OCR Text |
Show PAGE FOUR PROVO (UTAH) DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1942 ( Excepting anad&x Saturday mm M Ptabllsksd Sunday Mernlnc Published by ths Rerald Corporation. ( Mtk rtm Waal Street, Pro to, Utah. Kq tared aa aaoond Us nattar at tha postofflce ' la SToto, Utah, andsr the act of March . 1ST. Umu, Nleol Rathman. National Advert!-ra Advert!-ra rapreBaatatlvsev New York, Ban Francisco, ta trait. Boston. Lm Aacalaa. Cnleaco. afsmbar United Praaa. N. B. JL. Berrlee. Hm Serippa leacae of Newspapers and odtt Buraaa of Circulation. TJbertr through all tha land" Tha Ubrrty Ball Babserlptioa terms br enrrlor a Utatr ' eonnty. ' l eanta tha month. It.t far ats month, in advance; T.i tha year. In adraaoos by mall anywhere "la .United Slates or Ma possessions ft eanta tha month; !. lac ets monthaj t.TI tha year tn advance, Tha Herald will not assume financial' responsibility re-sponsibility for , any arrora which may appaar , In advertisements published In Ita eelumaa. Xa thoaa Inatancaa where tha pa par to at faalt. It will raprtnt that part of, tha advertisement fca which tha typographical mistake eeeera, Let Nothing You Dismay In Czechoslovakia unsightly rubble rub-ble is the only reminder of what used to be the little village of Lidice. From somewhere in Nazi captivity, women and children mourn husbands, hus-bands, fathers, sons, brothers who were murdered coldbloodedly, in Lidice, because Czechs dared fight for their country. In Greece, women and children whose only fault was being born non-Germans, literally are dying from starvation, while their Nazi conquerors gorge on food that would save those innocent lives. In Norway men, women and children chil-dren are suffering from bitter cold because their warm clothing and fuel have been taken to Germany for Nazi use. What is happening to the Poles, and to Jews of every nationality, to satisfy the sadism of Hitler and his colleagues, is too gruesome to be told in detail. In France, in Belgium, in Holland, in Yugoslavia, in Denmark, in China, in the Philippines and all over the Orient, the marks of the beasts are cut deep into lands that never asked more than the privilege of living their own lives in their own ways. ' Americans, at home, have been spared. Yet today on Guadalcanal, in North Africa, in "New Guinea, on the waters of the seven seas and in the air everywhere, Americans and British and refugees from the occupied occu-pied countries are dying in defense of fundamental human rights. 'Against the sad world background, back-ground, it sounds pretty empty to shout Merry Christmas, doesn't it? Have we any right to a Merry Christmas, with bright-lighted evergreens ever-greens bedecked with gifts from, everybody to everybody else to Merry Christmas, with, turkey or J 'liliillllllllllllllllllll I l-lf goose, Christmas - pudding with brandy sauce, and all that comes between, including the wines? There are many who say - "No," and most of us have reduced the scale both of celebration and of giving. giv-ing. But still we are observing Christmas Christ-mas in the traditional manner. And why not? 1 Christmas, though sometimes we forget, is the birthday of that Christ whose teachings w,e are fighting to preserve. We are giving both wealth and blood to protect the spirit of the Golden Rule, which probably can not be paraphrased better than in the words of St. Paul to the Ephes-ians: Ephes-ians: - "It is more blessed to give than to receive." There can be no incongruity about devoting this one day, in the midst of total war, to celebrating the birth of Christ; and certainly there can be no more appropriate observance of this day than through giving to others. Last Christmas was blacker than we knew then. Last Christmas, if the Japs had known it, the arsenal-pantry arsenal-pantry of democracy lay wide open for a knockout blow. Now, thanks to the fortitude of our 1 allies and the astounding energy of our own people, the tide of battle has begun to turn. We can see ahead further than the optimists think, yet still in sight that Christmas Christ-mas when all the oppressed peoples of the world can join us in whole-souled whole-souled festival. ' Therefore, 1 with proper restraint and a deep sense of personal