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Show THE WASHINGTON ; -G0- PROVO, UTAH SEPTEMBER 26, 1943 1 1 D D DO Third War Loan The Third War Loan is progressing well. From all over the country come encouraging reports on the response both of individuals and of institutions. An excellent start has been made. But that is not enough. Until the loan goes aver the top, nationally, with a substantial oversubscription, there will be no excuse for lagging. In this loan both the opportunity and the incentive are obvious to the most careless. It is impossible for any person to say that he did not know, or that he forgot, or .that he had no chance to buy. Newspapers, magazines and the air waves are filled with reminders, some donated by the media themselves, them-selves, others sponsored by advertisers adver-tisers who know how much the success suc-cess of this loan means to our way of life. And en if a canvasser does not visit one house, it is difficult to stick one's ;:cad outside the door without finding a War Bond waved under his nose, seeking a buyer. Perhaps the difficulties encountered by our Fifth Army, at Salerno, will be worth while because they must have impressed even the most naively optimistic op-timistic with the fact that Germany is not yet licked. And after Germany there still remains Japan. We know, now, that Germany can be beaten. We know, in a general way, how. We do not know when, except that it will not be tomorrow, or next week or next month. The desperation with which the Nazis withstood our Salerno bridgehead bridge-head until they could evacuate their troops from southern Italy proves that there is a lot of fight left in the huns yet. J It is going to take thousands of American lives to whip them as they have to be whipped. It is going to take a lot more guns, tanks, planes, munitions and other supplies and equipment. Those things cost money billions of dollars more dollars than we can supply out of current taxation. The Third War Loan is the answer, for the time being, until more is needed. This isn't new. You've been told before, and you knew before you were told. This is just a plea for you to act on what you know to do the smallest thing that a stay-at-home can do in time of war to back with your dollars the attack in which so many are giving their lives. British-American Alliance The idea of a postwar alliance be-,-4ween Great Britain and the United States, put forth by several prominent persons from both sides -of the Atlantic, At-lantic, is receiving much favorable attention as well as some bitter opposition. op-position. The latter appears to be based, up to now, on an idea that the United States would give everything and get little or nothing in return. Whatever objections to such an alliance may arise, that one is not sound. We need abate no slightest bit of our pride in our own great country to recognize that the British Empire also is great, and rich, and powerful. By now it must be clear that neither neith-er country can stand by and see the other destroyed. Why not recognize that in advance of war, by a protective protec-tive alliance, instead of waiting until almost too late or perhaps, next time, quite too late? Unsigned Letters In spite of repeated emphasis that anonymous letters to the paper carry little evidence of the writers' good faith, correspondence of this type continues to pile up on the editor's desk. If any letter is worthy of public consideration or public controversy it is worthy of the signature of its .originator. There is no need to hide behind the cloak of anonymity if anyone any-one sincerely believes what he writes. An unsigned letter is valueless, lacking as it does any evidence of the writer's good faith in dealing with The HERALD. Such letters, many of them worthy of printing, must go into the .wastebasket. , Desk d.at If the United States does not emerge a better place in which to live in the post-war world, it certainly cer-tainly will not be because we did not have plenty of opportunity to discuss post-war problems. After all, this is Democracy. The people who vote are still "boss." It still is a land of the people, by the people and for the people. You have definite ideas on the subject. Then, it is your job, your duty, your responsibility, to make known your views. Talk it over at home, with your friends and neighbors. Discuss it at your club, lodge or society meetings. And when you have arrived ar-rived at definite conclusions and are sure, you are right, write to your congressman and your sena- To the People of this Community: "EYES TO WEEP WITH." To give the devil his due, Mussolini, Mus-solini, the once boastful, now beaten jackal, gave utterance to a vivid phrase the other day as our soldiers advanced toward the boot of Italy: "If we lose, we will be left only with our eyes to weep