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Show PA- G- THURSDAY. MARn. THE WEEKLY REFLEX. KAYSVILLE, UTAH SIX j ftCREEiRg! fan mail a INSOFAR of the correspondbulk goes, ence we have received lately conto boxing the scoring cerns to a nathere matches. Apparently to to attempting interest tionwide Commissolve this problem, which sioner Eddie Eagan of New York has tackled so intelligently. Ha to making progress, but there are still many tall barricacfeiiloDg the WSdT His campaign, however, has started many fans to thinking along these lines. For example here to one letter I think worth recording. It comes to me from MaJ. Richard Malbaum of the U. S. army signal corps: Dear Mr. Rice: As chief, combat films branch, signal corps photographic center, one of my duties to supervising the review of By VIRGLMA so-call- ' i Within the firm wall of flesh that the foal kicked .held him prisoner nirarr norwfinrtrhff borh. The violent constrictions of the uTOgvny the corrals where Flicka should have been and could hardly believe that it was empty, tor more than once a day all through this Ihsnmontimncf hd Mfft topped tidntog her he had been out to see whether she had foaled, and she had never been far from her feed box. This. afternoon- - she had been near the spilL otfresh water that ran out of the corral trough, but now there was no sign of her. This meant, Ken knew, that her time had come, and his heart beat a little faster. She had hidden herself away, as all animals will if they are free, to give birth to her foal with no one to witness her labor and pain and victory. As the boy hesitated there, his eyes scanning the pine woods that edged the pasture, his wits were at work. If he had been Flicka and had wanted to hide', where would he have gone? And immediately he turned to the woods. Those woods, sparse and free of underbrush, covered .the rocky shoulder of the stable pasture where it sloped away, north, to the little stream called Deercreek which bounded it The hill was so precipitous to places A rivulet swept under Kens sheltering rock, and in a moment' he was immersed and near CHAPTER I ' cliff-top- - . -- ! an-op- en e twelve-year-ol- d good-size- d drenched. He roiled out from under stood rhoklng-a- nd taughto; shaking the water out of his eyes. Then, since be could be no wetter, he decided to ignore the storm and continue his search for Flicka. Either the wind was getting colder or the rain was turning to hail or snow, for his wet jersey was like Ice against his skin as he trotted to and out of the paths and trees. Often to September there were snowstorms on the top of the Divide, and it seemed to him one was coming now. Up here to the high altitude one day it was snowing and the next like summer. Ken came upon Flicka to a little dell at the foot of a cliff, cut by the narrowest thread of a path. She stood under an tree, but even that could do little to protect her against the rain. When be saw the foal beside her, he stood staring. There had never been a white foal boro on the Goose Bar Ranch before. He could hardly believe it There came a dry fullness in his throat Flicka Fllcka's foal her flrstl - And not only off color, but white!' A throwback I It was a shock to him. He called her name quietly. She turned her head and he went to her. She looked anxiously at the foal. Ken stood staring down at it to the gathering darkness. White and narrow and with head beaten down by the pouring rain, tilted toward Its mother it looked as though it might fall over any minute. Flicka - gave a little grunting whinny. Ken could understand her talk, and he knew she was cold and miserable and worried about the. foaL They should both of them be to the barn, and Flicka should have a good pail of hot mash. He wondered if the foal could follow her up that thread of a path, and coaxed the mare to try the ascent She would not move. Ken put his belt around her neck and led her up. The little one, coming after her with wavering steps, struggled but could not follow. Flicka, turning, saw it halted here. She balked. Ken slipped the belt off her neck and she backed down to the foal and licked "nd walls of his house, which came unexpectedly, disturbed his long peaceful growth .and jnrt'hlm to a fury, and he unfolded himself and kicked again and again. He wanted no change. Here was quiet darkness nothing to prick and tantalize his eyes. Iier,e was seno possible harm could curity reach him. Here was food without effort or even knowledge on his part Here was the softest floating bed to buffer him against shock. Here was warmth that never fluctuated. Here was (in some dim way he felt it) love and protection from his mother's heart He would not be bom. Twice before he had foiled the labor pains, and his dam had resigned herself and had continued to carry him. (She was the handsome sorrel mare called Flicka, belonging to young Ken McLaughlin of the Goose Bar ranch.) She had stood patiently, not moving much, up In the stable pasture lust beyond the corrals. And it