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Show The Cache American. Iijran, Cache County. I'tah Iaje Seven Kathleen Norris Says: Home Front Is at War Too U THE STORY THIS Mi: fori Corey Sid daw with Mui Duoria, Ser Sinre, kirk ike In red iko could aol keep, 1 Ike all of ker employer, Mrt. F oUome, ikied ker 10 deliver loot thirty lavtU-Uok- i la a lei Ik pertok. Alter eOr Sour ike nlli at her employer bom A II ll kd plrki ap lb tavlUUeoi. rilklef, ike U tempted la bay lump lor kola lot and mill ikem. Ska lent Ik aiilatl k telephoae pole lad rrlea. k mia appear. Ha Uiuat la bar lory gravely. Tkea ba rip U lavlut Hoe from ikelr rellopkaa tevarlag aad leir Ikem la piece. II hall a tail bad tell Ik driver la lak ber bar k direct. Mrt. Foliem phone aad ktki If Ik lavluuoa art delivered. Very well," Zorie aald submla-(lvelIt meant she would have to stay up mot of the night, to copy both paperi. He muat know it meant that, because be must know the would not let Jimmy Hoffbrower y. down. y Paul kissed her quickly and on the mouth, and opened the door. "You're certainly a peach, darling," he laid with the effusive-nes- t of man who baa got hit way and la happy because you have come to beet With hii head turned, he wa look-In- f at her whimaicaily. You know. Zorie, you'd be the ideal peraon for that Job." What Job?" Working with the admiral on hii memoira." 1?" the wailed. "Dont be illly." Dont be so modest, darling. You virtually ghosted Ferguson's book on econ for him, and the amount of original atuff you write into these papers you copy often saves them." Paul wai grinning at her. Sure, He'd you would!" he teased her. storm up and down, dictating that garbage to you and you'd just sit there in your sweet, meek way, and mean-lnglessi- y CHAPTER III But Taul'i face was shiny, too, and his eyes were angry and oblivious. She backed into the room as he entered, hoping he would take her In hi arms and make love to her a little. But Taul wa too preoccupied. There wa a heaf of yellow paper rolled up in his hand. I can only top a moment." he said vigorously. What a night! I've spent my time trying to wheedle that old pest into taking a plane west But he's got another of his obsessions. He's on his way back to the Islands, and some publisher whose motives or mental processes are certainly worth looking into has sold him on the idea that his life would make a wonderful book! Paul's expression was so dour that Zorie laughed. Wouldn't It?" she asked. From what you've told me about it, his life has been awfully colorful." Paul "You don't understand," said. He's picked on me to help him write it!" You! Zorie gasped. She had worked on enough of Paul's compositions to know his literary shortcomings. Yes!" said Paul savagely. Me! I loathe the story of his life! I was weaned on it! I cut my teeth on it! 1 grew up on it! I'm a problem child because of it" Paul was pacing up and down the small room, weaving his way adroitly among tables and chairs and brandishing the yellow scroll as If it were a sword. Did I ever He whirled on her. tell you the story of how he helped George Dewey win the Battle of Manila Bay how he ran in under the very guns of Cavite and let the torpedoes go?" "You never mentioned that Zorie murmured. Paul stopped again, facing her, with his mouth twisted into a wry grimace, his hands, spread-fingereshrugged up in a gesture of comical hopelessness. I tell you, darling, I'm a desperate man. Zories smile was made up largely of compassion. "Do you want me to take him oft your hands while you work on your dissertation? He can sit here and play with Toby while I copy a term paper." "No, Zorie. Theres something else. He has another brain wave on. He thinks Im wasting my life. He calls what I'm doing childish nonsense. He wants me to give it up, go back to the Islands with him, e luna and go to work as a on the old plantation and work up." Seriously? Zorie asked. "I'll say seriously! And I have to be awfully careful with him. Hes been dropping vague references all evening to drawing a new will when he hits Honolulu. If I dont watch my step, he might even cut me off. Db you see now why I'm desperate? She I see," Zorie murmured. wanted to say that, in her humble opinion, his taking a job and working up on a sugar plantation in Hawaii sounded infinitely more attractive to her than his going on and becoming a professor of psychology, Where is but she wisely refrained. he now? At McGonigles. He has a way, Paul went on, of bullying and cajoling you into