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THE CROSBYTON REVIEW
■/ff/**i
bty BRENDA CONIRAD
PAR: Anne Haywood,
daughter of, a wealthy New
publiiher, «oe to
IMiijnment lor her fatter**
' alio <>• hland are Pete WI1-
19**' ^porter oa her father's paper,
I* * J, ( Army InteUlfence offleer;
* wjjera, a Puerto Ricau educated
State* who** order* to
iwoit
. 32
l.WOfkj
i Q0| j
ofidfc
f "; „ M army camp were abrnpUy
1*"!.^. Richard Taussig, an engineer
IT^.Htr a* a Germaa agent U
\z!Ll i but not yet proved; and Ru-
15wrter a young American engineer.
I Za w. wtfe. Pete u *u,P|clon* °*
7«, Vtlera, but when they quarrel
[VP" AlDe thinks It It because Pett
°* her ,r,end#hlp wllh Vetera.
CHAPTER X
«. «tt completely stunned as she
i^up and made her way through
IV
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came |
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£ crowded tables out onto the
I Met No one had more than
d up, as they, would natural:
dc« up at hair like that In f
I country. In a corner of hi«
I mind Pete was aware that she was
that. ':i If she had to make a,
~jj, jn public, nobody would be
iwar* of it. There was something
h breeding
,flien suddenly he found himself
rctting very angry. If that was all
sense she had, to hell with her.
H« picked up his fork and took a
nouthful of the tender aromatic dish
to front of him. TE stuck in bis
throat like a'Tump of wet dough, and
In bad to struggle to get it down. He
kad to |et-out, of there, he thought,
iod go find her. She wasn't vre-
iponsible for what sheUbecn say-
ing—she proBaBly"df(fn't even know
that she'd been, telling him. Any-
'tUVit wasn'.t safe for her to be out
«o the streets in the dark. Poverty
nd squalor and unrest did strange
things to even innately kind and gen-
tle people.
tailed-the waiter, paid the
bill and got out as unoBtttlSlvely as-
b* could. Not until he Was*T*flhe
lidewalk did he think of the man
who had been watching them at
the end ofrthe bar.. He looked back.
Taussig was gone. He wasn't at any
tl the tables.. _ _ ...
Some kind of deeply rooted in-
lct stirred inside Pete. He turned
amHmrricd up to his parked car.
The rmw watching it got up from
the runnhig board and opened the
door. \
"Did you\see the young lady?"
Pete asked, hoping to God the man
understood English.
"La senorita rubia?" he asked.
Pete nodded.
smiled and~pointei
fce street. Then he shrugged. She
bad gone up the street—that was all
b^knew. Pete made that much out
at his Spanish. ^ Also that she was
beautiful "Ai bonita" kept going
round and round in his mind as he
drove through the harrow streets
.and dimly lighted alleys. A-couple
flf soldiers with the armband of the
Military Police had seen her cross-
ing Allen. Street, but the two* stand-
ing on the corner of Brau Street
had not seen her.
"Maybe she took a taxi, sir," one
of them suggested helpfully. .
P^ta^aodded. 01 course it was
*hat she would do, he toldhim-
aelf. Nevertheless he drove on
•round the Plaza again.—She was
probably out at the Granada by this
time. She wasn't-a child; She.might
*ven have gone back to the res-
taurant. He drove down the hill
again. The man on the curb watch-
ing the cars shook his head. Sh£
badn't come that-sway.
^ete turned left at the next cor-
ner and started out toward the Gra-
nada.
Anne went blindly up the street.
It was true, she thought—all of it
♦as true. But not what she'd been
. "ying to-. Pete Wilcox.
Miguel Valera was a Pyerto Rl-
can. That meant that he was a citi-
*®n of the United States. And what-
ever his devotion to his father, in
®s like these, with his country
putting everything it had into de-
fense, if h?' wasn't for it he was
•fainst it. They hadjcahcelled his
Anny orders, and they wouldn't
5fVe done that without reasons.
They were probably watching him,
•whermore, and Pete Wilcox was
probably one of those doing it That
was why he Was at the meeting the
Bight before . . *
She stopped short, suddenly aware
* the street was almost dark,
<"®pty except for -a few people sit-
ing in unlighted doorways, and that
e had no idea where she was.