gratitude grati-tude that we in this hemisphere still remain free to carry on the tradition: God rest ye merry, Gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay; Remember, Christ the Savior Was born on Christmas Day. Washington Merry - Go - Round K tn M T-v- -X X7U' n.; t T TTt',1 H By Irr Pearson (Major t UU.11V riblUIC UJ "uuio iiuuuiiui nuixxxo Kobert Allrn on active duty) WASHINGTON Washington hotels are now getting advance reservations from the ship lobbyists, who are already preparing for one of the first big fights of the new CongTess. It will be a raid on the tax-till by the shipowners with cheers from the Maritime Commission- in order to get a higher price for the ships seized seiz-ed by the Government to transport troop3 Jid cargoes overseas. Hundreds of these ships have been expropriated expro-priated under the President's emergency powers, pow-ers, and a lot of them already have been sunk. Now the question is: What is a fair prico to pay the owners? Center of this fight is hard-boiled Comptroller Comp-troller General Lindsay Warren, one of the few public servants still zealous in protecting the taxpayer. Lindsay sat in Congress aftor the last war. watched lush, sky-high awards being passed pass-ed out to shipowners. He determined to stop a repetition of . that gravy grab. So while still in Congress he sat on the committee which framed the present law to prevent the profiteering of World War I. Today Lindsay Warren is Comptroller General, Gen-eral, the watchdog of the Treasury, answerable only to Congress. As such he has already tangled vigorously with the Maritime Commission in his determination to carry out the law he hrlped write. That law provides that a shipowner shall be paid a fair price, but in no case shall the value of the ship be enhanced by the war, in other words by the increased prices as a result :pf the scarcity of ships. Despite this, the Maritime Commission already al-ready has paid prices w'hich the Comptroller General's office considers exorbitant. Ships whose pre-war price per ton ranged from $16.59 to $69.14' have been purchased by the Maritime Commission for over $100 ' per ton within the last nine months. The Commission claims that ship prices were depressed in 1939 when the law was written. writ-ten. Lindsay Warren, however, claims that this is for the courts and Congress to decide, that the Maritime -Commission has no business going over their head. That is why the powerful ship lobby, one of the smoothest in Washington, already is polishing up the cocktail-shakers and preparing to beguile the new Congress into passing around the gravy bowl. CHRISTMAS IN TUB WHITE HOUSE In the "dear dead days" of economic depression de-pression back in 1934, Christmas in the Whito House began - two days before with a tea to members of the President's staff. But not today to-day . . . The Roosevelts like to make a lot of Christmas, love to have their many children and grandchildren around them. But it will not be that way today. Four boys are in the service, scattered all over the world, the many grandchildren grand-children Also are scattered throughout the U. S. A. . . . However, Mrs. Roosevelt plans a small family tree with candles ... "A Christmas Christ-mas tree," she says, "does not look right without with-out real candles. It must smell of hot ever green." . . . But the tree will be treated with a fireproof solution . . . Economical Cal Coolidge always gave his office staff pass-me-on gifts which he had received the year before . . . Chief highlight of the Hoover's Christmas was rotund Larry Richey dressed as Santa Claus, jumping out from the fireplace in the East Room loaded with gifts for the Hoover grandchildren grand-children . . . Mrs. Hoover liked to turn out all the lights while the family formed a procession proces-sion through the White House holding lighted candles . . . Mr. Hoover led the ' procession, solemnly grasping a candle in one hand. SAVING GASOLINE? . The Navy has 10 or 15 new station wagons costing around $1,500 a piece which it uses on a unique mission. From about 6 a. m. to 9 a. m., when officers arc coming to work, and again from 3 p. m. to 6:30 p. m., when they are leaving work, all these station wagons do is haul