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Show Page; two PROVO (UTAH) SUNDAY' HERALD, JULY 6, 1941 7FW PaaHafcoa ftwr mula.r Mmlw Battr Haral Bra? Aftraeem Zxe.p r Satartfay , aa4 , Bandar fa utMvtr "Haaaa a taa Herald Corporattea. - weat atrast. PraTa,' Utaa. Enterad m tMM Mw matter : at the poetafnee la Prora, Utah, ander tha act at Maxell - S, HHi-;. S";: : iv;,,-.. it.ie'v-M;-' .-' t;.v OUmea. Mtoai Rethmaa, MatkmaJ Advertlata repre-aeBtatreea, repre-aeBtatreea, New Terk. Baa Fraaetaee, Detroit. Boetoa. Ln Antrelea, -Chteeaa. . u- - ?-- Member Uattea Preaa. H. V A. aarrica. Kdltara Bzehaaaa. tha - Serleaa Leere a( Newspepera and Aodlt Maraaa at Clrealatlon. - . ' . , - abeertpttoa terms hr earrtee ta Ota a eoaaty. M aeasa ta aaoata. tor IU aaeataa. to ad ranee; fk.Tt tae year, la a4 ranee; hr man ta eoanty. f i ; oatalda eeaaty .T tha year ta adranea. -. Taa Herald erHl aa aaeame financial responsibility for may arrora wbfcsa amy appear a advertisement published la It colamna. ta those Inataneaa tea paper la at fault, it will repetat that part af taa edrerUeesaeae a taa Upogiapalcal aalstake eecara, America Needs ALL Her Strength Sometimes we Americans forget one thing, that sets us apart from every other country on earth. It is this : we are a people made up of many peoples. In that lies strength : not weakness. - In European countries where there is a mixed population, popula-tion, one strain usually dominates. Others are always less than equal to this dominant strain, always made to feel that they fall short in an effort to adjust themselves to a mold. Most often they are whipped and jammed by force into that unwelcome mold ; of late years those esteemed not to fit have been simply murdered. . That is not the American way. Here there is no dimin-ant dimin-ant strain. There is, perhaps, a majority strain, but it cannot can-not be a "dominant" strain in the European sense as long as the rights of minorities are protected. Minorities of racial, religious, cultural strains which differ dif-fer from that of the majority are not made to feel that they are at best inferior imitations of the majarity norm. We glory in our differences, and we feel that in them is strength, for each group has something definite to contribute. The sum of those contributions must be greater than any accomplishment by a single inbred group which shuts a lid down on the abilities of others. The thing that binds all together to-gether in the United States is not a phony racial doctrine, but the joyous and spontaneous loyalty of diverse peoples who have learned to live together, and found it good. In the defense effort, equal opportunities to help should be extended so far as practicable to .all, not as a grudging concession to a moral principle, but as a practical recognition of the practical fact that all .are equally needed. The test is not, "Who are you?" but "What can you do?" It is wise and right that both in the military services and in defense industries, broadening opportunities should be gradually grad-ually opening up (and they are) to Americans of colored blood. It is wise and right that America should not deprive itself (as Germany has done) of the loval services of Jews arid Catholics because of their race or religion. It is wise and right that America, fostering mother of a hundred races, religions, and peoples, should call on all alike to defend her. That is our strength. Let us use it. OUT OUR WAY by Williams ( SERGEANT, C3ET X VEPCV Y OvVOOH V EIGHTTEEM I SOME. OF THE MEM . WELL, I ALL THAT I YEARS OF I I WITH THEIR. SABERS V SIR J SABER. 7SABER. DRILL. I . A AMD CUT A LOT OF J V DRl LL IKJ TH' CAVALRY- yw V BRUSH TO KEEP ) FOR. 1 AM XVE WEVEP2. 