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JANUARY 10, 1943 Our Chief Aim To aid in every way the prosecution of the war to complete Victory. TOP OF THE MORNING This land of the free, is free for thee— Live in it, work in it, love in it, weep in it, Laugh in it, sing in it, die in it, sleep in it, •'or its free and for thee and for me. The fairest, the rarest That man ever trod Twixt the sky and the sod And its mine And its thine Thank God. —ANON. -V Bobby Jones Abroad — We can't claim Bobby Jones; that right goes to Atlanta. But he was here for so long a time ar.d endeared himself to so many j Wilmingtonians that whatever he does, j wherever he goes, is tig news lor us. Thus when we learn that he is in London as intelligence officer with a fighter unit it is almost as if one of the family had been summoned for an important duty and we feel certain he will measure up to his opportuni ties in the invasion thrust. Major Jones was here for some months of intensive training. He found time to lec ture on war matters to the high school pupils and on one notable occasion spoke briefly to the Kiwanis club. But always he was hop ing for the order that would take him closer to the actual war. When it finally came we may well believe he was as thrilled, in his quiet way, as when he took the highest honors in golf, or when he won his first case at the Georgia bar. May his services at the front be as dis tinquished as when he was the world’s champ ion golfist. -V Must We Head This Way? Occasionally a document appears which sets forth in black and white the inner workings of the “unofficial” publ!c ownerihip pro gram being pursued in this country. The an nual report for 1943 of the Public Ownership League of America is one of those documents. There is nothing unusual about the Public Ownership League itself. As its name im plies, it is an open and ardent Advocate of socialism. If its members wish to go about the country advocating peaceful adoption of an alien political philosophy, they have a perfect right to do so. What is startling is the governmental company which the League travels with. In reviewing the year’s work, the report states: ”... We have kept up our connection and services to educational in stitutions, libraries, scientific bodies, Federal agencies and the progressive press . . . ‘We are continuing OUT Pnnnorafirm i such Federal agencies as the TVA, the San tee-Copper of South Carolina, the California Central Valley, Bonne ville-Coulee, Boulder Dam, U. S. Reclamation Service, Federal Power Commission, etc.; also with Public Utility Districts in Oregon, Washington, Ne braska, and elsewhere . . . ‘Our relation to and cooperation with both the national and local consumers’ cooper atives, and especially the Rural Electrifica tion Administration cooperatives, has been steadily increasing during the year. ‘‘From Passamaquoddy, Maine, to Tampa, Florida; from the St. Lawrence in New York to San Diego, California; from Sitka, Alaska, to Dallas, Texas—in every state in the Union, the Public Ownership League has pioneered in the public power movement.” The Public Ownership League of America has stood for socialized industry for thirty years. Apparently it now stands in a prefer red position with some of the most powerful bureaus and commissions of the United States government, as well as public educational in stitutions. -V Cut The Leading Strings Thousands of individual enterprises, prob ably tens of thousands of them, are map ping plans for posjy/ar operation. Collectively they will determine the future of this coun try. The public is entitled to know something of what is going forward in little business if for no other reason - than to spike the as sumption that planning is the sole privilege of political office holders. Typical of the alertness and hope controll ing the thoughts of many business men is the staf'jment of a member of the distribution' / industry, the president of a fifty-year old store system, who says: . . We realize that doing all we can in wartime to serve town homes and farms is ;ot enough. We must take specific steps immediately to be [ready to do our share when the war ends. It is our obiligaticm. We face a great oppor tunity to make available to consumers at low prices millions of needed products.” Acting on his own advice, this merchan diser has developed detailed plans for expand ed advertisements in the local press. He has placed tentative orders with manufacturers and has devised improved operating methods designed to cut costs to a minimum. Mass distribution is the key to full pro duction. Retailers carry a heavy responsibili ty and they know it. They must anticipate postwar consumer demand and be ready to the best