognized competence in her; and he watched her wet his handkerchief to make a cold pad to compress the wounds. He turned to look around, and saw Mr. Jenkins-pisto- l in a cranny among the rocks and picked it up. Then, remember-in- g Romeo, he climbed to the ledge and saw the man not twenty yards away, stealth in his posture, creep-in- g near. Angus raised the pistol and Romeo whirled and ran, zigzag! fVnVv,511156 flight t0 dodge expected. But Angus did not fire. When Romeo was out of sight McPhail remembered the knife the man had dropped and looked for it, and found it where it had slid down off the ledge Robin called to him: "We neert something for a bandage" Anm, descended to her side. A bandage' Some garment they might tear tato strips. In this windy cold, no raE they wore could be spared. Mr. Jenkins was somewhere But themand he had no more needTf "I'll find something," Ansii., iu Robin, and went slope He came to the ledge which Pat and Mr. off th fight had fallen. Mr. JenVins Uke a rag beaten limp by his back his eyes open; and Sgus was shaken by the sight T realized that Mr. Jenkins was .Vi' was watching him. BE CONTINUED) Helmet Nets American troops wear nets helmets to prevent reflect of light from the helmets and to break their outlines; also tost foliage in for camouflage. Rehabilitation Program In Britain's rehabilitation of war goods program, enough tents have been repaired in 12 months to house the army in Britain; and enough food containers to feed five armored corps. Woodwork which has been by mildew should be thor-oughly dried out. Floors and wood-work may then be wiped with a lamp cloth dipped in water con-fining a small amount of kero-sene or in a 5 to 10 per cent solu-;io- n of borax and water. BRIEFS ... by Baukhage It is estimated that enough waste fats are salvaged in army camps within the continental U. S. to make 1,500,000 pounds of dynamite each month, and still leave a residue of rendered grease for soap stock. Christmas gifts to naval and ma-rine personnel overseas should be sent between September 15 and No-vember 1. Officials of one of the largest tire manufacturers in the United States are predicting that by the end of 1944 American production of syn-thetic rubber automobile passenger tires will reach the rate of one every second. Windshield wipers will not be needed on post-wa- r automobiles be-cause of new types of glass now be-ing manufactured, scientists predict. The new glass contains no silica and neither rain nor snow, when falling on it, will obscure the vision. Japanese occupation authorities who still haven't succeeded in paci-fying the Philippines have decided to send out roving teams of public speakers in an attempt to explain Japan's "true mission" to misguid ed Filipinos, Manila radio disclosed. Bus lines in Washington, D. C, and Los Angeles, Calif., are running their "help wanted" ads on buses. When the United States troops in-vaded North Africa, they found roads worse than backwoods trails in America. The problem was licked by army engineers who perfected new techniques and equipment thai resulted in laying out passable road-ways in North Africa at the rate of four miles an hour. Harvesting America's wartime food and fiber crops will require the employment of approximately 750,- 000 more persons on our farms by October 1. |