Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 51, Number 96, Decatur, Adams County, 23 April 1953 — Page 11

THURSDAY, APRIL 23, 1953

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rine air-ground task force, FMF, who was twice wounded on Okinawa, during World War n, blit who doesn’t rate the purple heart. Reason? He was on the other side. Seiyu Kernel iu, 21, who now calle Milwaukee, Wia., his home, was a high school student when the marines stormed ashore at Okinawa on April 1, 1945. “I didn’t be ieve we had really attacked,H he said. “We had been told it was impossible.” The Japanese military authorities ordered all civilians to evacuate Shuri, the Island’s second largest town, and to hide in the hills, telling tijem, “K you are captured, the marines rwill certainly kill you.” d Hit Twice Komesu was running through the mountains to keep ahead of the hard-driving marines, when ,he got'a bullet through the arm. ' “It was a bad wound,” he said, “and we were able to patch it up.” j The next tune it was more serious. He was put out of action by a mortar shell. Picked up by the men on the Ist marine division, he was hospitalized and underwent four months of treatment before being released. By that time, the war was over. Komesu, who Was born in Hawaii a$ an American citizen, had returned to the Okinawa homeland df his parents with them shortly before the war began. In lf»48, he returned to the,states tof attend the Milwaukee school of engineering. He latef became an electrician’s helper for the AMisChalmers in Milwaukee. Koimpsu was inducted under the selective service act in January 1992, at Milwaukee. When given a choice qf services, he immediately asked for the marine thorps.’ How True! PORTLAND, Me., <JP — Roger C. Waldron of Portland says the drawbridge he operates has a personality of a woiman. Waldron puts it this way: “You can’t depend on it x to behave and it’ll make I life miserable for you if ypu lose your temper when it doesn’t behave.”

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Longboat And Radio Vital To Pitcairn \ No Harbor Or Beach At Pacific Island PITCAIRN INLAND, UP — A team of 16 oarsmen, great-grand-sons of the bounty mutineers, have a tough job at this bleak and isolated island has no harbor or .beach. The Pitcairners row their 37foot longboat tihrough the heavy surf which constantly pounds the rockibound coastline to come alongside the ships that anchor off this mile-wide island rising 1,001) feet above the South Pacific. They exchange tropical fruit for clothes, medical supplies and the odd luxuries. The longboat carries the mail|s, too. The secrets of the reefs have been handed doivn since the mutineers of CAptaih Hligh's Bountysettled on the island in 1790 after burning |heir ship; The present skipper .of the Pitcairn Ringboat is Andrew Young, a direct descendant of the Bounty mutineer of the same name. Like his great-grandfather; Young is an expert seaman and always mans the steering oar—a vital job. Rumor Killed Young doubles as the island’s

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radio operator and postmaster. Every passing sea captain knows him. Young has maintained the radio link since the days of thte' crystal director, and spark coils. Today his equipment is as modern as any iauthe South Pacific. Young is proud of this story of his radio doings: Soon after World War IJ had ended and sea traffic across the Pacific returned to formal, a rumor- spread that typhoid had struck Pitcairn and passing ships promptly gave the island a wide berth. A ' Young and the islanders couldn’t figure out why. Food was get-

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX CAROL went downstairs from lube's room. The thickset little nan whs still pacing restlessly in the study and again Carol felt in: strong sense of Compassion for aim. She paused in the doorway. “I’m sure she’ll be all right, Mr. Pallet.” He took the cigar he’d just begun to smoke out of his mouth and :aihe towards her. “Yes, she’ll be all right this time. But the next dme and the next?” “You think they—whoever they are—will try it again, Mr. Gallet?” She added, “Who are they?” He gave her a quick look. *1 know, but I have no proof. If I had—” He broke off as the doorbell rang. V«Who’B that?” he called sharply into the hall. Jason came down the passage and stood beside Carol. “I’ve just heard about Julie. I want to know what actually happened.” he said. Ben took the cigar out of his mouth again and stared at him.