They must think I'm crazy,"
Anne thought She started walking
•Win, listening to the hollow echo of
heels on the pavement The
People she passed in the doorways
«°pped talking as she went by. All
vement or sound seemed to be
centered in herself.. If she put her
and out she knew she could touch
e rich pregnant silence all about
fy came to a corner, looked
°ng the street with no sense T of
miliarity, crossed over and Went
_p * hill toward the light on the
®*t intersection. It was noisier
She hesitated, looked back,
nd stopped abruptly.
m3n was going along the street
- e d Juit crossed. His white trou-
r. 'egs flapped around his ankles
V he walked. .It was Taussig; and
For an Instant a chill finger
touched her heart She stepped back
into the shadow 6f-a shop door and
waited. He hadn't seen her. He
couldn't see that far anyway, she
realized. The significance of his
thick-lensed glasses hadn't fully oc-
curredto her until she saw him
peer myopically into the mirror be-,
hind the bar before he turned *and
spoke to her. She knew now that
hehadn't seen her from the pierj
or up the hill in, front of the Forta,
leza. It was an armor-of invisibility
that gave her a quick impulsive
courage, or rather a foolhardiness
verging on sheer madness.
Even thqn she hesitated. The
phosphorescent glow of the rising
moon softened the solid plane's of
the ancient'Spanish facades pressing
close against the cramped side->
walks, and shimmered, darkly liq-
,tlj „ ., v- .... - . . . auu uieii sne was run- *=*
^^stones. The .ning. breathless, her hearTpdund^
streeiwas empty, and yet she had ine. running tnmorH Tndav Staff
yet
an eerie sense that it was not empty
sense of the shadowy substance
of life rhythmically pulsatjng, of un-
ieard voices and watching~eyes and
unseen ifeet echoing softly through
the night.. From some strident pe-
riphery// diminishing waves of noise
and cojlor beat in until only their
muted/overtones seeped through into
the nia(rrow.dgt^ieet. It was the first
time Affile1 had had the feeling that
San Juan wjas a completely foreign
city; ^as foreign as Paris or Mar-
seilles, or Tunis. All the veneer that
made it part of the New World was
gone just then . . all except the
disappearing figure of Mr. Richard
taking her before she could reach
the door . . . and Miguel, and safe-
ty. She put her hand out, fumbling
for the knob. There wa's none—■
nothing but a blank painted wall, ar
narrow rectangle set in one of the
leaves. It gave as she pushed
against it, and she stumbled in and
thrust it to behind her, pressing the
weight of her body against it
She closed her eyes, listening dea
perately. There was no sound, noth
ing, 'either - inside or out . . . only
the pounding of her heart .in her
earsj. She opened her eyes and
looked ahead of her. The faint sil-
ver j light from the sky sifted down
int<^ a shadowy inner courtyard be-
yond the dark tunnel of the arch-
way. The only sign Of life was a
cat waljcing slowly across the cob-
bled yaj-d, its eyes like red coals as
it passeld into the dark. She could
see ano .her archcd~pwss-a-£e -ors the
other-side of the court, ydth.an-iron
grille in front of it. Perhaps th$"two
men ha i gone through there. She
hesitate! 1, not daring to go forward,
not knowing.
A faint fresh odor of cig&r smoke
seeped through the heavy musty
dankness of the tunnel. Her heart
skipped a beat. There was no mis-
taking it . . . and they were there,
then. Instantly everything changed
~"again. .iShe took a step forward, her'
hand touching the cool, smooth pa-
tina of the stone wall, and crept
along beside it, slowjy and sound-
lessly, until she got almost' to the
end. She could see the stone stair-
way leading up to the first-floor gal-
lery. The cat came—silently out
from the dark recesses and went up
the steps. Tjie fragrance of the ci-
ffar smoke Was plainer now, but as
far as Anne could see there was no
light anywhere. ;; -
* was going along quickly, in the
.. reet looking first to one side,
®en to the other,-as if he was afraid
* •omething that might spring out
* the dvk opened jflodtwajrs." •
The cat came silently out from the
dark reccsscs . . .