with." Mussolini should know. That's all he and his Axis partners part-ners in crime have left for the conquered peoples of Europe. That would be your fate, too, if you had not built up the power for today's victorious invasion. Yesterday's War Bonds are doing a job today in Europe. Today's War Bonds will help pay for the march into Rome, Berlin and Tokyo. Invasion requires double and triple the supplies of preparation for attack. The Third War Loan is a home front campaign in which everyone must march with his or her dollars. That extra ex-tra $100 War Bond which you should buy today i s your minimum mini-mum participation in the attack is your guarantee that Mussolini, Musso-lini, not you, has been left only with eyes to weep with. THE EDITOR Canned Forum 'N Agin 'em Letters to the Editor tors because they really do welcome wel-come your letters. Most lawmakers are eager to get letters and expressions ex-pressions of opinion from the voters vot-ers back home and the more letters let-ters they get, the mort able they are to get a true perspective of what "we, the people" are think ing and what we want them to do about it. Public opinion majority opinion is still the government of the United States even though some selfish politicians are still eager to impose their will on the people. 0O0 Tins WORLD This world is not so bad a world As some would like to make it; Though whether good or whether bad, Depends on how we take it. For if we scold and fret all day, From dewy morn to even, This world will ne'er afford to man A foretaste here of heaven. This world in truth's as good a world As e'er was known to any Who have not seen another yet, And these are. very many; And if the men, and women, too, Have plenty of employment, Those surely must be hard to please Who cannot find enjoyment. This world is quite a clever world, In rain or pleasant weather, If people would but learn to live in harmony together; -Nor seek to burst the kindly bond By love and peace cemented, And learn the best of lessons yet, To always be contented. 0O0 "Say Sam, are you coming out with the boys tonight?" "Sorry, can't make it tonight, Slim, my wife's expecting me home right away." "Oh, she won't mind. She told me herself she's . very broad-minded." broad-minded." "I wouldn't say that but she does believe there are two sides to an argument . . . her's and her .mother's." 0O0 TOO MUCH TO EXPECT Foreman: "Wot's up, Bill, hurt yourself? "No, I gotta nail in me boot." Foreman: "Why doncha take it out then?" What? In me dinner hour?" If a pup's ancestors were mon gr.els, you can't expect it to be have like a thoroughbred. The bright moon peeped Oe'r the garden wall When a slowly drifting cloudlet Suffused its face with red Because he chanced to glimpse A lonely black-eyed Susan In the bachelor button bed! If you have a fellow worker who gets in your hair because he thinks he knows it all, ask him to give an approximate estimate of the length of eternity. - Failure of Sanitary Inspection Deplored Editor Herald: There is a lot of controversy regarding what should be done to keep the infantile paralysis epidemic epi-demic from spreading. Well, for one thing, the board of health ought to condemn all open unsanitary unsani-tary toilets, hundreds of which exist quite close to sewer systems sys-tems here in Provo. They also ought to forbid piggeries on front lawns, and I mean piggeries. pigger-ies. For instance, a neighbor next to me has two or three thousand turkeys, 20 pigs, 150 chickens, two cows and three dogs, all in front of his house, with the place of honor reserved for the pigs, which occupy the lawn or what used to be the lawn. The neighbor may have a weak sense of smell, but believe me, whei the temperature was at 93, the flies are having the time of their lives. Add to that the fact that there is an ancient toilet not fly-tight and you have a perfect setting for disease development. This is almost inside the new Iron-ton Iron-ton trailer park and most of those people have children. Do you think it is fair 'or just for the board of health to allow such an abomination to remain next to my place andor the new trailer camp. I paid $43 for a license li-cense for this year and I should not be forced to have this nuisance nuis-ance next to my business at all. I don't know who is to blame for this, but certainly its being there is a gross negligence somewhere. One trailer camp owner has been fined for unsanitary conditions, put l aon t tnink tnere ever could be such a stink as pervades the atmosphere around my neighbor's neigh-bor's piggery. And inasmuch as my business and the government trailer camp are close to this abomination we must suffer. I wonder, does any city official or Dr. Smith (Dr. C. M. Smith, city physician) or any other member of the board oj. health ever pa3s this place? A trailer camp down