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From Indiana=Ernie Pyle

And Retraces His Steps at Last

To ‘ie Indiana University Campus.

Editor's Note—Ernie Pyle, after three years of traveling, is taking a vacation. Hence we are taking this opportunity to reprint some of his readers’ favorite columns, as indicated in their letters to him and to the editor.

LOOMINGTON, Ind., June 6.—Yeah, 1 know. Said I was never coming back, didn’t I? Well, what's it to you if I did? This is a free country, isn’t it? For more than 14 years now I've been saying it. Saying never again will 1 lay eyes on the campus of my college days. Feel] sort of sentimental about it. Don’t want to see all the changes. Other people can go back, and pretend to enjoy it. But not me. I've got more sense. Never intend to go back. And I didn’t intend to, either. We were rushing through the long drive from Evansville to Indianapolis. Two hundred miles in an afternoon. Just my Dad and myself in the car. We mapped our route, and it carried us 20 miles wide of Bloomington. At Switz City we stopped for gas. That was the mistake, stopping for gas. We asked the fellow about the roads. And he said the road ahead was terrible, and that everybody was going by way of Bloomington. I still think that if T'd been alone I'd have gone on through. But a fellow’s Dad

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Ernie by Chance Breaks a Promise |

On the Japanese Front

Stubborn Chinese Defense and Guerrilla Attacks Harry Nipponese

when there was a good road just as near. We swung to |

the right and headed for Bloomington.

We stopped in the village of Lyons and I asked a kid if he knew Joe Benham. The kid said he did, |

and I drove away fast, full of fear that I might see him. I didn’t ask at all after another memory . . . a girl I knew . .. I wanted to ask, but somehow I couldn’t. Bloomington finally came. If I had followed the highway numbers we'd have gone right on through. But we didn’t, and I told my Dad I couldn't figure

out where we were, and then I told him I knew now.

“That's the Phi Gam house right ahead,” I said.

We still could have driven right on. But we |

stopped. I asked a student where Dean Edmondson’s office was now. He showed me. In that fancy new building there. There wasn’t any building like that in my school. But I went in. “Dr. Edmondson has gone,” the secretary said. “Is it important?” 1 said “Well, sort of, maybe. «eo . 14 years . . . first time » She telephoned. Three or four places. Finally 1 heard her say “Mrs. Edmondson.” Here, et me talk to her. Do you remember . ..? You do? Swell, T'll wait. right here. 1 waited. In a few minutes Dean Edmondson arrived in a rush. And Mrs. Edmohdson came from the other direction in the car. Old friends. How long can you stay? Only an hour at most. We'll go out to the house.

The Dean Understood

Mrs. Edmondson took my Dad. and the Dean rode with me. “That's the new women's dormitory,” he said. “And that’s the new school of music. Were they here when you were here?” “No. Nothing was here when I was here.” “How long since you were back?” “I've never been back. It's 14 years now. “Fourteen years!” “Yes. I hadh’t intended ever to come. Had funny ideas about it. I'm very excited now. I can't tell you how I feel. For an hour I've hardly been able to keep from crying.” “I understand that, Ernie. I know exactly.” The Edmondsons are high spots in my life. They were never Deans to me, even in the old days. They were people. They were so sane. It was they who told a restless boy to go ahead and quit school and go to China if he wanted to. It was they who told him to quit school a second time, when the offer of a job came. It was they who sat in understanding and talked in

We're old friends

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their calm, slow voices the night he thought the

world had come to an end for him. “And you still roll your own cigarets,” Mrs. Edmondson said. Dean Edmondson used to roll ’em too. and it was from him I got the idea. And I'm still rolling ‘em. But he smokes ready-mades now.

The old softie. It was dusk when we left. I hadn't looked at the

campus or the new buildings as we came in. I didn’t look at them as we drove out. I had come back, but I hadn't come back. And never could,

My Diary

By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

First Lady Finds Pine and Spruce Trees at Hyde Park Need Spraying.

VDE PARK, Sunday.—We entered our cottage at Hyde Park on Friday night, sat on our porch, looked at the reflection of the sunset on the water and basked in a feeling of complete peace and quiet. Nothing was heard but the evening chirp of the birds and the distant bark of a dog. Saturday morning I rode for nearly three hours and spent the afternoon looking at trees which need attention from the tree man. I discovered the bugs were getting in their usual work and we would have to spray everything all around the house. Just as I had made this discovery, the tree man came back to ask me if I had noticed that the little pines and even the spruce needed spraying. A good hard rain, he said, might clean them all off, but unfortunately we had only a very gentle rain. When I looked up at the trees this morning, there were more bugs then when I had looked at them last night, so IT am afraid spraying is in order. Miss Cook always says that people in the past may have had to fight wild animals, but that the present generation and future generations are going to fight bugs. I used to laugh at her, but now that IT have begun to watch even a few things grow, I am inclined to think she is entirely correct. Before 1 left Washington, Mr. Edward Bruce presented me with a piece of sculpture which had been chosen in their competition for the Apex Building as the most beautiful single piece entered. He had it, cast for me and now I have it on a shelf opposite my desk. its colors blend very well with my soft, pine woodwork.