the officers approximately three blocks to their parking lot. Apparently, the high command considers three blocks too far to walk, despitcTthe urgent need of gasoline, despite the scarcity of tires, and despite the fact that all naval officers are supposed to get a certain amount of exercise to keep fit. MARCHING INTO TOKYO Mel Maas of Minnesota, who is both Marine Corps colonel and Congressman, has two mementos mem-entos from the Solomons a 50-yen Jap note and a 10-shilling note of Jap invasion money. Maas got the money off dead Jap soldiers. The other day 'he was displaying it to Rep resentative Gordon Canfield of New Jersey and two BHtish WRENS, comparable to our WAVES, who were having lunch with Canfield in the House restaurant. The WRENS, 3rd Officers Of-ficers Dorothy Taite and Elizabeth Gibson, were especially interested in the yen note, which was covered with bright-colored designs and pictures. "Be sure to give that money back to me," said Maas. "I have big plans for it." "Yes, these note3 will make a wonderful souvenir to show your grandchildren," commented com-mented one of the WRENS. "Souvenirs -nothing," exclaimed Maas. "I'm keeping that money to spend in Tokyo." FORGOTTEN COUNTRY A lonely old diplomat died in Washington the other day, almost unnoticed. He was the representative rep-resentative of one of Europe's littlest countries, one of the first to be swallowed by the Axis. For twenty years Faik Bey Kanitza, Minister Min-ister of Albania had won friends for his obscure country. But suddenly in April, 1939, his diplomatic diplo-matic world ceased to exist when Mussolini, greedily watching Hitler occupy Austria, decided de-cided that Italy's turn had come. He marched into defenseless Albania. The Queen of Albania had, given birth to a son and heir twenty-four hours before, was forced to flee to Greece. Kanitza never got over that "That poor baby," he moaned, almost more upset over the welfare of the tiny Crown Prince than the occupation or his country. (Copyright 1942 by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.) Christmas Eve pig "ZZI 1 - 1 f ' , I ' aaaaja1 O Utah Vers6 Contributions for this column should be sent to Mrs. Jessie 3. pal-ton, pal-ton, .024 South First East street, SpringvUle; Utah. Enclose self-addressed, self-addressed, stamped envelope if return of copy is desired. THE . CHRISTMAS MESSAGE Once more as Christmas time draws near, The angel's song will ring agatn Across a torn and bleeding world Its broken faith, its want and pain. Tears and mourning, dread and fear Grow with each approaching day, Tlu? homeless ones roam on and on A TA WAaMt anf Vntta Iftef 4Ka tifafr But somewhere in each troubled land, A mother's silent prayer Will reach the Master's throne on high And lay her anxious pleadings there. , The babe upon her aching; tTeast, The children at her' knee Will hear the same sweet story ttold. While candles light the Christmas tree. "Silent night, holy night," 0 hear that beautiful refrain. So full of comfort. , hope and love Its thrilling message lives again. And while -it lives triumphantly, . Mankind may find release . - From doubt, and turn at Christmas time . To, Him, the Prince of Peace. GRACE M. CANDLAND CHRISTMAS MORN Christmas morn I ran to see If Santa left a doll for me, . . With sleeping eyes and winkers, too, And curls tied with a bow of blue. A tree with branches all aglow Held the toys I wanted so. Even to the baby doll, A windup top and bouncing ball. Then I spied the clipper sled, Good St. Nick had brought for Ted. What fun! for two of us to ride On snow hills, where We often slide. Oh! A Jumping Jack is here, Tin soldiers, too, who have no fear ' Of Teddy Bear with glaring eyes Standing close, and twice their size. Christmas Morn is so much fun. With toys and gifts for everyonej 1 wish that it could always stay, And never have to go away. WYKOA HANSEN Christmas Morning, 1942 m ! u'n nnij ujjh aiiiii iuu. n. nun, ii iw wmm i hi imj. Mfw mniiiw : .-. " w. - .... ; " !.::').::. -. .. H .- .y " " '' n , t V.I . . -'- Willi1" X V h WAR QUIZ-; 1. Many U. S. flyers and .young Army officers wear single; silver bars like this. What rank does it signify? 