of their ability to meet it, efficient ly and quickly. They will be able to do their job best in a free competitive market, un-j tions. Present price and rationing controls must be ended as soon as possible after the war— if consumers are to get maximum service from merchants who know that freedom ol action is essential to low cost distribution of all products. -V The “Rocket Gun” Coast Nobody outside the Allied military command knows where, any more than when, the ac tual invasion of continental Europe will come from the west. But it is probable than when the all-out push is once under way to drive the spearhead of this war across the Ger man frontier the so-called “rocket gun” coast of France will be among the landing places. Because it is nearest to England it may even be the chief bridgehead. The water gap is only twenty miles at the narrowest point. Something of its “lay” and history may be interesting. The National Georgraphic Society ; u — i it__. *-- “1UUC1 anu UUCl S LUIS information. Nearness to England has brought this re gion repeated invasions in wartime and traf fic in peacetime for more than 1900 years. From the eastern edge of France’s coastal bulge the heroic evacuation of trapped Allied forces from Dunkerque took place at the end of May in 1940. Before the war between three and five million travelers a year crossed the threshold of France at Calais on the tip of the bulge. Calais is only 22 miles (six minutes by bomber flight) from the port of Dover on Eng land’s southeast shores on the opposite side of the English Channel. Boulogne is only 30 miles (7 1-2 or 8 minutes) from England’s coast; Dieppe. 66 miles (16 minutes). These cities, with Dunkerque to the east, in peace time are four of the six busiest ports on France's Channel coast Actually, the coastal points nearest to Eng-1 land are a pair of bold headlands six miles I apart: Cap Blanc Nez (Cape White Nose), j a white chalk cliff five miles west of Calais, 1 and Cap Gris Nez (Cape Gray Nose', a gray sandstone bluff rising 167 feet above the choppy Channel waters. These stone walls of France resemble England’s white cliffs of Dover on the opposite side of the Channel cleft. Northeast of the two capes stretches the shoreline of French Flanders, similar to that of Belgium and the Netherlands, with its salt marshes, stretches of sand dunes, dikes, and windmills. Dunkerque (Dunkirk) owes its name to an old church (“kirk”) among these dunes. Inland spread the Flanders fields of Woild War I battlegrounds, where “poppies blow between the crosses, row on row,” of soldiers’ graves. Roman legions started the fateful succession of invasions that have crossed the Channel at France’s northeast bulge. The Romans set sail against England in 43 A. D., from what is now Boulogne. William the Conqueror, turned back by bad weather farther west, launched his victorious attack on England in September, 1066, from St. Valerysur-Som me, between Boulogne and Dieppe. In 1804-5 Napoleon massed around Boulogne the forces for an invasion he never dared to attempt. Meanwhile British armies demonstrated the convenience of this area for invasions—incom ing as well as outgoing, Boulogne was cap tured by the British in 1544 and held until the French ransomed it back six years later. Calais was British from 1347 to 1558, more than two centuries. The British held Joan of Arc captive at Le Crotoy, south of Boulogne. -V Why They Advertise Many persons have expressed wonder that national business concerns should go to the expense of advertising the limitations placed upon their service by the war and urging the public to use their facilities as little as pos sible. This type of advertising has been par i-cuiariy notable in the case of telephone com panies. The situation may not be the same in all cases, but so far as the telephone operators are concerned, the reason is to be found in the load imposed upon them since the war effort became the chief concern of the nation. The New York Times has this to say of the state of their business at the close of 1943: The Bell System carried its heaviest load in communications history in 1943 as all previous records toppled before the mounting tide of official war busi ness and attendant civilian activity. The crowded conditions of long distance lines remained the system’s most serious prob lem, as average daily toll conversations hit a new high of 3,900,000, an increase of nearly 500,000 completed calls daily over the 1942 average. Long-distance messages handled over the wires of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company, par ent concern of the system, numbered 150, 000,000, compared with 115,000,000 in 1942, the company reported yesterday. At the end of 