Taussig at the intersection . below
hgr7~£ffd the cigarette ads' plastered
in the window in front of her.
She'crossed the road, went down
back the way she'd come, turned
the corner and slipped into the shad-
owed Rectangle cast by buildings
against the rising moon. Mr. Taus-.
•gig- was going along on the sidewalk
now, almost at the end of the block,
looking up at the. doorways. As
Anne started to go farther along,
he turned and came back. She
stepped deeper into the shadow. A
man came around the corner, looked
at her and walked on, looking back
twice before he turned into a door-
way. Anne stepped hack still more,
with a vague feeling that she might
be running a serious risk, and yet &■
definite feeling that she couldn't gq,
„ . . not until she'd at least seen
where Taussig was going.
He had stopped and' gone back
again. Anne saw him look at a
shuttered balcony over an arched
entrance that must have been for a
carriage or coach in the old days.
Then he was gone almost at once,
and she sa w the ""dark oblong-close-
behind him. The man" wfio' had
passed her came out on the side-
walk again. He was standing there,
looking at her. She realized with a
little shock that in spite -of every-
thing Mr. Taussig's presence in
the street had been an unconscious
protection.. A sudden panic of terror
gripped^ tier, Constricting her throat,
making her body taut and as cold
as Ice. The eerie spell of the ancient
street? was gone, an acute sense of
physical danger had taken its place.
She had an almost overwhelming
impiilsa to turn and-run as fast as
she could, and controlled it sharply.
It was the most dangerous thing she
could do. She clenched! her fists
tightly to make her hands stop trem-
bling, and forced herself to move
quietly and at a reasonable pace
toward the Corner. Perhaps if She
crossed the street out of th& shad-
ows . . . She took a step toward
the curb and stopped.
A man she hadn't noticed before
was moving along the other side of
the ^tireet, going quickly in the di-
rection Taussig had gone. He had
come out of no door ahe'd seen or
heard open. But it wasn't that so
much aa a vague sense of familiari-
ty . . . She caught fxtt breath
sharply and moved back into the
shadow again, all her terror forgot-
ten, aware only of a sudden nause-
ating sinking of her heart It was
Miguel. -He was going to the same
place that Taussig had gone to. She
knew that even before he stopped at
the arched entrance."
.She went forward a little, hesltat-
■«tag> aware that the impulse ahe'd
had to follow Mr. Taussig had not
come in relation to MigueL She
didn*4 jwanf-to know any more now—
all she wanted to do was get away
as quickly as she could. She took
two mftrfc unsteady steps, and be-
came aware then, with a shock of
abject fright, that the man who'd
been watching her was beside her,
saying something, she didn't know
what. All she knew was that the
shadows were suddenly alive and
horrible . . . and then she was rim-
ing. running toward Miguel, into
what it didn't matter, so terrified
that she could not hear her own
footsteps or-4hoafi_hehindJierv--over'--ls
Her body went Suddenly tense as
she heard a sound somewhere above
her as if somebody had moved a
chair across the "floor. She slipped
to the other side of the tunnel, meas-
ured the distance between her and
the stone stairway, and crept silentr
ly along the wall under the shadow
of the overhanging eaves. She put
her foot -out-^mgerly to be scire.
The cobbles untfer the s.teps ^yere
smooth and solid. She took another
step forward and put out. her hand
. . . and for an instant everything
reeled horribly. Her hand touched
something soft and alive, and when
she tried desperately~to tear it away
it was caught.
"Miguel!" She tried to scream,
but her voice was strangled in her
paralyzed throat.
"Anne! Anne! It is Mjguel!"
She didn't know how long it was
before the sound got through to her.
All she knew was that she'd stopped
struggling, and that he was holding
her tightly against him for a mo-
ment, before he released her. She
leaned back against the cold stone
wall, trembling convulsively, trying
to keep from being sick. She couldn't
see him, but she could feel his body
close to hers, and his. hand holding
her wrist, steadying her. ; „
> "Sssh!" he whispered. Then he
said between hit teeth, "That
damned, cat'!