doing what he wants, and he uses some kind of mesmerism, too. It almost always works, but when it doesnt, hes furious. It isnt working on me tonight and hes fit to be tied. "The dissertation is finished or as finished as it can be with all this in the air. Will you copy it tonight, darling, and will you take special pains with it spelling and grammar and reasoning and what not and catch anything Ive gone wrong on? You know how my mind works better than I do. He held out the scroll to her, and she automatically took it. Its in your hands now, Zorie, be said. But, Paul, she protested, Ive already premised to copy a term paper tonight The glow went out of Pauls eyes and the drama out of his posture. Whose is it? "Jimmy Hoffbrowers. But Hoffbrowers going to flunk! Its in the bag! I want to help him all I can, Zorie said gently. "But you cant put that tripe of his ahead of mine! Paul cried anFor heaven's sake, Zorie, grily. McGonigle's promised to read it as soon as you can get it done. Tonight! Thats how important it is to us! He'll be up all night reading term papers. It may be the the fork in the road! Youve got to do It right away, Zorie! cut-can- "You dont understand," Paul said. He picked on me to help him write It." take it down in shorthand, then work it up glibly into chapters. It would be right down your street, Zorie! street, Zorie anIts a y swered, "and Im walking the other way, thank you. She finished copying Jimmys term paper a little before She made herself a pot of coffee, took it into the alcove with a cup and saucer and sugar and glanced through Pauls dissertation. It was entitled. Differences in Intellectual Functioning Among Normal, Paretic, and Schizophrenic Adults." She asked herself: Is this nearly so important as raising this sugar that Im putting into my coffee?" It certainly wasn't to her. Starting in on the old family plantae luna whatever tion as a e luna was and did sounda ed much more exciting and worthwhile bothering your head over than intellectual differences between normal, paretic and schizophrenic adults. At a little before four, the doorbell rang again. It startled her, even though she was occasionally called to the telephone or to the door by a student or an instructor at some such scandalous hour to have something copied. A pang shot through the small of her back as she got up from the typewriter. She was so tired she staggered. Her hands felt numb, her legs ached, and her neck was stiff. The bell rang in long, urgent peals. She opened the door. A thin, tall old man with a furrowed red face, china-blu- e eyes, and curly snow-whihair stood on the doormat still jabbing with his stick at the door button. He wore no hat. He had an air of eagerness and impatience, and his untrimmed white brows, which grew up into peaks on his forehead, gave him a whimsiHis cally ferocious appearance. eyes were mischievous and his jaw was large and prominent, and this, as any student of human nature knows, is a dangerous combination. Even before he spoke, Zorie knew that her untimely caller was Pauls crafty, willful, meddlesome grandfather. You're Zorie Corey hm? he The girl who is so clever at said. doing manuscripts that the entire faculty leans on her hm? It was, she would learn, a conthat hm? acfirmed old habit quired from years of dealing with Hawaiian, Japanese, Portuguese, Filipino and other plantation laborers who might not understand the You savvy hm?" simplest order. "I'm Zorie Corey, Zorie said in a meek voice. He quickly looked her over He I one-wa- two-thirt- y. cut-can- cut-can- te ' wss really a very distinguished looking old man, so tall and erect, with bit striking white hair. I am Admiral Duncan," he Introduced himself. My grandson Paul hai been telling me about you. I know Ita very Jate. but thia if very urgent matter. May 1 step In for Just a moment hm?" "Of course," Zorie laid helplesaly. He looked quickly about the room, unerringly selected the most comfortable chair and seated himself, with hii atick across his kneel. Paul says youre the cleverest girl he hat ever known; that youve worked on hooka of all sorts with professors, that youve a wonderful talent fo- - literary collaboration, and that youre Just the girl to work with me on my autobiography hm?" But I Zories mouth wai dry. . . . the began. Don't be modest, my dear," he checked her. Paul aay you do the real finishing work." It will be a nice Job, with easy hours," Admiral Duncan was saying, and I'll pay you whatever you think it'a worth. We won't