1943, a force of 185,000 operators —the largest in history—was employed by Bell Telephone companies, while more than 125,000 new operators were hired in the course of the year to meet the heavy turnover in personnel. During the first three quarters of 1943, A. T. & T. reported, the average speed of service on long-dis tance calls was 3.7 minutes, compared with 2.3 minutes in 1942 and 1.6 minutes in 1941. The Two Doctors By HOWARD FLIEGER WASHINGTON — Reporters on the White House beat were more than a little startled the other day when President Roosevelt un folded his “Parable of the Two Doctors”—the A-B-C story he used to discard the New Deal tag in favor of a Win-The-Waj- slogan. One of the veterans called the news con ference “the best fireside chat the President ever gave.” Many others expressed surprise at the performance. New hands at the busi npcc nf +V->TO ,4 ~ J j bit perplexed, what they’d gotten into. The reason for the reaction is obvious. The President’s story was an allegorical tale of how Dr. New Deal, called into the case in 1932 to treat the United States for in ternal illnesses, had now stepped aside for Dr. Win-The-War, a gent who knows all about bone surgery and external wounds which the patient suffered in the smash-up at Pearl Harbor. The subject was pure, unadulterated poli tics. In fact, the President himself so de scribed it. And politics has been taboo at presidential press conferences since the war began. Any hint of political implications in recent questions has brought the questioner his prompt come-uppance for talking about such things in time of war. But the President was expecting — and ready — to talk politics at the conference which prqduced “The Parable of the Two Doctors.” One simple question opened the monologue. Mr. Roosevelt—in obvious good humor—said the subject was puerile and political, but reporters knew at a glance he was all set to go into it fully. On the desk before him were mxv-w ouvuio v/i pa^ci, a unuiug v ui Ult; UU ings of his administration since 1932. With little preliminary, he unfolded the story of the New Deal and why he thought it should step aside now for a Win-The-War slogan. Only the scratching sound of pencils on note paper interrupted his voice as he 're viewed the things he’d done since his first election. Occasionally he looked away from his own notes to take a crack at New Deal critics. For 15 minutes he talked on what had come to be a forbidden subject, politics. * * * Small wonder one reporter, at the end of the story, asked the President if the whole thing added up to a four-term declaration. The question probably was in every mind in the room. It brought a momentary break in the presi dential good humor (the President said the question was picayune and had nothing to do with what he was talking about) but the re action was milder than some of Mr. Roose velt’s listeners might have expected. A few minutes later the reporters were filing out of the White House with a top political story scrawled into their hurried notes. No ironder some of them recalled the day four years ajo when an inquiry about Mr. Roosevelt’s third term intentions brought the presidential reply: the asker of such a question ought to don a dunce cap. . TT QUOTATIONS The war is approaching a decision in the new year, a decision for which everybody will have to pay dearly. The Russians might eventually engulf Hungary.—Hungarian Chief of Staff Gen. Francis Szombathelyi. * • * In the early days of our uphill struggle against submarines, the prisoners we man aged to get would spit in your eye. They were cocky then, but in recent weeks, we've noted an appreciable loss in their spirit. They are beginning to realize their cause is prac tically lost.—Vice Adml. Jonas H. Ingram. * * * Bickering results when there is denial after marriage of the little courtesies observed during courtship. A distaste for companion ship often occurs when there is a lack of continuing tenderness and respect.—Judge Ar thur H. Day of Cleveland. * * * Sweden started rearming much too late, but our defense has grown so strong that an in vader would meet very efficient resistance. We would even be able to take the offensive. -Maj.-Gen. Helge Jung of the Swedish army. * * * Anyone who fails to work or fails to do ms job has given cause for having his occupa tional deferment canceled.—William McMa hon, Columbus, O., draft board chairman. * * * We are going into the most intense and most critical period of the whole war and it is no time for anybody, whether business man, farm leader, or Washington bureaucrat, to de cide that he has done all he needed to do.— OWI Director Elmer Davis. * * * The nation’s consumers may reasonably ex pect that the 1944 food supply will equal or exceed the near record of 1943.