had become the habit of everyone at the ranch, Rob and Nell McLaughlin, and their two boys Howard and Ken, and Gus and Tim, the hired hands, to walk out to see her every day, to note how patiently she stood, getting larger and larger, her bright and lively nature changed to somber brooding. If anyone went near her hindquarters the kicked at them. Visitors to the ranch went out to Inspect her too. One said to Nell McLaughlin, "Thats the hugest mare I ever saw. "Shes not so huge, said NelL "Its just that shes carrying a colt that should have been boro In the spring, and here it is, nearly time for the boys to go back to Laramie to school, and still she hasnt foaled. They all agreed that now and then such things happened to mares and everyone could tell of a case. There was much curiosity as to what the colt would be like. He surely ought to be a good one, big and strong and well developed. The laboring mare lay down on the ground. The foal. Impose his will as he might, was helpless. The violent surges continued, coming at regular intervals, and he was being turned this way and that as if by intelligent hands,' until he took the position of a diver, front hoofs stretched out and his little muzzle resting on them. Then he felt pain for the first time and would have Warmth and milk were more than struggled and kicked If he could feed. They were an ecstasy. have, but he was held In a vise and could not move. v Pressure was that it formed low cliffs overhung strong against him on aU sides. with twisted pines. At the base of There was the sensation of move- them were caverns. Ken and Howment through a passage and sud- ard knew every foot of these terdenly a jar as he slid out to the raced cliffs. They had been there earth. on foot and on horseback. Flicka For a moment he was sheltered and Highboy their saddle horses from the air and the light by the knew them too, and had become envelope of membrane in which he accustomed to the steep paths down was enclosed; then the mare gained which they must slid on their 'her feet and whirled around and haunches with the boys clinging to her teeth and tongue stripped him their backs like monkeys; or the of the membrane and he began to scramble up, during which the boys breathe. kept from sliding off backwards only From that moment on all that he by tangling their fists in the horses knew was pain, for the breathing manes. hurt his lungs, and, opening his Flicka might be on any on of eyes, they were stabbed by blind- those narrow shelves or pockets, or ing flashes of light Terror came hidden to one of the little dells at when his ear drums were ham- the base of a cliff. She knew them mered upon by crashes of thunder, all. and he reacted by giving little chokKen darted toward the woods. It ing bleats and trying to sit up. Icy had Just begun to rain. The boy rain sluiced upon him. The hard cast a careless glance at the sky, ground upon which he lay was run- refused to accept the warning of what he saw there, telling himself ning .with, water. His mother licked and licked him. that it would be just a shower from This warmed him and brought the which the trees would shelter him, blood to the surface of his body. and began his search. he stopped and He yearned to be closer to her and Occasionally and struggled to rise but had not yet called her. "Flicka! Flicka then stood listening to that peculiar the strength. There was no mercy for him in state of tension which everyone feels the skies. It was the collision of sev- when they call and are not aneral storms that had ridden up from swered. The daylight on thole September the lowlands to this high' peak of the Wyoming Rocky Mountain Di- evenings held until after eight vide. Clusters of purple thunder-head- s o'clock, but this evening there was struggled mightily, hurling a murky gloom, and under some of themselves against each other with the trees there were already pock detonations, that shook the ground. ets of darkness into which Ken Wide bands of Intolerable light stared for minutes before being sure that no living thing was there. stabbed from zenith to earth. was But there The rain pattered like shot on the mercy for the colt closer by, and he knew it. His feeble ground, and presently Ken heard the struggles to rise became stronger. long familiar roll of drums in the His mother's licking tongue encour- sky. Suddenly a wind was roaring. aged him. The yearning to reach The mass of dark clouds sank the warmth and shelter of her body toward the earth, then opened and grew to a passion he must, must poured out 'torrents of rain. 