haggle over price hm?" She realized that Paul had sold her down the river, to spare himself. But, Admiral Duncan" A publisher is very much interested in the book, he went on heedHe want it as soon as I lessly. can get it done. I know we'll get along beautifully, my dear. And there's no time to waste. We'll catch the "Samoa" sailing tomorrow . . . rather, this afternoon at five and Ive already wired for a stateroom for you . . . hm? Zorie sat stiffly in her chair, with ber eyes haggard and almost blinded by exhaustion, her back aching, her brain spinning, while Admiral Duncans words beat against her like surf. I think we can Just make the plane comfortably hm? He was going to the phone. He was talking into it. He was saying, I want one more seat on Flight Seven to San Francisco hm? This is Admiral Oliver Hazard Perry Duncan. Government business hm? I demand priority. Whats that? I see. Fine! Splendid! Excellent! He dropped the receiver into the hook. He was rubbing his hands. There's plenty of space on that plane. It's the milk plane. It stops everywhere and it isnt a sleeper, but it gets us to San Francisco with an hour to spare. You wont mind sitting up. We can discuss the book hm? She understood now why his twelve grandchildren were in such dread of him. Much as she wanted to get away from Elleryton, much as she would love to go to Hawaii, she did not want to go at the cost of having to work with this old tyrant on his memoirs. Zorie would never know how he accomplished it But the next thing she knew, she was in her room packing and he was lounging in the doorway, wearing a whimsical, smile and telling her what interesting work it would be, and what a gallant girl she was for coming to the aid of an old man with a great story to leave to posterity a story of which the world might be robbed if it were not put down on paper at once, my dear, because he was old he was eighty-si- x and he might not last much longer . . . hm? She wanted to laugh at that. With his energy, which was that of a steamroller on a downhill grade, he would doubtless celebrate his one hundred and fiftieth birthday. She packed her two suitcases and a small hand trunk. The doorbell rang. Over Admiral Duncans voice, she heard Pauls. They went downstairs. Paul was standing in the open doorway with his feet planted apart. His eyes were dark with anger, and his mouth looked thin and hard. He was obviously trying to control himself. He was white and he was trembling. He might have been posing for a statue to be entitled The Avenger. So here you are! he panted. You pulled another fast one, didnt you? What did you tell McGonigle? Admiral Duncan managed to look annoyed and vague at the same time. What are you talking about? he snapped. What you said to McGonigle! When? Just before you 'sneaked over here! Oh, that, his grandfather saick "I asked him to excuse you so you could go to the Islands with me hm? "But you know examinations begin in a few days! Paul said hotly. You know I have a million things to do before the holidays! It was pitiful, Zorie thought without a twinge of pity, to see him struggling. He was furious and trying so hard not to go too far. He wanted to say so much more, but he was as helpless as one of the white rats he used in his control experiments. "Yes, I know,"' the admiral said Its all arranged hm? genially. Ill go next term when school Paul said grimly. closes, No. I want you to go now. Paul had his hands in his coat pockets. Zorie knew that his fists were clenched. He was white with fury. self-satisfi- (TO BE CONTINUED) radlcta.-WH- U Faaturaa. By VIRGINIA VALE lllae Waatara Naoapapar Union. first movie to be shown THE the Normandy beachbjr head following the June 6th Invasion was Columbias technicolor "Cover Girl, according to information received from Col. E. L. Munson, chief cf the Army Motion Picture service. The musicel was shown to the Invading ermie on June 18, end Colonel Munson reports that "the boys effort loved It." So this end Gen Kei-ly- e cf Rita Hayworth makes movie history. Lea Tremayne baa added motion picture production to his acting activities. He i serving as production aide on Gene Lester productions Z i ' I Firry girl . . . driving a rivrlrr, grimly tailing Under pressure like that of battle. By KATHLEEN NORRIS of the boys on leave SOME too much spoiling. become absolutely with surfeited parties, cake, LES TREMAYNE visitors, compliments. They (short features) end has completed dont have a moment alone. Peeks at Hol- Aunts, uncles, cousins, friends