—John A. Hart ford, president Great Atlantic & Pacific Tea _ « Co. * * * I doubt if there's a great deal more promis cuity than there used to be. It's just that we talk about it more.—Dr. Lawson Lowery, New York phychiatrist and editor. * * * When the war has continued one year, it certainly is lessened by one year, but this fact is not likely to comfort us since we are completely uncertain how long the war still must continue and what we will have to en dure.—Finnish Prime Minister Edwin Linko mies. * * V The Jap is retreating. His boastful spirit is also on the run. Where he used to taunt us to “come out and fight,” he now whines that our preponderance of power is superior almost to the point of unfairnes*.— Adml. William F. ^Halsey. “LOST MAN POWER” I i______ Raymond Clapper Says: Pacific Soldiers Want Strikers Sent Out There By RAYMOND CLAPPER SOMEWHERE IN AUSTRALIA, — (by wireless)—Our Navy freight plane came down in Australia at twilight after covering 95,000 miles in three days and three nights of flying from Washington. Short stopovers have given me a general view of our biggest war theater, where the fighting will be the hardest and the longest. I will work my way back more slowly, in order to get a closer look at the Pacific war. I have been flying with the Navy. Some of the crews w'ere straight Navy, others were from Pan-Am erican Airways, flying under con tract. There are several planes daily each W'ay, plus several for high-priority cargo moving across the Pacific by air. The Navy’s air transport has not lost a single plane in this oper ation, and only one has been forc ed down. This is the backbone of our communications system for Ihe war in the Pacific, giving speed and flexibility where they are needed while a vast number of ships carry the volume. I have already visited some of the bases and seen acres or sup plies. Even the first quick glance shows that preparations for the Pacific war are far more advanc ed than I had realized. Certainly our forces in the Pacific are not being starved. On the contrary, there has been a long period of building up. Our transport iines are far be yond the .Japs’ present striking range, and some of the air trans port crew's complain that they have a dull life. They w'ould like to be closer to it. Yet many of these fliers have had their moments. , For instance, one Pan-American pilot, F. S. Ralph, of Berkeley, Cal., w'ho was captain of our ship for part of the way, was flying that Clipper that was caught in the water at Hong Kong on Dec. 8. 1941. The plane was riddled. Ralph came back via Chungking I and around the world. He has been on the Pacific run now for 18 months. When I asked what he wanted to do, he said: “I want to fly the first plane into Manila.” We have been using a big four engine Consolidated PB2Y3 Coro nado, a type which is used also as a Navy bomber. There has been scarcely a bump in the whole jour ney. These planes are doing for the Navy the job that the old truck-horse Douglas C-53 has been doing for the Army in the Mediter ranean campaign. One of the crew said it was our ship that was forced down with engine trouble near a Pacific is land base some time ago. The skip per. J. H. Hamilton, had a Clipper at Wake when the Japs came, and got it out under fire. This time he sat in the PBY on the water for two days. A destroyer came alongside to take off the passen gers, but it wasn't necessary. Re pair parts were flown down by another plane, and both took off in a fairly high sea, using a new technique which is like surfboard ing on high waves. Life aboard an airplane for two nights and three days is not as hard as one might think. You sleep a lot, even though you sit up all night. The galley is going all the time, and coffee and fruit juice and sandwiches are always available. Members of the crew who are off duty play cribbage or poker. The crew members make pas sengers feel important by getting their signatures on Short Snorter bills. They flash crude Fiji Island money, and currency of almost every other country on earth, on which they have collected the sig natures of everyone from Eleanor Roosevelt to General Marshall. My favorite autograph is that of Maj. Gen. Ralph Smith, who sign ed mine: “Makin taken.” He was there. At one fueling point on the way i The Literary Guidepost By JOHN SELBY “PERSONS AND PLACES,’’ by George Santayana (Scribners; $2.50). It seems to me that the Book of-the-Month Club made an odd selection when it chose George Santayana’s “Persons and Places” as one of its January contribu tions to the. literary life of its members (the other is a nice, though occasionally wordy, novel by E. Arnot Robertson