-Jtt was against her ankles, purring
softly. She was numbly aware of it
and of its eyes like tiny burning
opals shining up at her. Miguel's
grip on her wrist relaxed; his hand
slipped down, taking hers, holding it
tightly.
"Be quiet" His voice was hardly
a breath against her hair. "They're
coming."
Anne turned her head in the dark.
A little gasp broke from her throat
as the meaning of it came to her
in a blinding flash of understand-
ing. Miguel was watching them too.
Watching Taussig. That's ^tot he
had been doing in his room jm
She put her hand up to her cheek.
It was wet, the tears pouring out of
her. eyes and running down her
cheeks.
"Sssh!" Miguel whispered gent-
ly:
Suddenly Miguel's flfflger? con-
tracted sharply qn hers. They were
coming now. She held her breath
and waited. A door^ opened, there
was the sound of footsteps on the
wood floor of the gallery, and of
quiet voices. They were coming
down the stairs, their, heels grating
on the worn stone.
(TO M CONTINUED)
SergeantSurvives
After 32 Days on
Barren Islands —
For 72 days he was "miss-
ing in action." His comrades
in a marine corps flying unit
in the Guadalcanal area had
long given up hope of seeing'
him again. "But Sergeant Bill
Coffeen came back. Shaggy
and lean, he stepped out of a
navy rescue plane. He told of
sur'viving storms, blistering
sun and infection and living
for 32 days on a coconut diet.
The last 40 days he was miss-
ing, friendly natives cared for
Today Staff Sergt. William I. Cof-
feen Jr., 23, whose parents live at
5348 North Lotus street, Chicago, 111.,'
base hospital being_ island^ with- the-peak of a ,moun-_
(Editor'i note: The followitix two
stories werf written by Combat Cor-
respondent* .. of the United States
marine corps. Typical of the work'
of these fighting writers, the first
was by Staff Sergeant William I.
Coffeen Jr., ms told to Staff Sergeant
Harry Bolser. The second was writ-
:ten bjf Sergeant Pen T. Johnson.)
when night fell I still was several^
miles from it But I had something'
to look forward to^and I slept bet-
ter that night —-
"I reached the beach near the
house at mid-afternoon of the next
day. I. hid my raft in the bush
and approached the building, fear-
ful that, it was occupied by 'Japs. I
saw a sign that read 'Solomon De-
veloping Company, Sydney, Austra-
lia , . . I soon learned-that the
building was part of an abandoned
coconut plantation.
"I stayed at the plantation house* -w
five-days. On the sixth day I gath-
ered some limes and oranges and
started traveling again. In the dis-
tance I could see the tip of a large
treated for malaria and malnutri-
tion. - N ...
"I got off on the wrong foot that
morning of April 13 and ended up
the. same way," began Coffeen. "My
plane barely missed the treetops as
I took off from Henderson Field. A
guide light at the end of the strip
blinded me. We were to escort navy
torpedo bombers on a mission.
"Within sight of land, between Ko-
lombangara and Choiseul islands, I
suddenly noticed my engine smok-
ing. My oil line was leaking.
~ '-Losing altitude, rapidly and fear-
ing the motor would explode, I de-
cided to bale out. , - ■*
"It seemed that .1 hrt the water
just-^ few seconds after my para-
chutCyopened'. ~ :
"I. pvilled the cord on my life jack-
et, but it failed to-irrftate. It had
been punctured. I pulled my rubber
raft out and inflated it. The paddle
was missing. *
"The^water wis calm, but 30 min-
utes later a storm hit. High waves
- tossed my small rubber raft about
like a toothpick, and overturned it.
Into the" water went all of my medi-
cal supplies and emergency rations.
All I had left was the clothing I was
wearing, and my hunting knife and
pistol.
"After I righted the raft I started
paddling with my hands: T stilt was
in sight of ISiidT" In mid-afternoon.
I heard the faVniliar- drone of our
fighter plane tnotdrs—it -was ^my
flight, returning "from the strike on
which I had set out that morning..