his first assignment, lywood." in which he also appear! they have hardly seen for as an actor. years unite to indulge and 4 pamper them, until they long Carleton Young will be rememfor just a little peace a little bered by thousand of CBS solifans as Chips Davis. Com- of the old ignoring and mando. Some months ago he de- tude and casualness that used to mean "home. cided to give up radio radio-thrille-r e Other boye are In the position of e movie actor. In his first big part, tn Phil Baker's Take It or Leave Walt Baker, who write me a blue It," hes an announcer reading from and disgusted letter from one of the South Sea Islands. a radio script. "I am just back from leave, aaya Gary Cooper certainly knows what Walt letter, "and up against all he does best. For his first person- the discomforts and loneliness of this place. We get enough to eat; were ally produced film for International Pictures he's decided on The Amer- not In any Immediate danger; we ican Cowboy," which is said to be a have movies and cigarettes but Ita laid way back were all so homesick that we cant in the last century adding one more talk of anything else but what well to the long list of costume dramas. do when we get back! "But as far as Im concerned Id auper-weste- Bob Haymes, playing an army Just as soon go anywhere else than Columbias Mr. Winkle home, when the war Is over, the Goes to War," was stuck by a pin letter goes on. My last leave waa ne for me. when he put on a uniform rented a funny from one of Hollywoods big costum- folks are all Into the war up to their ers. Investigating, he found a note chins nothing else talked about but pined inside the jacket It read, war work. working, both my My mother This jacket was worn by me in In volunteer are sisters look hospital servit Let Leave. Seven Days and sharp on you, and act like a hero. ice, my Dads on ration boards is and bond Bob making drives, my girl Mature." Victor did. I (Signed) private In eye-open- er pulled out the pin and did his best. James Melton, whos now heard over CBS Sunday nights, has been elevated to stardom by Metro as a result of his work in Ziegfeld Follies. Theyve put him down for the lead in a musical version of Meanwhile, after vacationing on his Connecticut ,Jarm, and doing a series of Oklahoma recordings with Jeanette MacDonald, hell start on a concert tour whicb will last from October to March. And hell do six operas at the Met"Cim-maro- ropolitan. From Metro comes the news that the first Clark Gable picture follow ing his discharge from the army will be "Strange Adventure." Based on the novel, The Anointed, its s prewar story of a merchant and a girl. And sea-ma- n well see Myrna Loy as the girl. Former child stars who grew up tc enter the armed services will bt honored in the new Columbia Screec Snapshots subject, The Kids Go tc which Ralph Staub is preWar, paring. The reel will include intimate shots from Staubs private flirt library of Jackie Coogan when h played In "The Kid, Jackie Coopei in "Skippy days, Freddie Bartholomew at the time of "David Copper-field-, and others, including Mickej Rooney. . Jimmie Dundee, the ace stunt man, is having a vacation from do ing hazardous stunts; hes playing i marine in Prestoi Sturges "Hail the Conquering He ro. In 22 years his toughest stunts he says, were driving an army jeej embankment in Thi off a Story of Dr. Wassell (the first time the jeep rolled over, his head strucl the wheel and knocked him uncon scious), and being blown up in a six ton truck in Wake Island. wise-cracki- 100-fo- ODDS AND ENDS Marlene Diet rich brought a coral necklace for Marit Montez when she returned from Italy the gift of Jean Pierre Aumonl. . . of Of Human Top role in the Bondage " goes to Paul Heinreid ; Elea nor Parker gets the Bette Davis role opposite him. . . . Diana Lynn, billet as a star in Paramounts Out of Thi World," rales the dressing room nex Paulette Goddard's on Star Row. . . Lee Tracy has been signed by RKO fo the lead in Betrayal From the East'-hi- s first picture since his discharg from the army, in which he served at rn nfnin e i three hundred a month and going around with a lot of guys who wear jeans and look as if they never washed. For that matter, she looks that way, too. No Rest at Home Now. I thought I left the war out here, but Ill be darned if anyone was talking about anything else, where my folks live. It was paper drives and fat collecting and canteens and bonds, entertaining the dear boys from the marines camp, knitting, with