'Lightget to her. ning blazed and thunder crashed. And so, long before the storm was The boy, crossing dell, over, the foal had found his feet. caught the full brunt of it and dove The teat, hot and swollen, was in under a projecting, shelf-likrock, his mouth. He was safely an- which had left a shallow cave bechored; and because of the danger neath. A small cottontail was sit.and pain so lately experienced, his ting primly there for shelter. As awareness was sharpened. Warmth Ken shot in, the cottontail shot out, and milk were more than food they and the boy, panting, drew up his were an ecstasy. kneeaand clasped thenv.anL sat Ken McLaughlin was hunting his looking at the spectacle of the storm with an expression of exultation on mare. A thin, boy, wjtft Jtis thin eager face. Such torrents of water were coma shock of soft brown hair faUth over dark blue eyes that had' a ing down that presently the earth shadow as well as a dream in was covered. Running streams tore ' them. He stood looking at the place between the trees and shot off the -- s. over-hangin- . film mua other make yourself more attractive when you for get that there are from you. world-away Roy all trying to get attractive women in the By KATHLEEN NORRIS MRS. A. is fretting sick and spoiling life because her husband admires a young in his office. She grass-widohim and that trusts says she fine a he is man, but you know widows are and these what if Roy should go off the track, with a lovely mother like his, a devoted wife, two splendid boys ...... w Mrs. C. worries abeat money. Where does it g to? Why are the Cs, with joat one child t worry abent always behindhand with bills, always in debt always unable to d the pleasant wasteful things that other people seem able to do? Mrs. D. is sober and silent because of Cass and Jim; Cass wasting his wonderful twenties to the dim, grim Aleutians, Jim now starting his third trip to the dangerous southern seas. She can't lift up her heart she cant be gay. Their father, as silent and sad as herself, was gassed to the last great war; it would take a series of miracles to bring sunshine to the D. household now. Mrs. F. worries about her children; she has two girls and a boy. She worries about their eyes, teeth, table manners, clothes, futures. They are normal, attracUve children to everyone but Mother. Mrs. Q. but wby g ea? The list to endless. Everyone of us to beset with anxieties and responsibilities, little and big, and when ene vanishes another Jumps op to take its Somehow the foal must be got up the path. Ken wondered if he could drag or carry it. Often he and Howard, wrestling with the little foals as they trained them (part of the work of their summer vacations) would clasp their arms around them, lift them off the ground. One little fellow Howard had carried all around with its long legs trailing. But this was anunusually big colt Ken was doubtfuL With his hand on Fllckas neck he sidled toward the foal, speaking soothingly. "There, there, little, fellow' wouldn't hurt you don't be frightened its all right, Flicka wouldnt hurt your baby you know I wouldn- tThe mar was excited and anxl ous and the foal, as Kens hand place. Unfortunately, some of these, to these sad days, are legitimate troubles. When a beloved son or husband or brother is away to the service our hearts may well be heavy; the only cure for this worry is prayer, and by a divine paradox only prayer will help us to find prayer so the start on that road is hard. Put Aside Trifles. But for the rest, do let us learn arm. something, as American women to it.' Ken dropped Flicka whirled the most fearful crisis the world close and stood protectively over it has ever known. Let us try to deKen, scolding under his breath and velop character. Let us put aside the trifles that annoy us, face holding his forearm that the foals all teeth had pinched, realized thsrhe our- problems and solve them, remember that children do grow up; must ge help. that plain girls and stubborn boys He leaped up the pathway. turn into quite attractive grownups, Gus and Tim, immediately after and marry, and start worrying in the supper dishes had been washed their turn. up. had taken the pick-u- p and driven Remember that even if Roy goes over to the Saturday night dance to pretty far with the to Summervales barn at Tie Siding. the office, he'll not be the first, and Ken's mother and father bad gone your course is just to face the huto to town to dine with Colonel Harmiliating truth and survive it and touched Its neck, squealed and tried to struggle away. Ken put both arms around the wet slippery body and held tight, but lifting was a different matter. Still talking to Flicka, who was nickering nervously, Ken exerted all his strength. Suddenly he had a little kicking fighting demon to his arms and the foal bared its four baby teeth and bit his grass-wido- ris. There was no on but himself and Howard on the ranch, and the responsibility was his own because Flicka was his mare. Besides this little foal this particular foal at the thought of all that depended on him, Kens feet flew faster, and his eyes, made keen and knowing by his life on the ranch, gazed at the sky and the clouds, gauging the - storm was wind The changing, veering around' to the east, and, yes what he had suspected was happening. Every raindrop now had a body to it, a little core of slush it was changing to snow. It beat on his face and nearly blinded him. The wind changed