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Monday, March 9, 1953
By Dan Barry
By Lee Falk and Wilson McCoy
By Lee Falk and PM Davis
By John Cullen Murphy
By Fred Lasswell
By George McManus
By Paul Robinson
By Roy Gotta
The World Today
•y JAMES MARLOW
WASHINGTON <*.— Lenia and
Stalin had in common tbf goal of
world communis®. It must be be
lieved the men ekgpit Ip Stalin—
he had 29 year* sine* Lenin’s death
to handpick them— thatedlijs aim.
So the basic question r*ised by
his death is net whether bis bars
will quarrel apong themselves but
whether they will sik tile goal
he sought the. seme way *r dif
ferently. Will they be reckless or,
like Stalin, move ceutieiisly?
It is possible that in *n internal
struggle for power the heirs wfll
wreck their party and Russia and
so eliminate the Soviets u a world
threat. Until such aa explosion oc
curs it must remain simply wish
ful thinking.
Stalin was neither an intellectual
nor, so far as U known, neuretie.
He was confronted with both in
his first and greatest rival, Leon
Trotsky, the brilliant but veto and
flamboyant egocentric.
None of the men te Stalin’s inner
circle at the time of hif death, like
Malenkov, Berta er IgoloUv, has
been mentioned as btefsed with
high intellectuality nor cursed with
neuroses
If any of them is, brilliant. It
has not been revealed- Thgy have
acted as a team. Hone of tbfm
could considered
around him to* be wth
rite. ■ ” • • •'
They hive acted as he acted:
practical, cold. 'gplctitetfeg and
cunning. The vry best tribute' to
their shrewdness is that they were
able to survive ia a slaughter
house.
Nevertheless, alongside Stalin
they appeared gray, almost shad
owy men. either naturally or by
Stalin’s design. At ey rate, he
was the towering figure ia lussia,
the symbol of communism;
It is esftier fob masses e i people
to give their devotion to aa in
dividual than to a shapeless and
invisible thing called ‘‘The Party.”
“That may exptai* why the Bus-.,
slan Communists' who wanted
obedience from the people above
all else, made Stalin appear as a
folk-hero and Soviet saint, in his
lifetime.
But in playing up Stalin they
had to subordinate the party kself.
Stalin may have represented the,
party but the party became less
than Stalin. T%k might have > been
useful while he lived but Tfcry in
convenient when he died.
The party seemed aware of this,
and amasiagly uneasy about it, for
in the announcement of Stalin's
death last night there were a
couple of paragrxhs ■which seemed
more indicated uf hope than re
ality: ’• . • • ' V
“In these sorrowful days all the
peoples of our country are rallying
even closer in a great fraternal
family under the tested leadership
of the Communist party created
and reared by Lada and Stalin.
"The Soviet people have bound
less faith in and arc permeated
with a deep love for their Com
munist party for they know that
the supreme law governing all the
activity of the party ia servlet in
the interests of the people.”
Lenin and Stalin, both believed
that ia a revolution the main
force must be a relatively small
and dedicated corps of man, the
members of the petty. But the
revolution is hardly a revolution
now. It’s 30 years old.
Since the situation therefore Is
comparatively stable, toia special
group Of dedicated party members
become* ah elite, like the Nasi
party, and thus separate aad re
mote freag the people.
It’s an exclusive ant Only few,
are permitted to jota. In -Russia
perhaps no more than sis million
people art in the patty which runs
the lives of the other 294 milium
people.
Having thus been shut off fram
participation ia making the deci
sions which affect their whole
Uvea, the people cannot he expect
ed to have a patience with the mis
takes that prc'tehdl Might he
expected ef people who, In a dem
ocracy, share ia successes add ten
ures because they cheese their
own government.
For this reason the petty in Rus
sia new must he sum it has mam
loyalty, which Sulm himself may
have had, before it tries any wild
temporarily, an fey ifoanforas
Stalin’s heirs have in mind.
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lina’s first golf tfnfn wps areas*-
teed in IMB The teem warn three,
tent three *nd tied off.
THE CISCO KIP
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Gunfighters Return II £3)
irri . by Leslie Ernenwein
•' Chapter Fifteen
\ COUNTING tiie roan, Rimbaud
rede across the ridge and gave
MaJben’f Place * casual appraisal.
The tong, dirt-roofed log cabin
was flanked by a wagon shed and
tyao corrals! Except for three .tam
arisk trees that waded it on the
west, the yard was free of growth
and thus furnished fair perfection
against a speak attack. A fty
swarmed quarter of beef hung ia
the wagon shed, two shrunk-up
cowhides draped the eorral fence,
and tin cans littered one side of
the yard.,
“Not much of an outfit," Rim
baud reflected. But presently, as
he explored the cable, he found
the two rooms surprising.y well
furnished. The kitchen, with its
cupboard shelves neatly triMmed
by scalloped red oilcloth and white
curtains at the window, revealed
a woman's knack for frilly fixings.