everyone reaching for the radio when the news commentators were on. Everyone talking of Normandy-postwar Ploesti oil fields East Prussia De Gaulle more cookies ration stamps. Maybe thats their idea of a nice restful homecoming, but I can tell you it wasnt mine. From what I saw I dont believe my girls going to wait for me, this despondent letter goes on. There doesn't seem to be any place for me in any of their lives. Id go in and sit on my mothers bed to talk t her at night, and pretty soon shed say, 'Darling, Im terribly tired. That old alarm is set for six oclock. Trot off to a movie. With my sisters it would be, Were on night duty, Walt. Canl help it shorthanded. And with Eleanor it was apt to be, Tve got to get to bed early, Walt Weve promised a shipment before the first and were all working overtime. Cant you pep up some of these finishes Walt, "and tell women, them a man likes a little fuss to be made over him when he comes back from the Marshalls? Well, yes, I can, Walt, and I do. Theres a happy medium even in war work. But I cant help laughing at yeur predicament, for never before, In aU the long history of the worlds wars, have men had reason Women to make this complaint. have been encouraged more, they oier a turret lathe, it working El'ERXBODrS BUSY A soldier home on leave alter many u'eary months in the South Pari fie area writes that he is satlly disillusioned. Nobody has much time for him. His mother, his sisters, his girl are all so busy at their war plant jobs that they can spend only a little time talking to him, and they are too tired to go anywhere with him. Walter doesn't think his girl is going to wait for him, either. She is making three hundred dollars a month and running aroutul with a lot of greasy mechanics. Things look pretty dark to this tired fighting man. Well, Miss Norris replies, what would the soldiers and sailors think if people on the home front werent thinking and working and sacrificing? Its everybodys war and the harder everyone pitches in, the sooner it will be over. have been urged to do their share today, and royally they have responded. Comfort yourself that what you saw was the supreme effort to help at the very top and crisis of a world disaster. They answered the coun- try's caU for help, and they are as absorbed in their share of winning , tne war as you are in years. If Tables Were Turned. Imagine Just how embarrassed and bored you would be if your two sisters turned up in camp, in the very middle of an engagement. You , couldnt knock off work to take them about to restaurants, theaters, movies. The smoke and din of battle, the roaring of the guns, the hurried movements of troops and supplies and hospital would distract you so completely that the girls would be only an annoyance nd responsibility. Just so are affairs at home with the women who are straining every fiber of their beings to keep up with hospital work, fill army contracts, keep assembly lines red hot. We may not actually hear the guns or see the wounded, but the racket and smoke and groans are forever in our hearts. Every girl swiftly changing hospital beds, hurrying about with trays, driving a riveter, grimly toiling over a turret lathe, is working under a pressure like that of battle., Every girl feels that unless she comes up generously to her quota ef work somehow the whole structure of defense will fall through. You neednt worry, Walt. These are unnatural times; bad for you out in the Marshalls, bad for us on the home front. Were not trying to make them normal its no use. Were just trying to get through. We feel that every hospital tray, every cooky, every knitted helmet or letter, every bomb and every gun barrel completed and sent is one more nail in Germanys in Japans casket We want their obsequies to be swift and complete. If we can do our job here half as well as you are doing yours far down in the Pacific, 1945 will see you all home again, and the girls pretty and dainty again, and free to entertain tired soldiers. Ribbon-and-Flow- er Headdress For an attractive headdress to set ioff sleeveless frocks appropriate for theater or restaurant wear, simply take a length of velvet ribbon (or a e velvet bandeau complete with ribbons to tie it on with for about 50 cents), add a spray of flowers to your own liking, sew sequins on the leaves of the flowers and presto, you've a charming headdress. Or take a black velvet bandeau, sew three huge silk roses across the top and a tiny velvet ribbon bow over each temple. ready-mad- |