on University Uni-versity avenue has 40 or 50 trailers. trail-ers. They are even spewing almost onto the city sidewalk and they have not nearly enough room as the city ordinance says every trailer must have a space of 50 feet by 22 feet. When I advertised my trailer camp an officer arrived here like a shot' out of gun wanting want-ing to know had I enough for trailers. Also. Chief of Police, please note trailers are parking day and night near the ceme tery. As you go down to the golf course is there any toilets there? I don't think so. A few days ago I read in the Herald that the board of health, was going to inspect every place that had animals, but so far I never heard of any inspection. Some camps farther out on the Springville road have trailers, cabins and tents all on the lawn and Utah county forbids tents to be erected within the county. It seems to me of a man . in Provo can run a cabin camp, trailer camp and a boarding house without a license then sometMn"-is sometMn"-is radically rotten with, the state of Utah. JOHN LONG. P. O. Box 201, Provo, Utah. pi Once News - Now History From the Files of THE PROVO HERALD Sept. 26, 1920 Four daring robbers entered the Sugar house bank at Salt Lake about 10 a. m., forced the employes em-ployes against the wall, and took $6600. They sped south in a high-oowered high-oowered car, but were arrested in Utah county by local and . Salt Lake officers. Two of the four were arested in Orem by Deputy Sheriff Wilford Rasmussen and Eben Mann, probation officer. Wehn the posse arrived the Salt Lake sheriff glanced at the two men and said they were not the robbers, but Rasmussen and Man insisted on a search and found a roll of bills on them. The other robbers were arrested at Lindon by Jos. J. Madsen Jr., of Lake J UNLOCKING ADVENTURE By Charles Courtney COPYRIGHT, 1043. NBA SKRVICS. IMC. Charles Courtney is the world's highest paid legal Jimmy Jim-my Valentine. This is the true story of his many adventures unlocking safes around the earth tnd under the sea. CHAPTER XXII jyURING the winter I had no word from Sir Basil Zaharoff and told myself that the affair was finished, but when he telephoned me from London early in 1934, I was glad to hear his voice. Next day I sailed on the Europa for England. In London I met the executive board of the salvaging company. The company was in difficulties with the British Admiralty over the ownership of the gold, so a committee, of which I was a member, mem-ber, was appointed to meet the Admiralty and try to find some grounds of co-operation. While these debates were going on, Sir Basil introduced me to a French banker, M. Maubeuge, a member of a syndicate that had recently made a deal with the Soviet government for the Russian Rus-sian crown jewels. Some of the chests in which they were stored could not be opened, and Sir Basil had recommended me to unlock them. Back to London I went with the French banker who arranged my credentials at the Russian embassy. em-bassy. The next day we took a plane from Croydon airport. After 12 days the chests were opened and M. Maubeuge had locked in his bank the massively set rubies, diamonds, and emeralds, emer-alds, some of them almost as big as pullets' eggs. Commissar Kazoff, who had been assigned as my translator, showed me the Kremlin. Krem-lin. U took me to the palace in which its exact location was a secret was Stalin's office. We went up the flight of marble steps, down long bare halls filled, with alert soldiers, then through section after section of high-ceilinged offices, of-fices, with men everywhere Kit not a girl secretary in right. Finally we passed through several sev-eral anterooms and were usbvred into Stalin's own office, an enormous enor-mous room with a polished floor that looked as long as a hayfield between us and the stolid man who rose from the desk at the other end. , GITALIN was a plain utilitarian figure in soft, black, high boots, riding breeches, and a white tunic with u. band of red embroidery em-broidery around the thick neck. Studying him, I doubted if there was a, flabby ounce of flesh on his body. Stalin's little eyes sized me up. Almost before I spoke a word, I felt that he had picked my brains. With Comrade Kazoff acting as interpreter, he spent about 20 minutes asking me about the diving div-ing equipment we used in salvaging. salvag-ing. The adventures of treasure hunting under the sea meant nothing to this man who was never without danger at his elbow, but information that he might sometime use he pigeonholed in his avaricious brain. In one of the museums I wandered wan-dered into a dusty side room which was full of odds and ends that had not been hung. On the floor in the corner lay a pile of metal that lopked like the bottom of a junkman's heap. To a piece of it was tied a dirty tag labeled "Catherine "Cath-erine IL" The