'OT?8WtaMt WAGOMS S r THIS 7 CUT AMVTHIK1G. VoJWJ FRoV r V IIS BUT MVSEL.Fi SfcV XT BOGGING ) ) -1 ' f SOME BROJShf, zzzz 1 J : , .. . SECTION TWO Was Thirilcing- Now History Twenty-five Years Ago Today What One Man Saw One man. in a long lifetime, saw these things: His mother murdered, his father imprisoned, "his grandfather grand-father exiled in a futile rebellion for freedom when he was 3. His country divided, oppressed, for 50 long, .turbulent years. His country fought over bv two great opposing forces in the World War, devastated and stricken again and again. Its independence declared four years later. Two years later, .a bitter and almost disastrous war with the new Soviet state. Twenty years of effort to establish republican government govern-ment in the face of old racial and nationalist hatreds. Another war, and his country overrun by blitzkrieg and partitioned in a few weeks. Less than a year later, another fierce Campaign sweeping sweep-ing across its prostrate body. All this, in Ignace Jan Paderewski's 80 years. Yet de spite it all, he was able to live a full and productive life in art. From the Files of Tins PROVO HERALJ1 July 6, 1916 Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Knight and some friends escaped serious in jury when the automobile in which they were riding: overturned as they were returning: to Provo from Payson. In the car besides the Knights were Mrs. Diantha Wors ley, Mrs. Georgia Cluff and Miss Sena Chnstcnscn. oOo The July Fourth celebration was featured by a preparedness parade in which Troop F of the volunteer cavalry for the Mexican war, com posed of Utah county boys, was trie cynosure. The following- officers were ap pointed ror Troop F of the volun tcer cavalry: Captain, Freeman Bassett; first lieutenant C. H. Arns; second lieutenant. A. R Meyers or G. L. Baron; first ser geant, K. F. King-; quartermaster, vv. is. btark; sergeants, K. Boshard f. iienson, H. Martins, H. E. Botts; corporals, R. J. Cunning ham. A. L. Hatch, Li. Fleming, w. u,. (jrawtord and K. Decker. Roy Roberts, Provo youth, suf fered a fractured wrist and cuts and bruises when knocked from his bicycle by an automobile at Third West and Center street. John Archibald won the Fourth of July bicycle handicap, although vvniiam Oliver made the best time, 8:55, for the 3.3-mile dis tance. Starting After Another Bottleneck Sfc a. With Local Writers Each week this column will feature the activities and achievements of the Provo League of Writers. By ANNA PRINCE REDD Local writers and B. Y. U. students stu-dents of creative writing have been fortunate this summer in hearing lecturers of unusual eminence emi-nence in the field of journalism. One of the most recent of these being the appearance of Lili Rendy Foldes, journalist and feature article ar-ticle writer, wife of Andor Foldes the eminent concert pianist who is a visiting professor at the Y summer school. Petite, vivacious, young and wholly charming, Mrs. Foldes delights de-lights her audience. As much by her presence as by her recital of exciting personal experiences in interviewing world celebrities and 'off track' characters wherever she goes. And that's about everywhere. every-where. Born in Budapest, Hungary, she early decided, not that she wanted to be, but to be a journalist. Her first adventure on her own with AUNT HET By ROBERT QUELLEN. "I reckon I'm gettin old. I thought magazine stories weren't as good as they used to be, but I notice young folk like 'em as well as I used to." Four Y'ers Win Advanced Degrees By ELSIE C. CARROL I was thinking how true are the words of Margaret Sangster who describes the joys of gpjng; away from home, but concludes her poem with "There's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again.s' No matter how pleasant the time away from home may be, tinder normal conditions, there's a greater great-er joy in coming home. This home instinct la deeply en-grooved en-grooved in the human race. From' earfy times a man's house -has been recognized as his castle and his fortress where no one has a right in intrude. It has also been his defense against injury and violence vio-lence and his sanctuary for quiet and repose. It doesn't require much to make a home in this essential meaning' of the word, for as Charles Swain says: "Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures rung and gilded; Home is where affection calls Filled with shrines the heart has builded." .It is these "shrines the heart has buRded" that really make the home. They may be invisible shrines, but they are very real. They may be the memories of love-and-laughter-fiUed years that have long passed by Some strange essence es-sence of those years lingers on in the rooms where once people grew from babyhood, through boy and girlhood to man and womanhood and passed out from the four walls of one home tb build up the four walls