The other ream contained a huge
feui-pest*rbed, an ornately carved
bureau with a large mirror, three
comfortable chairs, aad a var
nished cammode. A None fireplace,
“Banked by- filled bookshelves,
■ termed one end of the room, and
there wet* colorful drapes at the
window.
Eve’s doings, Rimbaud guessed,
and thotgght how.itwould be with
.'her help. One- hour with Eve
f*d tun* th&cabin into a king's
ip his life was of *-
other hian’s possessions.
Slicing meat from the quarter
of b*ef, Ripthaud cooked a meal
■ Arid - at* it without oslish. The
thought came to him that a man
shouldn’t have to eat supper alone,
er sit listening with a loaded rifle
beside his chair. The gun-moke
was *ll right for young bucks
wanting adventure and a reputa
tion. But there came a t' **e when
a man got over that. A tisre came
when he wanted his own home
and a sweet-loving wife to share
*
. “Must he getting old," Rimbaud
said, and was shocked st the real
isation. It had never occurred to
him that the seven short years
that separated twenty-eight frem
twenty-on* could make that much
Stage Roles
Give Edge To
Movie Parts
By 808 THOMAS
HOLLYWOOD J*—Do actor* who
re-create their stage roles have an
unfair advantage in Oscar races?
Vivien. Leigh thinks so. . /
The famed English actress last
year won her second Academy
Award—for playing Blanche Du-
Bols in ”A Streetcar Named De
sire.”
‘-It really cam* at a surprise to
me/V- she remarked. M I honestly
didn’t expect to win. I think I had
an unfair advantage over the other
actresses te the race. After all.
I had don* the rote for eight
months on the stage in London.
"In fact, all of ua In the pic
ture had an advantage. Cadge
(Elia) Kaxan had directed the
play, and Marlon Brando, Kim
Hunter, Kail Malden and I had
all played hi it.
•There really ought to be two
categories hi the acting division—
for those who have done stage
roles and those who create their
roles for pictures. By doing s play
for months, you can get into a
role and perfect it. It's a lot more
difficult to be banded *-script fort
before yon begin to shoot s pic
turo.”
That argumeat has been heard
before, since such players, as Jose
Ferrer, Judy Hollidxy aad Miss
Leigh to recent years have won
Oscars for rides they Played m
the stage. It will no doubt he beard
agate, sine* stags start Julie Har
ris aad Shirley Booth are up for
awards da March I*. ;
Desptie her arguments, Mias
to botdiag onto her new Os
car, plus the one she snagged for
“Owe With the Wind " The latter
resided hero during the war, but
Miss Leigh claimed It during her
last visit. Beth statuettes newt
MBs to her place te Eag
laad. * ,
flu actress late Mfessf te
rsmpleto her sele te “ftophsut
W an, for whfoh aateriers were
filmed la Oytoe. Whea I taw her
en til* ust. she wfoi happtiy paring
•f*r • to pegs hagderftlee letter
from bar totossd, Laurence Offo
kf. tochsded le It wre • pro seed
At dusk he s*t on the cabin’s
front stoop with the Winchester
near at hand. Three -horses, two
bay* and a painrtfhad come in from
the horse trap for their evening
drink-at the water trough. They
stood near the corral gate lor half
an hour, enviously watching the
roan munch hay; then they de
parted in single file, their shad
owy shapes merging into the
mauve dusk.
lIfHEN full darkness came he
* ' went to the haystack and toted
hay to a wagon in the shed, then
brought blankets teem the cabin.
The wagon might not he as com
fortable as that four-poster bed,
but it would be a safer place to
sleep if Roman Four riders staged
a night raid. Aad they would,
eventually.
JIM RIMBAUD awoke at day-
J break, fully rested. He had fed
his horse and wax making a fire in
the kitchen atoye when the roah
nickered. Whirling instantly. Rim
baud picked up the Winchester.
He stepped over to one side ef the
doorway snd tew his horse stand
ing at the corral'gate, its ears
pricked forward.
Somebody coming from the east,
Rimbaud thought. Going outside,
he kept close to the cabin wall
until he could see around the cor
ner. A single rider, coming slowly
keros* the tpesquityrWoiehed'fiatst
w*s barely visible ,**ainst the
shadowy bulk of,'Jigsaw Divide,
Which reared nigh, behind him.