chain was made of 98 linkseach link a padlock with its own tiny key. ; ' As I looked down at that rusty iron, I had never wanted anything so much. "Twenty dollars, American money," Kazoff: told me. "Come back for them tomorrow, and you will have their history In English, View anr a posse of sheriffs officers of-ficers from Salt Lake City. A fire broke out at the Knight Woolen mills. It appeared that lint, from the carding machines circulated cir-culated around a globe of a gas light and caught fire, sparks from which dropped into the carding machines. Prompt response by the fire department saved the machinery machin-ery and damage was slight. Another fire occurred at the William V. Price home on the Springville road. The blaze broke out in a barn and loss was esti mated at $1000. Twenty thousand dollars worth of property was involved. in-volved. . J. M. Jensen and Walter Adams addressed the Utah stake M. I. A. convention. rTrHE next morning I found" the locks dusted and spread out on a table in an empty offiae. A massive warded padlock measuring eight inches by four by four weighed about 10 pounds. It was of fine forged iron with a tubular key cleverly flattened so it could be worn comfortably around the neck. On a typed sheet I read that this was the famous padlock of Ivan the Terrible. Ter-rible. In the first year of his reign, the czar, who was then an able and amiable ner, held a beauty cvx?test among tire young Russian ifcblewomen and selected as his bride Acstasia Zakharina, with whom he fen violently in love. As he spent much of his time away from home fighting the Tartars, he was tormented with jealous concern con-cern about the czcrxnas fidelity. Before setting out again for the front, he converted a wing of the palace into a three-room retreat with a single entrance and engaged en-gaged the most prominent locksmith lock-smith in Russia to make a special padlock for the door. Even before the lock was blessed by the Metropolitan cf the Church, to make sure that there would be no duplicate key, Ivan ordtred the smith's head cut off (such were the hazards that locksmiths faced in those days). Then he locked the czarina in her apartment, hung the key around his neck, and went off to the wars. The fighting dragged on. Anas-tasia Anas-tasia was with child. When her time came the imperial physician pled with her through the door. He and the servants begged the czarina to let them break the lock, offered to pay with their lives when Ivan should return, but she refused. The girl bore Ivan's heir with not even a midwife or a serving maid to attend her. On his return the czar found both - the czarina and the young prince critically ill. When they died Ivan so tortured himself with remorse that he became the mad tyrant of the histories. (To Be Continued) '(From thm "book of the same name written in collaboration with Thomas Af. Johnson and published by Whittlesey House, Hcum York The Chopping Block BY FRANK C. ROBERTSON Like most of my fellow country men l find that I can heave i brickbat farther, harder, and with a much greater degree of accuracy than I can throw a boquet of roses. Therefore, brickbats are my favorite missiles. Now and then. however, it becomes a pleasure to present a bouquet. One of the most consistently good jobs being done by a gov ernmental agency is that by the f " great corps of '- " county agents .'.v.-. .wiw.v-'.ii - i f throughout the country. It's not " i one of those I things where jr 'v somebody comes 4rH I in makes a li y W w jtanie, often if s h o w y effort, j gets the job done then stands bac with folded arms over a distended chest, and says, "Look at me! So? what I did!" It a steady, year after j'ear grind, with seldom anything any-thing to crow yet presenting an "Rvrtsoi unbroken record of helpfulness and achievement. in my own county Mr. S. R. Boswell, and his able, courteous assistant, Mr. Clarence D. Ashton. have been, and are performing' h difficult task in a thoroughly workmanlike manner. To the efforts ef-forts of these able gentlemen are due in great measure the successful success-ful harvesting of an almost record re-cord crop in the face of unprecedented unpre-cedented difficulties. The greatest service, of course, is the dissemination dissemi-nation of essential information which busy farmers have no means of gettting for themselves. It is precisely here that the average av-erage governmental official takes the greatest delight in making the nci!rinp: farmer feel that he is a little less than the dust beneath the great one's feet. And for that reason the unfailing courtesy and consideration, and spirit of gen uine cooperation at all times dis- nlayed by the above named genM? man seems to be worthy of the warmest encomiums. If it wasn't for human relation 3 I think this farming business would become utterly unbearable. Some