of other homes. They passed out and may seldom return in person, per-son, but something of them they left behind that is as real and precious as their faces and forms. mat sometmng remains on through the years a shrine that makes home dear. It is there, warm and comfortable to greet the homecomer after each sojourn. Other shrines are more tangible a dining table with precious scratches and blemishes, calling to membory many glad hours, dog-eared books, $ld - fashioned chair by a fireplace, pieces of handiwork, gifts from loved ones whose footsteps will never sound again, except in memory. The heart is a great builder of shrines. One of the saddest phases of the present war is the destruction of such shrines. When I read of the bombing of a city, I mourn for the destruction of the lives, for the destruction of the great monuments monu-ments of art. And I mourn, too, for the destruction of these priceless price-less shrines in the hearts of DeoDle have builded within the walls thev i called home. I think of the mothers i coming up out of bomb shelters to find only a mass of wreckage where their home stood the night before. The first shock from their Joss must be terrific. They must Invariably compute that loss in dollars and cents.' They must inevitably in-evitably think of the years, of effort ef-fort they spent in creating the homes wiped out in one tragic moment. There are other losses they do not think of then, s It may be that they can build up the walls of a home once more. But the shrines the heart has builded in the old home are gone forever. That is a cost of war which never can be computed. Home is a word so rich in connotation con-notation that one's thoughts could wander , endlessly through its aureola au-reola of associations. To me the most pitiable of all human creatures crea-tures is the homeless one. No matter how poor the abode may be, no matter how many sorrows and disappointments have entered its door, home is still to most people the dearest spot on earth. I love to go away from home, but I seldom return after a long or a short absence without finding myself repeating Longfellow's lines: '"Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest." LAKE VIEW MRS. AADIX SHAW Reporter Phone OlS-R-t The Misses Edna Scott, Vir ginia Taylor, Donna David, Donna Scott of Lake View and Beatrice Killian of Salem left Friday morn ing for the summer vacation. They will stay at Jenny's lake for some time then journey through tne parks on the return trip. The Y. M. M. I. A. will have Charge of the services at the Sunday evening meeting. A spe ciai program has been arranged and a good turnout Is anticipated The many friends of Nadine Scott of Provo, eleven-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. LaMar Scott, formerly of Lake View, fell off a bicycle while on an errand Friday morning breaking her left arm very severely. This is the fourth time of this girl to break her arms each time being a pure accident, All friends hope for her speedy recovery and that her luck for broken bones will have been completed. FORUM fn Agin 'Ema Failure Tq Observe -t Traffic Rules Hit Editor Herald: - ; The killing of a pet, so touch ingly lamented in this column recently, re-cently, does not adequately stress the need of greater highway safety. safe-ty. For the safety which concerns us is that of humans. Likewise it, is not the sentiment of pathos at a child's loss which challenges our sense of community dicipline and self-respect, but rather, a rising anger at the heedless heed-less lack of concern, and evident irresponsibility which characterizes character-izes the driving of so many users of cars. And it is precisely upon this the mental attitude where we (any" of. us who feel this to be our affair) should place our finger, In an attempt to locate the cause of "dangerous car operation" that constantly registers in accident, death and dismay. -When people 'at the wheel' refuse re-fuse to observe the mere rudiments of caution, courtesy and mild regulation, only because a 'cop' is not watching them, there is an indication of a growing, rather than a diminishing unconcern in those drivers for a commonplace discipine, without which a community com-munity may never lift itself out of the "hick" stage of mental outlook. out-look. There