"Several of the planes flew - low-
and almost directly over me. I fired
five shots from my pistol and waved
the white raft sail, but they failed
to see me.*
'"f^started paddling with my hands
toward land. On the way, sharks
swished by the raft. ■ ^
Reaches _ Small Island:
"I slept in a sitting position that
night. Long before daybreak I
started again for land. The sea
was calm. Near sundown the sec-
ond, day out, I Anally reached "the
shore of a small island. I was ex-
hausted, hungry and thirsty. When
I reached the beach of the coconut
grove.jsland I 1 realized I made a
grave nfi'stake by tossing my siro'es
overboard after the" storm. My
• socks were the only protection for
my feet.
"I gathered two coconuts, cut
holes'in them with my knife, drank
the juice, then broke them open and
ate the meat. It was the firs^ljguid
and food I had had in nearly 48
hours.
"I stayed on this island three
days. It was uninhabited and I knew
I would die if- I stayed there.
• "Far away I could see a larger
island and decided on the_fifth day
to strike out faa^t^JL^Js growing
weak from the coconut diet.
"After hand-paddling klong "the
coast all that day with a blazing sun
baking me, I made the next island
at dusk. It ^:as studded with coco-
nut trees like the first island.
"Next morning I decided to try
for another island.-It took me all
that day'-tb reach it. It was the same
story when I landed there—no food,
no fresh water, no life.
Arpi and Foot Infected.
"My left ar'm(_was swollen to
■ twice- its normal size overnight.
My right foot was also infected.
I realizfed blood poison was devel-
oping, rsoT cut open the source of
lnfection Avith my knife, and bathed
my arm in salt water for more than
an hour. I was relieved somewhat
and decided to move on. That morn-
ing I tried to drink coconut juice,
but I just couldn't get it down.
"As I paddled along the shore I
saw what apoeared to be a red-
roofed house near the end of the
island'. ';
"The house proved a greater dis-
tance away .than I had estimated;
Gunner Attempts
-To Bring Home i
Crippled Bomber
tain rising above the clouds. I de-
cided to make this island my next
objective. ^
"When I landed I soon found that
I had made another bad jnove. I
found no life; "only cliffs and moun-
tains. However, there was plenty of
fresh water—my first in approxi-
mately 27 days.
"I finally decided that I would re-
trace my steps and try. to make it
back to the first island on Which I
landed. I started out the next morn-
ing and harely made it bade to the
plantation-house. The infection in
my hand had, cleared, but my foot
was-swollen from, infection.
Prayed for Direction.
"That night I planned what I de-
cided would probably be my final at-
tempt to contact life. I prayed to
God Almighty to send me in. the
right direction. Tomorrow, I de-
cided I'll make for the other side of
the big island.
...J'Near dusk on the fourth day, as I
had barely enough strength in my
arms to paddle, a storm broke and
gradually I was carried out to sea.
The last I remember I started to
scream, and then I passed out! -
. '.'1^ was told later that a high wind
ble^r me . into shore. When I re-
gained^ consciousness I was in the
of a native.
'You American or Jap?' the na7
tive~inguired in his best pidgin Eng-
lish.
" 'I'm American,' I told him.
" 'American, you good,i...he .xe-!
plied. . ■ '' •' • ' '
"Those were-the best words ^be-
lieve I have ever heard in my1 life.
I knew then that I had beerTrescued.
"I couldn't walk. My rescuer car-
ried me to his hut not far from the
beach. I asked the date and he told
me it was May 15. When I told him
I had been lost since April 13—32
"Twelve fighter jmots of
my squadron had been out on
a routine escort mission. We
wefe'sent to escort a group
of marine dive bombers on a
foray against the Jap-held
airfield at Munda and werr
returning to Henderson on
Guadalcanal."
Major R. LT Vroome, U. S. M. C..
was telling a group of fighter pilots
about Sgt Gilbert Henze, an 18-year-
old gunner from State Center, Iowa.
"Somehow in the fracas I got sep-
v arated from my formation," went
on the major. "As I headed home-
Vardt I received a radio warning ~
that one of our dive bombers was
in trouble.
"I found it a good mile south of me
atTBout^iTOWTfeet 'me pilot hang-
ing half way out of the bomber'*
Sergt. William I. Coffeen Jr.
days—he, hardly believed me. He
told me that white men could not
liye jhat-long 'on the sea and in the
jungle. The native was a inverted
Seventh Day Adventist He had been
.taught English by missionaries.