2. How many A m e ri.c an s have purchased war bonds in the- 18 months they've been i on sale : 10,000; 4,500,000; , 25,-000,000; 25,-000,000; 50,000,000. 3 Besides the first part o their names, in what way are EI Alamein and Et Agheila alike? Answers on Page Three, Sec Two 0 Q's and AV Q What is the Tanaka Memo rial? A It is an outline of Japan's policy of aggression against Manchuria, Man-churia, China, Southern Asia and American outposts in the Pacific supposedly presented to the Emperor Em-peror of Japan on July 25, 1927, by Premier Tanaka.. Jalpan has officially denied its authenticity, but Japanese policy has followed its outline for the past 10 years omore. -.- Q What is Oregaho? A--It is the sage from Mexico which can be used in place of true sage which comes : mostly from Dalmatta, and So is cut off by "the war. Use this Mexican spice in poultry stuffing or leg of lamb. - Q What is the oldest toy known ? A The doll. Q Who was Little Chocolate in boxing? -, t i., Aj-nGeorge Dixon, world bantamweight ban-tamweight champion. -from 18S8 to- '92 and featherweight title-holder title-holder from '92 to 1900. , SERIAL STORY FRANTIC FESTIVAL BY EDMUND FANCOTT eorvKioHAltMsv, . jyWKA KVICK. INC. J ' Victor Keppltr Photo "Christmas stockings as usual" will prevail this yuletide season sea-son on the hearths of America but unlike other years, children are apt to evidence the greatest joy when a partially filled War Stamp album is included with toys and trinkets. Children welcome the opportunity to participate in America's war effort, and so the above scene is bound to be repeated millions of times on Christmas r.o.ning this year. Side Glances iff cert, wi v htA tttwiKt. xe. t. m. gq. u, at. err 6h, sure, I appreciate the cioll Aunt Molly sent me but he doesn I seem to understend this is a machine ace for women. THH STORY I Mjt Mck 1 aU Fay Ratkboae, two Maatrral glrim, are kallday surata of Frdy; Lor-ton, Lor-ton, artist, at kla cottage la the Laarentiaaa, Ferdy, arJs-ata kablt. fcaa Katkered aboat laa a triage assortment oC eoaapaadoaa. Lieoaa, tke ' artist's model,''' so ex-rites ex-rites tke adamlratloa of Beano, tko wrestler, tkat ke ajlTes ker one of tke atolea diamonds, tkat ' ka-re fal nto kla kaada. . " . CHRISTMAS, KISSES CHAPTER , VII ' " pHRISTM AS, ; DAY . was crisp and, sunny after the snow and f the car.carrVingthe party "of three drove up through the ijaurentian hills through a scene that looked like a Christinas card, ski chalets picked out with color, cabins, of yellow peeled logs , and' R-ench Canadian , farmhouses with . their picturesque curved roofs. Fay squeezed' between . Myra Mack and Lieutenant Benson. They were driving carefully on the range road that led to Ferdys cottage. The snow had not been ploughed and 1ie , car cut deep ruts through the glittering ' surface. sur-face. Luckily there had been no wind, and there were no drifts to stall the car. v "I'm sure Benny is . straight, according to his lights;" Myra was saying. "As for Beano, my bet is that he s too dumb to. do any thing wrong." - "Be that as it may," said Ross , Benson. "When : I called . at ihe jstudio to pick up Ferdy's mail the woman who cleans his place said there had been twp pairs of callers, call-ers, one was a police car . asking if a man dressed as Santa Claus had been seen to go in there yesterday. The incident " Was in the paper last - night, and some fool had telephoned the police saying they saw the man de scribed running into . Ferdy's place. .But the other pair were different" "What was wrong with them?" asked Myra. "They were up from the States," said Ross. "Said they were looking look-ing for a couple of friends of theirs, a big fellow and a little fellow." "That's a cood description," said Myra. "A bit on the general tide. What did the say they looked like?" "She's Scottish and she said ' lot but 'the gist of it was that she didn't like the looks of them. They asked her tien where ;the guy was who o wiled the studio and she told thenrto mind their own business, that he . was gone to his estate up ncrth for Chriat- '7 -:.',' : " mas, and if they. wanted further information they could go somewhere some-where else "for it." "H'm," said Myra. "Probably detectives. Maybe it's nothing much. Didn't he kick a boy or something in