called “The Signpost”). Santayana’s book is the first section of his autobiography, lead ing from the cradle to the day he was graduated from Harvard. At least it is called autqbiogra phy. Actually it. is a rambling review of his family and his time in which the emphasis is always on other people and the author himself is seen chiefly by reflec tion. This method is doubtless de liberately chosen, and probably it is the right method for Santayana even though it produces a vast number of obscurities. I am not unpracticed at reading books, but although I read word for word and not by the hop, skip and jump method, I still am confused by the Santayana background. Senora Santayana was married twice. One husband died—he was a Boston Sturgis. The other was George’s father, a strange Span iard who became used to shelter ing himself behind his deafness and lived apart from his wife with the best results. This hus band made no objection when George was named for his prede cessor. It is probably true that if George Santayana had not poly chromed his story with so much colorful material about the fam ily and its friends, the frame work would be clear enough. It is' also true that the least excuse sends him into interminable di gressions of the sort that readers of his “The Last Puritan" will remember, probably with pleas ure. These clog the flow ,of narra tive like boulders in the’ path of a brook, and make it almost im possible to chart the many tiny channels thus created. Some channels are fabulous. Uncle Samuel Sturgis is one—he was mad and he was elegant and he made more sense than most in spite of it all. Oddly for a man of philosophy, the book’s charm is that of a tumbled and tousled woman, beautiful in spite of being hooked up all wrong. we were met by Col. James Doyle Bamaroneck, N. Y., who is col lecting autographs for his 13-year old boy. This was his fourth Christ mas away from home, he said. Ev en though that is a long time, he would rather be out here helping than being miserable in the States, feeling he was not doing his part. “Of course I’m a long way from the front,” he said, “but the wounded come back through here and' I talk to the boys, and I get a feeling of being close to it, so I shouldn’t be unhappy.” He is a middle-aged man, but he has the same spirit as the young junior-grade naval officer who has ueen on snore uut,y ctrucr oia months on Guadalcanal and who worked on one of our party for a transfer nearer to the front. I asked one man what he and the others thought about things at home. 'We're not interested in poli tics,” he said. “Just send us the stuff to fight with.” “What about the strikes?” I ask ed him. “What we say,” he replied, “is send the strikers here and let us go home.” That was when we were riding through a coconut grove at a place where the Seabees and Army en gineer battalions have made a vast model military base in just one year, with 300 miles of road and accommodations for many thou sands of men. -V Daily Prayer FOR POWER FOR VICTORY In reverent expectation, we turn to Thee, Lord God of Hosts, and to all Thy heavenly legions, for swift and complete victory in this war. Make bare Thy mighty arm. Confound the enemies whose aims are evil; succor the forces which seek to establish justice and lib erty and peace on earth. We are imperfect servants of Thine. O King Eternal, but we have avowed the aims which we have learned from Thy word; and in our heart of hearts, as United Nations, we ' seek the ends that Thou seekest. Now we wait for a display of Thy mysterious and (gpighty Power. Move upon the hearts of the na tions against whom we fight, and turh them to water. Make clear to all men Thy displeasures with workers of oppression, cruelty and wreckage of man’s free spirit. Send a peace of victory in our time, O God, our sure reliance and hope; and reign over a world made new by the acceptance of Thy will. Amen—W.T.E -V-1 You're Telling Me Some Japanese two-man sub marines, says a report, are dis guised as whales. Don’t expect the whale to return the compli ment. Too dangerous. ill Those retreating Nazis in Po land. says Betcha Dollar Dyer, are showing a lot of early foot but he’s betting they’ll be collared in : the stretch. , ! i i Grandpappy Jenkins says he will devote the next 11 months to planning a revenge on the rela- ; fives who gave Junior a tool set ; for Christmas. ! i i A Pennsylvania woman claims ; she has worked 18,000 hours dur- I ing the last 15 years solving cross- ] word puzzles. The union of cross- : word puzzle maker uppers should F With The AEF By KENNETH L. DIXON WITH THE AEF IN ITALY Jan. 3—(Delayed)—UP)—The Bay Naples is a large body of water located midway between two vol canic landmarks — Mt. Vesuvius