"I felt stronger the next day. By
the thifd day I was able to/walk
once more. They decided to take
me in a canoe to their village, where
I was 'given American food—canned
meat and potatoes. On the second
day in the. village the infectiod in
my foot >was lanced. .
"During my stay in the native vil-
lage I was stricken With malaria.
I wa0 given 'queenie,' native name
for quinine. My body was bathed in
fresh water and lime. Within five
days the fever disappeared. While
with the natives I regained 20 of
the 40 pounds I had lost When I
arrived at the native village I
weighed about 115 pounds.
"On the 72nd day after I had para-
chuted into the sea, a navy rescue"
plane landed off shore neat the
native village."
Notes of a City Slicker:
When Alexander WeoQcett graduW
a ted from Hamilton College he nev*
er stopped talking abbut his alma
mater.
So when the dramatic critkl
passed on, it was natural that hM
ashes be interred at Hamilton Col* ;
lege Cemetery—with a few intimate
friends and associates attending the
services . . . It rained hard for a
whole day and night before the urn
containing his ashes was lowered
into the ground . . However, som
one miscalculated .... The ribbons
by which the urn was lowered
proved two feet short . . . And N
the urn had to be dropped (into the
hole partly filled with mud and wa«
ter) and when it fell—all the mourn*
ers standing around the grave were #
splashed.
"Just like Alee!" said a
tered pal. "To the last—a
Sergfeant Gilbert Henze ...
cockpit, his helmet gone, his clothes
ripped to shreds.
"I asked by radio, is your pilol
alive?" •' -— -
" 'I don't know sir!' he answered,
"we got hit by a burst^«| shrapnei
■ abuul 20 iniriutes ago, anef he ha:
been that way ever since.'
" 'Can you, or have you ever flown
a plane!' , .
. " 'No sir,.' he answered.
" 'Do you think that you can keep
her level and follow my 'instruc-
tions?'
" 'Yes sir,' I sure can try.'
" 'The first thing I want you to d«
then is to release that 1,000 pouni
bomb.'
Can't Release Bomb.
" *1 can't release it sir, it cai
only be done from the front cockpit.
—''I peered anxiously ahead. Be
low and just visible lay the shore
Jine of Guadalcanal. If we coul<
"make'ft'"I"Could signal for a crasl
boat or any kind of a boat and thef
if I could get the kid to follow mj
instructions I would try to bring
him in by water. Then I heard tiw •
kid shout over his radio, 'My en gin«
just sputtered then, sir. She must be
out of gas.' '
"That's the last ftrord I heard ovet.
my radio for suddenly it too wen.
dead. ...
"I could see the kid .working fran
tically on the stick as the bomber
went into a sickening glide. ,
"With my radio dead I frantically
signaled for the kid to jump.
"If he saw me he failed to notice.
Then J. saw his head and shoiilder
emerge from the'cockpit. I saw hi'rh
clutching ■ fof^^"hts'"tip-gdrdr Sudden-
ly I saw his body, parachute and all
shoot upward as the trailing edge
of the plane hit him. No man could
live under such an impact.
"I followed the chute downward in
"tight tircles. l could see a huge
vent in The Shrouds. The kid's body
dangled,from-the"sharhess7 •
"A few minutes later it hit the
Water with a splash.
"I brought my plane within a few
feet of the water. As I pq^sed over
the spot where the kid had fallen
all I could see was his yellow 'Mae
West.'
"As I headed for home I prayed
that the kid was unconsciqus wher
he hit, at Tea'st this would spare him
any suffering before he drowned.
'.liXbappened to be sitting by ou*
radio a few days later. A flier had
been picked up by some friendly na-
tives. Hrf was conscious when
found, and though suffering from
multiple wounds and fractures, had
a better than 50-50 chanoe to aurt
vive.
"I learned later that the tail of
the plan6 had severed his right leg
below the knee."
. (Editor's note': Sergeant Henze Was
returned to the States and died at the
U. S. naval hospital. Mare Island, Cali-
fornia. He was buried at Hillside ceme-
tery, State Center, Iowa.)