the store?" -, "The question is, shall we tell him or not when we get there?" "Maybe after Christmas is over. Pity to spoil it for him, if it is anything serious. You never can fell what Ferdy will pick up." . o 'pHAT was the only suspicion of a cloud that disturbed the holi day spirit, a small cloud, but one that had the potentialities' of a thundercloud. Ross had some doubt about setting, out with Fay on skis. He was a skier who felt that if girls Wanted to go' out with him they should be able , to keen un with uwm and look after . themselves. They climbed, with a short run down here and there, until they reached a hilltop from the bare rock of which they could see the top of Ferdy's house in the dis tance-over the treetops. Ross was warm and. puffing when they reached the top. "It's still warm up here but it will be pretty cold when that sun drops below the trees. What do you say to. a cigaret before we run down?" , She took the cigaret he of fered, her and .accepted his light. He was slightly disconcerted, to see her ' flushed- and bright-eyed .with . the exercise but looking as fresh as though she had just left the house. "Ski much?" he asked. -. -"Not as much as I'd like," Fay replied with a -quick smile at him as she drew in some smoke. "Work interferes." He looked, at her with 'a smile. Her lips were red with the ex ercise and had no other coloring on them. It suddenly struck him how much nicer lips were to. kiss that way than when they ' were waxed like a pair of skis with sticky stuff, "Look at me," be said. She did. Then as she took her cig aret from her mouth he leaned forward quickly and kissed her. Her head shot back from his kiss and her eyes had a disc'on- certinc and somewhat mocking smile behind them .thai made him feel as if he had been a small but impulsive boy doing ; some thing, that was .quite .out -of or der but which under the circum stances could be tolerated. : .."Like ft?" he said to cover: up his mbarrascment. . "Love it," she replied. "Bjit I like to : go, ' say, fifty-fifty J on these thUjgg." ..: She tried, to keep:. herX voice calm but she - had hard - work 'to do it. She 'wished he.'hadn't done that, not v because i she ': resented it but because .iie ' had made her breathe more 'quickly,like; a stick suddenly; plunging into deep water and ? stirring V the depths. The last thing" she wanted was to be disturbed in that way.' She did not want -to become involved with , any .man. Then she ws gone down the' trail that led down the mountainside. mountain-side. Ross threw his cigaret down in the snow and was after her , . CHE was running at a fast dip down a wide trail cut through the woods and -Ross raced after her to warn her of difficult turn where the hill dipped steeply. steep-ly. To anyone not knowing the trail and not a skillful skier it was a dangerous turn to attempt at high speed because there was no indication of it to the unwary and the markers had not been put up for the season. There was one chance. The trail widened here - with : a dangerous dan-gerous dip to one side which would give' him a burst of speed to take him past her. He took it with a flying sweep and cam out s shooting past -; her just SO yards above t the turn. ,With . reckless : abandon - he ', risked a jump, turn .ahdt slithered . in 1 cloud of loose snow ending in a tangle of poles - and skis. 'He could - only - pray that: , she - had caught ' the idea' in time . and ' she would not pile ' over himJ When his , face . emerged wet and red from the deep snow he looked around and looked up to see ner calmly getting up out of the snow. She had, with the quick wit. ol a good skier, done e only thing she had time for, a ! fall stop on her side with arms read wide. It had brought her up Within a few feet of Ross. She was ud before himi lookinc down at him. "I thought you could ski." she said. "You might have killed me.? He said nothing but his lips drew. In a narrow line. ' Then she laughed at him. "But it was a beautiful thought" Then very .lowly..4A lovely thought" sne bent over- him as he looked up at. her with the snow melting on. his face. Then she. kissed him very lightly, on , his , lips. fThst makes us square, fifty-fifty. : sad xneaft; this v on." r , 4 ; . 3L |