and the violent Villa of Vessels. Everybody in America knows about the former. Everybody over here knows about the latter. The violent Villa of vessels js the Broadway and Forty-Second Street of the Mediterranean thea. ter. Generals and GI’s sit at the same table. Buck privates pow. wow with playwrights in uniforms. Air aces, novelists and war cor! respondents chew the fat. Heated table pounding, angry arguments on the ar, the world and women shake the big Neopolitan apart, ment building in which it is hous ed. And at the head «f the tabic, hi| back to the balcony which iog^, out over the bay, sits the master of this amazing menage—Major Jay Vessels, 46-year-old mad monk of bald eagle, ex-buck sergeant 0j the last war, ex-newspaper mao would-be Minnesota trapper. He i IHC puuiic a ex a. tx \->x cxiiei Ql 12th Air Support Command. Vessels, whose nickname hinges on his oft-expressed hope to run a trap line around Bald Eagls lake in Minnesota after the war, became a legend during the North African campaign. He had almost no equipment, facilities, or instruc tions. He hitchhiked back and forth, setting up press headquar. ters in foxholes, slit trenches, shacks or tents, begging, borrow ing or “requisitioning” transpor jeep in one pinch. He became fam ous as a guy who could fast-talk anybody out of anything if it would help publicize his pilots. “And he never tried to order us around, tell us what to write or asked to read our copy." one reporter summed it up the other day. “He’s stuck to his interpre tation of his job—just to help us out.” But the rough going in those days determined Vessels, who used to work for the Associated Press in New York and Minneapolis, that if he ever got a chance to set up a real headquarters he'd do it. So, after he’d sweated out the Italian invasion, when his “boys" were operating from bases in front of their own artillery, Jay came to Naples, located the apartment high on the hill, and the Violent Villa of Vessels was born. From there junkets are made to nearby airbases, to the front to ■ inspect bomb damage, to the rest camps for personality stories. It's a cooling off place for guys just back from the front who want to revitalize their luck. It’s a relax ing spot for pilots who become a little keyed up. From time to time around the Vessels table they cut loose in the arguments or tell some of the most colorful stories of the war. Almost everything goes. Hence the name “Violent Vil . la.” I J-iiC lCgCIXUS dUUUl ll cue iCglUU and most of them are at least founded on fact. There was the reporter who used to join the others in watching Ger man air raids from the balcony window. Then he started feigning fright, going to the shelter in the basement. Everybody thought it was strange until they found that the beautiful senorina downstairs also went to that shelter. After that, so many started getting scar ed that the senorina got more scared of staring reporters and quit going down. Then there was the corporal who drove the colonel up to the villa and followed him respectfully up stairs. Fifteen minutes later the colonel had some money on the table and was rattling the gallop ing dominoes, waiting for takers. “Shoot, you dope,” shouted the corporal, “You’re faded ” There was the reporter whose hobby was collecting small bombs, booby traps and other infernal ma chines. One night just back from the front he relaxed a little too much and started showing his col lection. The first blast scarred up the bathroom. TT_1 _ __ _ __ Kite r*nt pushed out into the hall and found the booby-trapper hanging over the elevator shaft with a mine detona tor in his hand. Two stories down a general slept. „ “S’al right, s’alright. s’alright, said the celebrant. “I just wan, to wake up the general. This it time to go off just as it Hoe5 by.” Back inside, Jay found booby traps all over the place. V ires, springs and wicked looking re . -i • t\*’0 wcic opivrci'-* w army cots and the dining row: table. Vessels has been bombed, si ed, shelled and subjected to snip ing, but never was he shaken l '-s that wild night in the Violent V Next morning he vowed anew t'W^ when the war is over, noth r, would get him off that peace.1 trap-line around Bald Eagle Irkc.^ hand her a suitable reward an emu, or at least, a prime measure. t ] ; Berlin has been raided ^ times. But in this case Berliners will discover — the ' " 100 will prove not nearly as hart to take as the next. i i | Folks of a Canadian town c! m they saw a butterfly this week Zadok Dumkopf thinks it was JllE a snowflake camouflaged. ! ! ! Even that nimble-tongued M • ace, Herr Doktor Goebbels. a be having a devil of a time ex plaining to the Germans how to* Russian front happens to b* ,n Poland.