His look wasn’t friendly. “What are you doing back herd? I thought you’d cleared out of the state.” , . Jason gave him a slight grin. *T don’t clear out te easily as that. How Is she?” “She’a was concussion, but only slight. But she isn’t well e n o.u g h to see you,” he added rudely. "As it happens, I wanted to talk to you,” Jason said.' “Yes?” The cigar was burning between Ben’s fingers: he hadn't put it back into his mouth. “Yob didn't seem to want to talk to me before you left.” “Your wife is a good friend of mine. Was it an accident?” \ Ben put the cigar bask into his mouth and started smoking furii ously. “What has it to do w|th you?” • “Because I was with your wife in the garden at the Breakers last night,” Jason said. ~ G Ben almost spat the cigar out of his mouth. \ “A lover's rendezvous, and you tell me there’s nothing between you, you—” Carol saw J as o n’s' lean body stiffen. “That won’t help any of us, Mr. Gallet. Your wife met me to tell me something rd asked her to find out for me. It had to do with my aunt-by*marriage, Thelma Felton.” Ben was looking at him oddly now. “I think 1 can guess what this was,” he said presently tn a calmer voice. “Who knew Julie was meeting you out there?”

*1 knew,” Carol.murmured. Ben nodded. “So that’s how you knew where to look for her . , . How was the rendezvous made?" “Julie telephoned my apartment.” “Telephoned! I’vd thought for some time these wires were being tapped. I’ve warned Julie, but the kid seemed determined to put her head into a noose b . .]* He was pacing up and down the room again in.nervous, angry strides. “Then it wasn’t an accident?” Jason said. \ “Someone; came up and hit the kid on the back of the head. She Rays the thug looked like a gorilla," he said briefly. Jason nodded. "That’s why I eame. What I want to tell you. \ After I left Julie, I was standing outside in the darkness where a number of the guests’ cars were

ting short and everyone was beginning to worry. . j Eventually Young found out about the typhoid rumor. He quickly “killed” it and asked one of his many amateur radio friends in the United States to send his message to ships on the pacific run. ' Within 43 hours Young and hi& crew were again battling through the off Pitcairn to meet another ship. . | ‘ 5 If you have something to sell or rooms for rent,, try a Democrat Want Add. It brings,results. \

parked. One limousine had its engine running. I was wondering what the heck the fellow wanted to keep his engine running for, when two men came towards it One was being helped along, a misshapen creature. In the darkness he looked like an ape, but something about him struck me as familiar. 1 stepped closer and recognized him even before I saw that heavy cane in his hand, the same cane that had knocked me out last Sunday. Then he was in a wheel chair, but it seems on occasion he can walk.” - “Where did this attack on you occur?” Ben asked sharply. “In Maxie Rosenthal’s house,” Jason said. Ben made no comment. Carol didn’t believe the Inforknation had surprised him. He continued pac--1 ing up and down, but finally he stopped and turned towards Jason. “Since you haven’t left the state, why did you clear out of here?” 1 “I didn’t want to get Julie in . Dutch with anyone.”

Ben waved that aside. “You’d better stick around. You may be able to help,” he said. ' \ Later Jason drove Carol home in the white Jaguar. They drove along the coast slowly. Carol was worrying about Jason being back In the Gallets* home. “You think Maxie instigated that attack on Julie?” she asked. “Ben thinks so, anyway. He’s a queer little guy, but I think he’s genuinely crazy about Julie.” “I’m sure he is.” She told hiin how Ben had reacted when he had seen Julie lying unconscious the night before. “But since he’s one of Maxie’s boys, why Should Maxie want to harm his wife?” she added. Jason thought a moment before he said, “I think Julie has been trying to get Ben out of the racket. But Ben’s too useful to Maxie. Maxie’s the big front of the organization, but Ben’s the brains behind it. Maxie knows that if he lets Ben get away, the whole thing may collapse. He knows, too, that Ben has told Julie something about him—something that would get him a long stretch In the penitentiary, if not a walk to the electric chair. r* “Ben said he told Julie' for her own protection. If anything happened to him, she cduld use the information to see that she got her fdir share of the money that was coming in. But it was dangerous information, too dangerous for Julie. Somehow she \ let Mg x t ie

know she knew. | Foo 1i s h—but women seem to like to feel their power, no matter who the man is. 1 gather Maxie would like to get rid of her, but conveniently, so that Ben wouldn’t think [the big. boss had a hand in it. Once the brakes of the car unaccountably failed, another time the steering gear jammed; things that could be explained in a natural way—accidental death. Like the falling coconut.” Carol shivered. “But if Maxie knows you’re back, and of course he will, you’re in danger, Jason,” she said urgently, i ' \ He shrugged. “It may force his hand. I think that’s one reason Ben asked me to stay on. After this last attack on Julie, Ben’s determined to find out who’s behind it all. I gather he thinks I may be able to help." jJ She glanced sharply at his profile and again she felt that sickening sense of fear for him.