Always Has Time for Chat

I do not know whether artists care whether the work of their hands gives real joy to those who later | possess if. but if they do, I would like Mr. Henry |

Kreis, the sculptor, to know that more and more

this bit of his work is growing to mean something | I feel that it belongs where it now | stands and that I should miss it if it were not there. | Another long ride this morning and negotiations |

in my day.

with our neighbor, Mr. Moses Smith, who rents the nearby farm from my husband, for permission to put

the horses out occasionally to pasture with his cows. | He is a good friend of ours and always a kind neigh- | bor. From him I have learned one valuable lesson | —he always has time for those who wish to chat with |

him.

Bob Burns Says—

OLLYWOOD, June 6.—One reason why we went !

to New York last week was to kinda pick up a few ideas on the latest fashions, but when it comes to ladies’ clothes, New York can take lessons from Hollywood. Some of our good dressers out there have'ta have a different ensemble for every occasion.

Not long ago a woman was suin’ her husband for |

divorce and she went to her tailor to get some clothes to wear in court. The tailor said, “Well now, you'll need a direct testimony suit, a cross-examination gown and somethin’ dainty and clinging to faint in.” " (Copyright, 1938)

While Japanese infantrymen direct their fire at ‘the town from their shallow trench, a Japanese tank dashes against the walls of a Chinese position at Lincheng, on the Tientsin-Pukow line, north of the Hsuchow sector, where some of the fiercest fighting of the long undeclared Sino-Japanese war is taking place. A Japanese soldier can be seen at the left as he follows the tank toward the position of the Chinese defenders. Since these photos were taken fighting has moved inte the sector west of Kaifeng. Here the Chinese are attempting a stand to save the Lunghai and Peiping-Hankow railroads, vital communication lines for the Army. During this fighting in Central China, Canton, in the South, has been subjected to Japanese air bombings. Two thousand persons were injured or killed in a recent attack.

While his comrades support a bridge of poles and planks on their shoulders, a Japanese soldier crosses a stream in the South Shantung Province under the severe fire of the defenders. Many of the soldiers who braved the fire of the Chinese to sup-

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port the bridge while the infantrymen made their way across were wounded, but they held on until the other side of the stream had been taken.

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This is the way the Japanese Army cuts a Chinese line of communication. The picture shows a dynamite blast blowing up a bridge on the Lunghai railway west of Suchow. The strategy behind the action was an attempt to prevent orderly retreat by Chinese. Much of the recent fighting has occurred along the railroad where the Chinese have heen making a desperate stand to protect it.

Jasper—By Frank Owen

A few short hours before this train on the Chengtai railway, carrying wounded Japanese soldiers to a base hospital behind the froni, passed, Chinese guerrillas attacked another train, killed many and overturned the locomotive with hand grenades. The type of guerrilla warfare is causing the Japanese invaders severe setbacks in the central China warfare, Persistent refusal of Chinese armed forces to stay down under the blows of Japan's mechanized army has brought calls for additional men from invading forces in Shanghai. Japanese have predicted a battle of great magnitude in the Kaifeng area. Tt is reported that Chinese reinforcements have moved up west of Kaifeng after capture of the city by the Japanese,

Packed crosswise in their car, Japanese war wounded are shown as they returned to comparative safety and comfort after a siege on the front line of battle in central China. The men received first aid at a base hospital 100 miles from the front. Along the route from the scene of battle the train carrying the wounded was harrassed by Chinese bandits and guerrilla warriors,

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Kensuke Horinouchi, former Consul General in New York, has been named as Japan's Ambassador to the United States, replacing Hirosi Saito. Saito will go to London, and the present Minister there, Shigeru Yoshida, will retire. Horinouchi is now Vice Foreign Minister in the Japanese Cabinet. His successor has not been named. Horinouchi, 52, entered the diplomatic service in 1911,

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Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

With the Theater, Where You Used A Nose as Well as Eyes and Ears.