its tune, it rose to a howl, whipping the branches of the pine w grow stronger for it Remember that Its a goad thing for everyone te have Grandpa or Grandma living to the family. It trains everyone la and good manners, to say nothing of the inestimable valne of an assistant nurse and gencook, always-reliabl-e eral housekeeper in these servantless times. And as for money. Well, I can summon up a good deal of respect for almost any type of woman be she smart or stupid, good or self-contr- ol not-so- trees. mwTTKiivm - AP i "An Niii peace end order ..." Hollywood executi easier J?s that the shortage of male sS -- easing up, with old faJJ? suas-Asi- S few ' dayrif ter tCTmy'T Jorce captain got his medical Metro has Lieut rvia lobert Montgomery for "They Expendable," now that JJ uniform, and JJJ CUrk .U. toSZeTom. Cabots completed his first plow "Salty ORourke, since he -- ir. in North r,,, Africa; Ladd into "And Tomorrow when he left the trZ some months ago. Columbia recent ly welcomed Glenn Ford out of th, ' marines. Dont look .for love scenes James Cagney and Sylvi. Sidney in "Blood on the Sun. Sav.0 James, "A quick kiss here and ther. - all right, but long cUnches, heav there. Wish Fulfillment Mrs. B. Is beside herself because life could be so perfect if only Harold's mother wasn't with them. Shes been with them seven years. Shes perfectly darling old woman, she watches the children and does wonders to the kitchen, but oh dear, there are times when one would like to have the house to oneself it phlet feet of shot GrantlandRice month per combat army jy ' cameramen, all over the world, much of it under battle conditions. The exposed negative, unprocessed, is sent in from the field accompanied by caption sheets to which the cameramen describe the action, they have photographed. And I am often amazed at the discrepancy between what actually appears on the film and what the cameramen in all good faith believe will be found thousand g But Ken was not cold. The excitement to him made him hot and jwift. He reached the corrals, ran down through the" gorge to the house, and burst into the warm kitchen where Howard, who was interested in increasing the size of his muscles, was reading to a droning voice from a "Hercules pam- hundred several VALE 1 think I found the answer to the puzzler about scoring boxing matches the night a friend of min lost a unanimous decision after a fight in which I thought hewon every round. The boy wasoung, d clean-cu- t, and honest, skillful. I had a strong personal interest in his career. The match was crucial, a big step up if he won. "On the heels of the shock administered by the decision I Indulged in a little introspection. It cam down to this: how could my eyes have so completely deceived me? Yet deceived me they had, and with my own stubborn connivance. I saw that boy win because I wanted him to win. It was a pure case of Actually I had with that him, identifyfight fought ing myself with his efforts, and sewing it through his eyes. Havent yon eaught yourself following only one of the fighters In the ring and saying, 'Now IU follow the ether fellow for a while? "When the fwo men touch off no interest, it to usually special some incident during the bout that suddenly fixes your preference upon on of the combatants. A display of courage, a sudden personality appeal, a common prejudice aroused (or overcome). Ne matter hew impartial we try to be, we d subjectively choose the man we want to emerge victorious. And we Interpret what we see la that light. Especially In dose bouts. "Hi bafflement to caused by the tact that the choice we make is often a subconscious one. Were not aware that w have installed one of the men as a psychic favorite.' the on who somehow squares with a lot of preconceived notions so much a part of us we dont even realize we have them. "I think, this also applies to the officials, who may be as honest as Abe Lincoln, but who are still subject to the same psychological laws that govern the rest of us. MaJ. Richard Maiburn, Signal Corps, U. S. army JAMES CAGNEY stout-hearte- wish-fulfillme- pre-fig- good, EXCEPT the woman who is always behindhand with her bills and short of money. It doesnt matter whether your income is $1,500 a year or $5,000 if you are slipshod and unsystematic to your handling of it, if you live in a constant state of neglected bills and money shortage, you are destroying every chance you have for happiness to the new postwar world. End Meney Worries. It's no excuse to say that you dont exactly know how much money youll have, from month to month. In that case reduce your outgo to the minimum income, and save whatever is over. Or, if it is the man of the family who wastes, is extravagant, wont fall in line, then get a job, use your own money, and know where you stand. These are not days of trifles. The' Issues that face ns are titanic. What a shattered world can d at a peacetable Is an inchoate and far away thing; hundreds of voices will be heard at that table, and they may begin