time ago in this column I suggested that our own Utah In dians might be advantageously used tc solve our critical labor situation. There are now a number num-ber i f Indian canrns here in my own neighborhood. Some four families have been camped on our own farm. These are interesting people. They work around the neighbor hood wherever needed, and attend stricly to their own business. We have one lady, however, who stiil insists that, "Me no like to work for white boss. Me rather stay and work for Robertson." Incidentally, Inci-dentally, I have never heard an Indian refer to his womenfolk as squaws or women. They are always al-ways ladies. They never strike a child although frankly there have been occasions when I could wish they would forget that rule. They frequently drop into th? house in the evening, and are mannerly, well behaved guests a.? anyone could possibly wish. I don't know how our neighbors manage, but when these peopls pick tomatoes for us we leave the matter entirely in their hands. They keep count of the number of boxes they pick, and their tally always corresponds with the number num-ber of boxes we haul out of tha field. The weight is exceptionally good, and the test entirely satisfactory. satis-factory. Sunday evening the Robertson clan were honored by a visit from the Happy Chappies, a group of local lo-cal young men who have become nationally famous on the radio by their playing and singing of American Am-erican folk songs, and their at; tractive wives. Theirs is my fav orite brand of music. It springs right from the soil. It reflects the woes and the joys of a younger America that did more work in a shorter period of time than the world had ever known before. even if it did collect a little dirt v.ier it-:? fintr-nail3. Take your heavily complicated classical compositions, com-positions, or your drooling songs of self-pity from Tin-pan Alley or Hollywood. Me, I'll take mountain music! My thanks to the Happy Chappiec for the most enjoyable evening I've spent in a long time. The other evening I strolled into a public amusement centeer on State Street, in Salt Lake City. I found myself behind several young Japanese boys and their girls. I remained a few feet behind and watched them for a time. They came to an- electric shooting machine ma-chine where the target was a Japanese Jap-anese general in full uniform. The Japanese boys plunked him with just a much zest as any of the American soldiers who patronized the place. I followed them up a stairway to where baseballs were being thrown at the detachable heads of three figures representing Hitler, Hirohito, and some big-jawed individual in-dividual whose name I have forgotten. for-gotten. The Japanese girls applauded ap-plauded roundly when one of the boys succeeded in knocking the block off the Son of Heaven. I listened to the typically young American chatter of these youngsters, young-sters, and if ther is anything "alien" about them then I am a cannibal from Timbuctoo. Theirs is & hard row to hoe, and they are conducting themselves with admirable self-possession and res traint. A Daily Picture of What's Going on in National Affairs Br Drew Peono (Major Robert S. Allan o active duty). WASHINGTON Secretary of War Stim-son Stim-son is a man of great composure, but he was visibly perturbed when a delegation from the Senate and House Military Affairs Committee called to protest the transfer of Gen. George Marshall from the position of chief of staff to become allied commander-in-chief when the 2nd Front starts across the Channel. Secretary Stimson at first looked shocked that anyone knew about Marshall's impending transfer, but did not deny that it was in the works. He did deny, however, that it was being made at the behest of the British. "A man should serve where he can render the greatest service to his country," Stimson told his callers. His Congressional callers, however, contended con-tended that to. remove Marshall from the position posi-tion of chief of staff, where he helped decide strategy for all war fronts, would be a blow to the war. They argued that he was the best qualified and most experienced man in the army to decide strategy for all fronts, and that placing him in England would give him only one field of military operation. They argued that Marshall not be moved at all, or if he must be moved, that he become General of the Armies, which would put him in charge of all American war policy. StJmson liste.td carefully,- said little. IB the end. however, he observed that the matter was "still in the making-' and "asked his callers not to accept Marshall's transfer "as the completed com-pleted thing." OCD TO CONTINUE Rumors about OCD folding up now can be embalmed. Ever since the news leak on Jim Landis' appointment as State Department coordinator co-ordinator in Cairo, it was reported