Katfaia Paxtnen, one et the stars
In "For Whom the Bell Tolls." is
one of the world's bitterest Nazi*
Fascist fighters. Katina learned how
to hate them before she left her aa>
•tive Greece.
Ton cant get a work of srt out oi
Italy if you are not an'Italian citi-
zen. according to Billy Rose, an art
collector himself ... A pal of hit
in Italy not long ago offered $100,00*
for a Rembrandt'and was informed
.that he could take it with him by
having a likeness of Mussolini paint-
ed over it . . . The paint, it was,,
explainedi -could easily "be Washed
off without damaging the Rembrandt
. . . "If they see you with a " pic-
ture of II Duce," said the dealer,
"they will not stop you." '
And so the art lo'ver^paid the
$100,000 and had no trouble bring-
ing the gictfcjrf into the United States
. . ! Where he easily washed away
the painting .of Mussolini to discover-
it was air oil of Mussolini! —
critic!*
I
JU
A PALM-STUDDED, rock-strewn
Islet of the South Pacific. On- aneh
a one Sergeant Coffeen landed, after
floating for days oa his small- rabi
ber raft. Fortunately he found
some. coconuts, tot M bad leal Hp
feed and water supplies.
We asked a movie" director how
lome of .them acquired great repu-
tations ... He offered this exam-
ple . ... . A famous character actor,
in on_e. of .iiis early films, was doing
HA^rt Tfhirh tO
portray a man dying of thirst ...
The director tried to get th? actor-to
register the proper emotion, but
the terrible ham only managed to f '
look farcical . . .- Finally, after
repeated failure, the director gave
up . " T'To g'et fhe idea across,
however, he decided to photograph . k.
the actor's feet throughout the scene -
—showing him staggering along ths
desert—dropping one of his posses-
sions after the other: First h«
dropped his pack",'' then his gun, and
finally his-canteen . '. . The critics
vot.ed that scene4he-outstanding on«
in. the film!
tM
I
-Hecklers of the administration
are haying a field day with this one
. . In Sicily, they'd have yod be- fc
lieve, a peasant invited a comrade '
tp his home tor a feast . . . After !
"two bowls of soup, double offerings ",
of entree and a three-inch American i
sirloin steak plus several ears oi j
Indiana corft on the cob (loaded with i
Maryland butter), Idaho potatoes '
(with more butter) and Georgia wa."-It
termelon and oodles of New York J
cream for their delicious Yankee
Doodle coffee, the guest beamed
his appreciation.
"''Not yet!" interrupted the host.
"Now comes'dessert!"
"What kinda dessert? Ifow can we
eat any more?" ; .
"Now comfes Tootsie Rolls!" said
the host: ' ■' .... sPg
"Tootsie Rolls?" asked the-guest.
"What's Tootsie Rolls?"
"Who knows?" shrugged the host/
"Lend-Lease!" . t l i
The Magazines: Liberty scoops
ihe field with a report alleging that
New York school children'find their :§j
lessons so exciting they hate going
home when the bell rings . . . I
don't believe it . . . Newsweek
states that the 4th year of the war
produced only one great Allied gen-
eral—Sir Harold Alexander . ...
Zatso? How about Gen. Eisenhower,
who may be FDR's running mate
in the 1944 Presidential, race? ...
Sumner Welles' typewriter ran away f J
from* Kira, Judging by his text in
Coronet Diplomatic jobs, he noted,
are non-political and- bring success
if worked at hard enough . . .
Would he say that now? ... In the
SEP there is a nice, warm tale al
the . newspaper men covering the
South Pacific. The biggest peril
the job,"warns the author, is ca~*
'TV poisoning .-. . H. Brubaker's
best item in his New Yorker kid*
ding: "The housing crisis in Wash*
ington is evidently worse than ever.
Drew Pearson has hadhto move inte
the doghouse."
Lieut. Cel. Elliott Roosevelt,
Joying a well-deserved furlough
the Stork Club the other night,
being congratulated by
"You are thinner in the
said a newspaper man,
pointing to his ribbons, add
a lot hehvier across the ch
"The only decoration thi
counts/' was the reply,
pie Heart Medal,
The Purple Heart
to the wounded . . . j
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