Rimbaud wax reasonably sure that
it was Sam Msubea, wanting a cup,
of coffee at his own tpble. But he
waited until he could definitely
identify the oncoming horseman
before returning to the kitchen.
- Rimbaud bad the coffeepot on
end bacon frying in a skillet when
I Maiben rode into the yard. A faint
fria creased Maiben’s bearded
1 cheeks as he got down, announc
ing, “The prodigal- eon returns.’’
His red-rimmed eyae warily raked
! the yonder trees *nd he asked,
“Anybody around last night?”
| ’Wo.” Rimbaud laid, standing in
the doorway. “Did they bother
you?" - , ’ •
Maiben shook his hoed. "But I
didn't sleep, regardless. Not a
wink."
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TELEVmoai CASUALTIES— Mrs. Alton L Hardy, Jr., holds
her two children after they were found asleep and huddled in
a cold box car near their home in Fori Lee. Va. The youngsters,
Allen. 111. 10, and-hte six-year-old sister, Jonettx, had been
mixsing for 24 hours. Tiny footsteps in the snow ted the search
ers to the boxcar. Janetta said her brother got the idea of run
ning eway after they had their television priviircrt curtailed
to give them more time for study. Their father. Master Ser
geant Allen Hardy, k tram Jackson, Tenn.— i/F) Wirephoto.
Husband Learns
Of Fatal Mishap
ST LOUIS UP—Werrtod because
his wife wax late te returning
from a shopping trip. Cite art F.
Berta of House Springs, Mo ,
flower from their garden “which
1 miss eery much”) snd news ef
their future pleas.
•’Larry aad I fl to anew
play duriag foe coronation” aha
reptetsd enthusiastic*!!? "It's for
Terence Xattigaa sad M’s called
‘Seepia* Frince.* Alfred Last xfl
direct es to H, sad IT play a
woman from Mflwaufero. Oh. dear,
new IT have te Bad ant whet
tended accent yea have to MS
i wauhee. * She hae xhrexd? wrostied
*tte Southern eriNtehi te Ttroet
I ear” and TWTW.”
He led his horse over to the cor
raL unsaddled, and forked it a feed
of hay. When he came into the
kitchen he said wearily. “This
dodging ain’t no fun. for a fact"
"Even with a pretty girl to keep
you company?" Rimbaud asked
slyly-
Maiben didn’t like that and
showed it in the quick way he said,
“Della didn't stay long." He
watched Rimbaud pour coffee,
adding, “She's a trifle on the flirty
side, but it don't mean a thing.’’
Rimbaud grinned. “It might
mean something to Lew Strom
berg if he caught her," he sug
gested.
T tried to tell her that. She says
her old man thinks more of cattle
than he does of people.”
“Shouldn’t wonder,” Rimbaud
reflected.
Maiben sat down and blew
steam from his coffee. Then, as the
two roans started a commotion in
the corral, he jumped up, tipping
over his chair and clawing for his
gun.
“Just our ponies trying each
other out for size," Rimbaud said.
Seeing the tension ebb from Mai
ben’s haggard face, he added.
"You’re spooky as a bunch-quitter
bronc.”
“It’s the listening." Maiben said.
‘The listening. 1 listen all the
tjme.”
- He reached behind some staples
on a bottom shelf and brought out
a gallon jug. He pulled the cork,
tilted the jug expertly, and took a
lank drink. “Snake-bite medi
cine.” he said. “Want a swig?”
Rimbaud grimaced, the thought
of whisky before breakfast was
hugely distasteful to him. "Don't
like the stuff that well" he said.
Maiben took another drink be
fore putting the jug away in its
hiding place. “I’m supposed to be
a teetotaler," he admitted with a
Swink. "A fellow who never
ex x drink—not even x glass of
beer. Folks would sure be sur
prised to know 1 keep a jug in the
house. But there’s times when a
man needs a drink real bad. Like
now."
He sat down and loosed a gusty
sigh and began eating. But hi*
bloodshot eyes didn't relax.
[ (Te be —Ones*)
telephoned Mifwwrt highway palm
headquarter* near here lot night
BHon Patrol Sgt. 0. R Retch
mans could tell Berger he bad m
information. the effirer had U
h the phone to take anothei
call. Then ha told Berger;
’ ‘Tee Rut left another phone
Your wife was involved la at
accident. It's pretty bad "
"la the hurt" Berger aiked.
Wnrte than that."
"Don't tell me the la dead. I
ceadda't take that"
"I hate to toB pee thla." ft*
•ergeaet replied ' She to.'*
Mra. Berger, n had beer
thrown from her car la a ratitaan
to Mfenrhen Afftnn and then tolled
when another autonehlto paneed
met her body The drfcer of ft*
car that killed her failed to atop
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