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“You’re pretty sure the man. who attacked Julie was the madman you met at Maxie’s, the man who called you Mr. President and then attacked you?” she asked presently. And when hi nodded, she went on, “But you told me he was crippled? Why should he pretend to be erippled if he can walk?” I He shrugged. “What better alibi for a murder? Who’d suspect an invalid tied to a wheel chair? And even if be were suspected and caught, he wouldn’t be allowed to give evidence; he couldn’t incriminate anyone. All they could do would be to put him into a state asylum.* She nodded slowly and for a while they drove along in silence 1 again. Moonlight was filtering down through clouds, making a > pattern on the road. Instinctively, . she moved closer to him. If only , they were free of this fear, if only ' they could escape for a while and enjoy themselves. They were young 1 . . . young . . . Her hear t was pounding in rhythm wtth the sound

of the motor, as last night it had pounded to the tune they’d danced to out In the garden. Silly, silly . . . Your heart doesn’t sigh and cry and die for a man who doesn’t want you. It shouldn’t. Not even your hea rt should come into it, your brains . . . Yow- brains, Carol. You’ve always prided yourself on a cool, practical head. Your head and your brains are telling you Jason isn't your man; Derek’s your man, your Prince Charming .. . Cinderella, from the Women’s Sportswear, the Prince’s palace is on Park Avenue and the glass slipper is waiting. All you have to do is to smile and tell him i how perfectly it fits. But her shoulder was wedged closer against Jason’s; she was looking at his thin, strong hands on the wheel, praying they’d touch her; she was looking up into his face, longing to feel it with her hands; looking at his firm lips, sensing their warm pressure... What’s gone wrong with you, girl ? Beep your head, Carol. Derek’s your man. The Jaguar slid smoothly to a stop before her apartment house. Jason sprang out and opened the door for her. They stood on the sidewalk and she asked the same question she’d asked months ago, standing out on the Londomstreet in the rain: “Will you come up and smoke a cigaret?” He shook' his head. “Not tonight. I want to get back and talk to Ben. He’s in the mood when he might be expansive.” “Well—good night, Jason.” “Good night, darling." ' He kissed her. Maybe she’d asked him to kiss her, she thought ' later. Not by words but by the , way she was looking up into his ; face — her young lips offering ! themselves shamelessly, offering before they were asked for. He kissed her closely, warmly , or maybe she kissed him... Paas- ’ ers-by scarcely noticed them. Mei > and girls do kiss on the street ii the moonlight. ; He straightened. "Darling, that’i k my engagement present —to y°* . and Derek,” he said. She had never struck a than i> I her life. But she struck him « • hard across the face it wasn’t funny. She ran inside the building • without even seeing how he re > acted. (To Be Continued)

Maid Os Cotton Is Back From Europe Planning Extensive United States Tour WASHINGTON, U*P —The 1953 “Maid of Cotton” arrived in our town sporting cotton from the hide The blue-eyed beauty blushed a little and said her stockings are made, mobtly, of nyloh. Said Alice Corr, ageil 19, a brownette from Selma, Ala.: “My hose are made from “fur fural,’ some nylon stuff that is supposed ’ to be made of partly cotton. So there!” How about the hat, lady!’ pretty Alice said, “that’s a felt-yob. But you know how felt is—cotton comes into it someplace” -\ 1 ■ j Alicfe just returned from Europe

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where abe promoted you know what, She waa elected “Maid of Cottoii” in the annual contest conducted among beauties from the 18 cotton-picking states. To prove she’s honest as a cotton girl, she showed the nosey press of Washington 55 dresses and such. All cotton, but nary a boll weevel showing. t Her appearance here was to kickoff a tour to many cities in 42 states, plus four cities in Canada and a few in South America. All of which js to tell the folks of the world that “king cotton is here to' stay.” Alice Is a little lady, five feet and bouncing the scales at 184 pounds. \ She’s strictly an amateur, although someday she may well —andshould—capitalize on her popularity. She gets not a peso for carrying the torch for cotton. Nothing except the wardrobe thkt has been provided for her, and, of course, expenses paid for her extensive travels.