that the office of Civilian Defense would be taken apart and the pieces given to the War Department and Charley Taft for his Community War Ser-ices Ser-ices program. Inside fact is that an Executive Order was drafted for this purpose but was blocked largely large-ly through the efforts of quiet but effective Harold Smith of the Budget Bureau. He believed be-lieved that although air raid duty would be lessened, there was a big job to be done by millions mil-lions of volunteers toth in War Service work and Protective activity against accidents and fires. So OCD's army of 11,000,000 volunteers now seems to be assured of continued organization organiza-tion and leadership for the duration. John Martin, Mar-tin, a former Rhodes Scholar, now serving as Acting Director of OCD, is young, 34, but tough-minded and hard-working. He thinks that OCL' must be frank with the American people, peo-ple, that there is no longer much canger of serious bombing, but that there are other jobs to do. He has come up through the mill in OCD since the days of Mayris Chaney, Mrs. Roosevelt's Roose-velt's dancing girl, at which time he and Jim Landis began to clean house. TIRES GO TO WASTE A scrap dealer named Morris Kaplan came hustling into the War Production Board the other day. He said: "Look here, I've got an inventory of 450 tires in my place in Cambridge, (Mass.) today, and they're gathering dust and getting in the way. I had more than that, but I- took 200 tires and scrapped them just because I got tired of stumbling over them. "Those tires.' said Kaplan, "are good secondhand second-hand tires, and they ought to be put on somebody's some-body's car, not thrown out for scrap. But the red tape of rationing is too much for us, so they go for scrap." Kaplan's tale fell on sympathetic ears in, the WPB, where officials would like to move odd-size tires from second-hand dealers all over the country. But they are thwarted by the red tape of rationing. To get a tire of any kind, old, new, regular size or odd size, you must have a certificate from the ration board. When a buyer starts that difficult routine, however, he decides that nis troubles might as well be invested in the best kind of tire he can get, so he buys a new tire. Result is that the second-hand tires go unused, and are cluttering clut-tering up junk yards all over the country. WPB experts name New England as the worst area in this respect, other tough spots being New York State, Ohio, and the far south. WPB's Dr. Warren Lee would like to change the routine and not require certificates for second-hand tires but OPA says all tire transactions must pass through ration boards, for registration of numbers. Meantime, hundreds of thousands of usable tires are in the junk yards, getting too dry and hard for use in the future. SUPER-SLEUTH'S ADVICE FBI's Super-sleuth, J. Edgar Hoover has a lecture which he delivers to his bureau chiefs every so often. "Remember," he says, "that . you're not bureaucrats. You're servants of the people. And now and then it's a good thing to get out of Washington and brush up on what the people are thinking and talking about. "Desk-sitting in Washington," says Hoover, "is all right for a while. But after too long a time it makes a man think he's a little tin god. That's the first sign of that disease called 'bureaucracy,' and if you don't cure it right away it gets virulent. So nip it in the bud by getting out with the real people of the nation." Hoover himself practices what he preaches. Three or four times a year, he gets away from Washington for a swing around his chief FBI offices. He has just returned from an inspection inspec-tion trip which took him through Detroit to the West Coast and back. "Sitting out under the Sierra mountains," says Hoover, "you look around and realize that despite the headaches of bureaucracy and the turmoil of war, this world has gone on a lot longer than any of us and will be here for a long time afterward." MERRY-GO-ROUND Dr. T. V. Soong, China's Foreign Minister, received the press for a conference at the Embassy Em-bassy in Washington. As he was speaking, a photographer tried a close-up. "Will you wait till I finish?" said Soong. "You caught me with my mouth open. I might be a fly-catcher!" . . . A Southern belle who works in Office of Civilian Civ-ilian Defense declined an invitation to a buffet supper given by Deputy Director Major General Ulysses S. Grant -IIT. "With rec611ections of the Civil War," she declared stoutly, "I wouldn't be seen at a party with anybody named General Grant." (Copyright 193 by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) After the war, when productive might of America is put to the proper use, it will control the standards of living in the world. American mass production can mold the future of people every wh ere. Bernard Baruch. |