quarreling again over the peace Itself. But YOUR household may be a little oasis of peace and order; a place qf hospitality, happiness, harmony.' Sy making it that 'you lift Just so much of a burden off the great burden of the world. Yet set an example of charity and kindness, when you make an older person an honored member of your family. You relieve your husband of his deepest anxiety when you convince him that you can live happily, without debt You raise better children when you don't worry about them all the time. You make yourself more attractive when you forget that there are other attractive women in the world all trying to get Roy away from you. Were going to need strong, wise women in the postwar, world, and children raised to an atmosphere of simplicity, economy, reasonable sacrifice. affection. Were going to need GOODNESS. The more you can assemble under your roof the better for us all. -- ( Furniture Made of Logs The log tradition is strong to the American heritage with the pioneers clearing the land for their farms, great presidents being born in log cabins, the industry of logging one of our most picturesque. So furniture made of logs has a symbolic appropriatenessfor outdoor Use or for gam rooms indoors. Use fine logs from that old tree that every, body hated to see taken down-m- ake a table, benches, stools A good winter's Job for the man of the housel J ht - Six-Year-O- ld Judges Here is a true report of at least a part of the picture. You and L sitting together, see two different actions taking place. "I have only one solution to ofthe major says. "The age fer. limit of officials should be around six years. After the scrap the kids should be asked Who got licked? I think ydud usually gbt the true answer. The kids havent had time to sop up that ego that makes mosi fight fans see what they want to see, because what they want to see must be the way It is. This to a completely correct statement. We usually see only what we want to see. As Hughey Keegh once wrote "The worlds greatest liar Is the man who says he can bet one way and root another. This to like saying a man can stand on his bead and his feet all the samellme. A contortionist can perform this feat, but he wont standing. He will be in a knot. How About Eyesight? Along this line I have just receive a letter from Dr.. M. T. GQden, optometrist and eye specialist, in connection with boxing decisions. "Because you speak of the importance of eyesight and I am an op-- tometrist, I suggest that both judges and the referee should have their eyes examined to determine their visual acuity. In plain words to de-- ; termlne what their degree of vision Is, and their visual speed of recognition. (An extremely important detail, seldom mentioned.) tog chests and sultry eyes are not The kids in tha audiences hoot boiler and whistle at such scenes these days. Anyway," adds James, Ta not tha type." Speed and activity, he believes, are more important If youre ene ef the thousands d ef the Hatdy Family pictures Ita a question how youn tile Now that Mickey the new set-uRooneys overseas in the army, therell have te be a new Andy Hardy. The ether regulars Lewis Stone, Fay Holden and Sara Hades will all be present. And Metre's gen lavish sad engaged the fsmwa Booth Tarkington to supply the story for the next picture. devotee p. Edith Arnold, who plays undethe CBS Crime Doctor, has been offered s role in th picture series of the same nama But Edith to one of those gals who came east to brworld roles in to ecome a success, and she refuses return. Pity Marjorie Reynolds a dozente d ornaments were stuck her arms, shoulders, chest and bid with liquid cement, for "Bring ca th Girls, which stars her with star-shape- Veronica Lake, Eddie Bracken and and Sonny Tufts. Taking them off wss next day the them replacing Impractical, so for S days and nifbt Marjorie had e star-studde- torso. d Nat many film stars are eeasslW about the musical numbers they de, but the Heesler Hot Shots National Barn Dance renew ha" the privilege ef selecting their Cola" songs for the series ef eight bla pictures they arefilmto$?f year, Jennifer Jones won fame saint In "The Song of Bernadette as a pn Gregory Peck Is doing it . In The Keys of the Kingdom. David O. Selznlck, who owns of re Jennifer and v siren a has cast them as Sun. the in outlaw in "Duel one-four- th Shirley Temples certainly up. .Formerly, the ,tudl0 Mrs. Temple, and got toey at Yes or "No when somethin-wheIf Shirley could do would asked if Shirley . n do i personal appearanca recently, said, TH ask Shirley-- " guests at w wrots Galveston Th in home Charles Thomas, ssytof tb 7 Sim always listened to bis recently, program till luncheon hour had dintof to the radio, werent allowed rrn room. Thomas promptly recorded bav th program sends them. So now he record each week. S i ODDS AND fans ere swamping the suu congratulatory Utters, he ,g0 to the, radio Bride r . . . Frank early m TZdSsdCmteJU sko. on the Bluto the nerve SBC, ,jd ssjsfjss broadcasts lie one day |