are other angles to this thing, too. When the same driver can repeatedly recover from the insurance company, after accidents of considerable financial consequence conse-quence (and probably of similar cause in each case), it tends to raise the unhealthy suspicion that the public has not the hearty cooperation co-operation of all agencies, in the elimination of a disgraceful incompetence. in-competence. Some are inclined to blame the traffic officers. But. if it will bo observed what the proportion of thoughtless drivers is to the scrupulously scrup-ulously careful, one will have to conclude that this is almost a matter for an adult-school-room, rather than one to put up to the relatively few officers we have here in Provo, to correct and control. LEONARD A. WILLIS After July, Brazilian truck and bus operators must eauin one in every 10 vehicles with gas-burning mechanisms, says the department depart-ment of commerce. GUERNSEY MAN SPEAKS LOGAN Karl B. Musser of Peterborough, New Hampshire, secretary of the American Guernsey Guern-sey Cattle clb and editor of the Guernsey Breeders' Journal, will address guernsey breeders of Utah on Friday, July 11 at Salt Lake City. Professor George B. Caine, head of the dairy department at Utah State Agricultural college announces. Four graduates of Brigham Young university received advanc ed degrees in the recent com- ; "JT1 V . ! sity of Wisconsin at Madison, it was reported this week by Pro fessor Joseph K. Nicholes of B out introduction or appointment. was an interview with England's Lara iieaverbrook. How she dis covered him in the dining room of a hotel in Budapest, waited at the door and accosted him not his secretary as she should have done as he came out, is an amaziner as it is humorous story. The host of correspondents and reporters who had failed to get interviews with the stateman, believing her success to be the result of start ling technique not the frightened frighten-ed inexperience that it really was took the story to their editors. By night she was well known. The editor to whom she submitted her Beaverbrook article who of course had heard the story, was amazed to find it good. Within three weeks she was a regular staff member of his paper. Which happened to be one of the largest daily papers in the city. Since then she has found material for her articles in strange, out-of-the-way places of me eartn. interesting, amazkier and often dangerous places. From sultans to a 91 year old bridegroom bride-groom too shaky to hold his own glass while he toasted his verv young bride. From GoebeLs to a London subway cashier behind his little dark window where only the hands of his customers is all he sees, yet who is an authority on numan nature from such daily contact with hands. Mrs. Foldes is a keen literarv analyst. When asked if she has a favorite American novelist, she promptly named Thomas Wolfe. in commenting, she said: "The most essential quality of a writer is to be able to write. And that isn't being facetious. Thomas Wolfe is a writer. He has a meditative, medi-tative, exciting philosophy of life that satisfies me completely.' She is disappointed that his "You Can't Go Home Again" should lail to be a best seller along with iiemmuigway's current novel wnicn appeared simultaneously, in New York, this year. She thinks Hemmingway immensely interesting interest-ing but, not so great a writer as Wolfe. In commenting on other American novelists she said: "Aldus Huxley characterizes with every sentence." Upton Sinclaire is perhaps the most widely read in Europe. Sinclaire Lewis is a brilliant writer. And oh there are so many others. All American writers interest in-terest me. Especially those that reveal new phases of character." Mrs. Foldes disagrees with the critics who say America can only lay claim to greatness in the short story. Asked to discuss realism she said: All the persuasion of my friends could not take me to see Tobacco Road. . . . It is not a mistake to present realism, but Y. U. on his return from a two weeks' trip in the middle west. Ph. D. degrees were conferred upon Henry J. Nicholes, Lynn L, Gee, and Mark A. Stahmann and a master's degree upon Paul Boyer. All four students went to Wis consin from B. Y. U. as scholar ship winners. Cranium Crackers WORLD'S WARSHIPS Naval battles and launchlngs have put a number of great war ships in the news all over the world. Jdentify the type of each of the following named war ves sels and tell to which nation it belongs. 