NOTHING makes me madder than to have the youngsters of today pity us oldtimers because we didn’t have the movies to go to. Shucks! Maybe we didn’t have the movies, but, by George, we had the theater,

I don’t want to brag, but when I recall the realism of the old-time theater, it makes me sick to think of the modern movies. Compare the two, if you will. The old-time theater wasn't merely a matter of sights and sounds. It was a three-dimensional affair which included not only something to see and hear, but something to won't believe it, of course, but it's a fact nevertheless

Shucks! The Movies Can't Compare

{| that when we kids went to the

| theater we had to bring not only | our eyes and ears, but our nose as | well. Otherwise, we couldn't have | got our money's worth, I believe it was James A. Hearne who produced the best-smelling plays when I was a kid. He was to the stage what William Dean Howells was to fiction, the pioneer American realist. Both were sticklers for the truth. Mr. Hearne stopped at nothing to make his plays as real as possible, and I don’t think there is any ques tion that he reached the top when he produced “Shore Acres,” a picturesque New England play in which he took the part of Uncle Nat Berry, the most lovable and hungry character the stage ever produced, Anyway, it was in the third act of “Shore Acres” that the whole company celebrated a marriage anni= versary, and sat down for a real-for-sure New Eng land dinner. As near as I recall the meal consisted of a 15-pound stuffed turkey, mashed potatoes, cran= berry sauce, celery, and an enormous dish of parsnips, It ended with pumpkin pie, and enough for everye | body to have a quarter-cut,

Aroma Even Reached the Gallery

I don’t think I'll ever forget that act. The savory smells swept down from the stage, and reached every part of the theater, even the corner of the gallery where I sat. It was a heavenly experience come | pounded partly of exquisite pain and partly of a feel ing that Mr. Hearne and his company had invited me | to participate in the feast. I don't know how Mr, Hearne's company managed to put away a whole ture key every night (and four matinees a week), but they did. I saw the play six times, and the last time I saw it Mr. Hearne appeared to enjoy the meal as much, and maybe more than when he started eating turkey on the stage in 1893. For some reason, too, the meal smelled better the last time I saw the show, Well, that was what I was getting at. When the movie people get around to making their screen meals smell the way Mr, Hearne's did, maybe I'll agree with the youngsters that the movies have something te rave about, But not till then, mind you.

Mr. Scherrer

Jane Jordan—

Believes Parents Err in Allowing Wedded Children to Live With Them.

EAR JANE JORDAN-I am married and have a child. We have always lived with my parents. My brother and his wife and child live at home, too, My sister-in-law doesn’t like my family. By spying she obtained some information which she holds over my head and makes my life miserable. I hate quarrels of any kind, especially those which give her an open-

ing. She builds upon every detail, even to the point of telling deliberate lies. She thinks my mother cares more for my child than hers and compares her treat | ment of my husband and my brother. My mother is | fair and her attitude toward all is the same. I have

| tried to understand her and to be as friendly as I can,

but I have had no success, We can't move. If we do my parents would have to forfeit their home as we are helping with the payments. I do not see how an” different arrangement can be worked out, If everything stands as it is it will be years before we can move and before I can have a home of my own. Can you see any solution? DISCOURAGED. ” un »

Answer—There is no greater mistake than for families to get their finances so entangled that they cannot extricate themselves. The family mortgage is the specter which has spoiled the lives of many a young couple who would have established a home of their own.

To begin with your parents are wrong, dead wrong, to keep both of their children at home after marriage. They should have pushed both you and your brother out on your wedding days. Then this miserable situa« tion would never have occurred. If it meant selling or renting the family home and reducing their scale of living, they should have done so. There is absolutely no hope of solving your problem until your parents have seen this point and are willing to work toward a rearrangement which frees (heir children from the shackles of the mortgage. Your sister-in-law, doubt less, would be less haveful if she could live alone with her husband and child. She must be as unhappy as you are, and life is no bed of roses for your mother, I do not know what it is that your sister-in-law holds over your head, but whatever it is I should think you would rather have it out in the open than to he oppressed by her blackmailing tactics. If she wants to tell, let her tell and let the chips fall where they may. Encourage vour husband to look for a job out of town. Of course it isn't easy to find work where you want it, but vou'll be surprised what persistence will do. The person who sets a goal and leaves no oppor« tunity unturned often achieves what is impossible for the timid and discouraged. You're so bound by your parents’ situation that you will not believe it possible to leave them. Start now to plan until you see a way to make the break, No matter how dark the outlook, never give up the idea that you and your husband and child must leave, Don’t show fear of your sister-in-law, The more you tremble the more she will persecute you. Have courage, JANE JORDAN,

Put vour problems in a letter to Jane Jordan, whe will answer your questions in this column daily,

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