1. Tuscaloosa, York, Conte di Cavour. 2. Admiral Scheer, Scharn-horst. Scharn-horst. South Dakota. 3. Wasp, Illustrious, Ryuzyo. 4. Mogador, Defender, Farra-gut. Farra-gut. 5. Thames, U-37, Repulse. Answers oo Page 4, Sec. 2 alone it never constitutes literature. litera-ture. She believes fiction should be 'art for art's sake,' leaving problem prob-lem and fact to non-fiction forms. That novels should be read for sheer enjoyment, for style, char acterization and human interest and geographic education. "This is my opinion, as a writer," she said. "As a person I am forced to admit that the public wants its pills sugar-coated; its medicine in broken doses." Of her book Mrs. Foldes says: "I am embarrassed to speak of it. It is so unexplainable ! . . . . My heroes and heroines are parts of the human body. They tell more about us than, the whole of us. We are so civilized and inhibited that one can talk to a person for weeks and not know him at all. To find the truth one must analyze gestures, expressions, hands, feet, eyes. Every part -of the body has a sense of its own." Here she told the story of the subway cashier. One of the most interesting and productive of all her interviews. Possibly the source of the idea for her book. To talk with Lili Rendy Foldes one half hour is to remember her for the rest of your life. She will be here in Provo with her equally charming husband for another engagement next year, at which time she will give several lectures, more than her crowded schedule would permit for this year. O SERIAL STORY ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE BY DONNA ASHWORTH Copyright, imi, nca service. inc. TESTEHDAYi Settled ! Farm. mw AM Marshall roes raarrk. neeta Knt Hlkp mm Hlallk-. ai. peets Km to ea 11. bat he to ' Btotaer Tlalff as- a a A to a am I a. Aaa aeea herself altttaa; aloae, while Kea eacorta aua asaiaer. COUNTRY CLUB SURPRISE CHAPTER VII , AT last Farmington had recog nized Ann. Slowly, fearfully, as if afraid it might do the wrong thing, it had taken her in. tfeigb bors had called.' She had been Invited to parties. And Ken had made it evident for all to see, that he was interested in her. Only his mother did no more than greet her at church. So far. the much. sought-after invitation to tea had not arrived. "That's just Mother, darling," ne explained. "It takes time. . "Time," snorted Ann as she looked into his eyes. "I came here the first of Februarv and now it's March. Have you told her yet that you expect to marry me?" "Darling," he protested. '"You know I haven't She would be horrified to know I could bo en. caged to a girl I had known less lhan two months. I have to go low. I want her to like you and approve of everythine we do. "Which reminds me. I'm taking you to the Country Club, darling, to the ODeninir snrine formal. You will get to know everybody you caven c met There are a lot of members in the smaller towns around and then they invite people peo-ple from Richmond. It really is quite an affair. After that you won't need to worry about what people are going to say." "I'm not worrying." She laughed up at mm as the car slid along through the March night. The moon was full and it made the landscape into a fairyland. The faint fragrance of spring was in the air. "I have you and whether your mama likes me or not doesn't make any difference. I cared at first, because she was so snooty and alL but I don't now, because I don't think she would ever like any girl you were interested in. She'd always try to keep you from marrying her, and she wouldn't think anybody who didn't have an army of illustrious ancestors was good enough for you anyway. So I don't really care any more." rm glad, darling, because I can't change her, but one of these days she'll unbend all at once and ask you to tea." , : . Ann snuggled down against him, her head against his shoulder. Why argue about Ken's mother? Why argue about anything? She was beside him, his arm was about ner snouiaers, they were driving through a perfect moonlit night, and that was all that mattered. "It may be too late when she does." She laughed as she snoke. "I might have another engage ment, tsui forget about her. Kiss me and tell me vou love m nri let's think about the danc and what a good time we are going 10 nave." A NN planned for the dance 1 ii j. . wsciij, uuugut a new aress for the occasion. As she sat before be-fore her dressing tabl that mVht giving a final touch to her makeup, make-up, Sally stood back and surveyed ner. "You look lovelr. I do believe you get more beautiful every day. Ana say what you will, this rest nas aone you a world of eood. naant realized now tired you were; now you look as fresh as a spring day." "Thanks. I horie Farminrton uuiiks so," answered Ann as she stood up and for the twentieth time looked at the full view re flection of herself to see that everything was rieht. Her hair was rouea mgn in front and hung in a mane of cold about her shoul ders. Her dress was white satin, a slim gleaming sheath that revealed re-vealed her white throat and ghoul. ders, that fell in a swirl of folds aoout ner ankles, with a lovely jeweied belt and cups. She hadn't realized that she could look so young. Her eyes were snining. She had never looked better in her life. She caught up her velvet wrap. aye, darling. Wish me luck." She ran down the steps to meet twen. This was . as she har. dreamed, the wide curving stair case, we stately nan, Ken waiting, watchine her as she came toward him. "You're lovelv. sweet " He caught her as she reached the last steD. 'Lovelier than I've ever seen you. Everybody will be crazy aooui you. The car sued over the hirfiwav. into the Country Club driveway. The echo of laughter floated out from the clubhouse, the music of an orchestra, cav voices. Sh this was Farmington's society at play. ,--' TT seemed strange to be dancing with Ken. She had danced with him only once before. "Do you like to dance with me?" she teased, her eyes laughing up into his. "Remember I'm the na tion's best? . . - "Like the breath of thistledown. H have to strupple ta hnM mv own. See all those men looking at you. I can feel a rush coming com-ing on." "I hope so," she murmured, her eyes dancing. The music had stopped. People were crowding about; men were asking for dances. Ann had never known this kind of dancing, this way of being rushed, had never heard this kind of compliments. At intermission she walked out on the veranda with Ken, clinging to his arm. It was chilly, but she did not even feel the cold as she stood bv the norch railing looking out over the rolling fields toward Farmington, twinkling in the distance like a tiny jeweL The stall were so close she felt she coulsi reach up and touch mem. i-oia sne wasn t cold, not when her heart was warm and glowing. "You've pone over hi 9. Ann. wrr sweet You're perfect Everybody is crazy about you." Cars were racing into the drive way. There were shouts, more laughter as the occupants came up the steps. " . "Who are they?" Ann asked as she watched from the shadows. 'The crowd from Richmond. T guess. They're always late. No telling who it is. We'll go in as soon as the music starts and see." The music was beginning aeain. Couples were drifting iito the oauroom. As Ann and Ken stood mo ment at the entrance, watching the scene before them, there was a startled exclamation from a tail, rather handsome, middle-aged man standing in the staeline lust a little beyond them. He was star ing at Ann, "Jean! Am I seeine thlnrs? Am I crazy? Jean darling!" HE rushed toward Ann, catching net . MiuuiuciB, - iwcrmg inio her face. She had a glimpse of dark blue eves, straight crrwi-. looking features, black hair sprinkled sprin-kled liberally with gray, but she couldn't think, for he was flinsinc? words at her. . "Jean . . . you aren't '. . vni can't be Jean Ann. . . . Why it'a been 25 years. II thought you Were dead.? 'I I'm sorry." She stumble for words. Her head was sDinnint 'John, you're crazvf" Km nwWa quickly. "What's the matter? Did you nave wo much to drink before be-fore you left Richmond, or after?' m noi arunx, nut I m crazy. think, seeinz ehost Rhp' v. image of Jean mv first it couldn't be. Who are you?" . ' .rxm jean Ann Marshall." Ana found words at last. " "Rut uv Who are you?". : ; I I m John MarRhnTT. frnm Richmonctl I I think I must be your father," he said-' (To Be Continued ' I |