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A. WU1V __ Wilmington &tar Korth Carolina’s Oldest Daily Newspaper Published Daily Except Sunday By The Wilmington Star-News R. B. Page, Owner and Publisher Entered as Second Class Matter at Wilming ton, N. C„ PostoHice Under Act of Congress of March 3, 1878. SUBSCRIPTION RATES BY CARRIER IN NEW HANOVER COUNTY Payable Weekly or In Advance Combi Time Star New* nation 1 Week _I JO 8 25 < 5fi 1 Month _ i-30 1-10 I Months - 3.90 SJ5 8-M 8 Months - 7.80 8.80 13.0C 1 Year . 15.60 18.00 28.00 (Above rates entitle subscriber to Sunday issue of Star-News) By Mail: Payable Strictly in Advance 8 Months .8 2.50 8 2.00 V 3.85 8 Months . 5.00 . 4.00 7.7C 1 Year . 10.00 8.00 15.4C (Above rates entitle subscriber to Sunday issue of Star-News)_ WILMINGTON STAR (Daily Without Sunday) 3 Months-81.85 6 Months-53.70 1 Yr.-87.45 When remitting by mail please use check or U. S. P. O money order. The Star News can not be responsible for currency sent through the mails. , . MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS AND ALSO SERVED BY THE UNITED PRESS With confidence in our armed forces—with the un bounding determination of our people— we will gain the inevitable triumph—so help us God. Roosevelt’s War Message. ' WEDNESDAY. APRIL 18. 1945. THOUGHT FOR TODAY The Great Commission, “Go ye into all th' world,” does not apply exclusively to foreign missions, for the world begins where your front yard ends. When you leave your own doorstep you are In the world. Rev. W. G. Coltman. ■\T_. A Brilliant Season The Community Concert Association’s sea son closed brilliantly on Monday night when Robert Weede, Metropolitan baritone, capti vated his auditors not only with his magni ficant performance but also with his selection of songs and arias. This has been the most successful and best attended season of the association in many lovers by the score hold the same opinion. It bodes well for good music in Wilmington as time passes. There is no imaginative touch in the thought that next year will be better, and the year after that still better, with im provement in each succeeding season as the number of subscribers increases and greater artists may be engaged. The concert association is doing a splendid job in developing music appreciation among Wilmingtonians. When the world again enjoys peace and life generally becomes normal, it is fair to think that because the people have discovered the rich rewards lodging in music there will be even greater appreciation of it and larger attendance upon musical perfor mances, which could lead to the engagement of the nation’s great symphony orchestras and even the creation of a fine symphony organization at home. If this is brought about, as it richly deserves to be, the Wilmington Concert Association will have had a major part in it. ———V Needed In Washington James F. Byrnes’ announcement that he has no plans to “come back into government serv ice is so disappointing that the vast majority of Americans will hope he can be dissuaded. Mr. Byrnes possesses such knowledge of do mestic and international affairs that President Truman and the nation need him. He has earned the right to retire, H past services were the only consideration. But it is questionable if any man fitted for a parti cular job is justified in stepping out so long as he is needed and still physically able to continue. Conscientious above the average, Mr. Byrnes may still come to understand that he has an obligation for service. We in the South are particularly interested in his ultimate decision inasmuch as we have no one in a top position at Washington. This is not so much that we seek geographical pre ferment, as such but because the South, so long neglected by government, deserves a share in shaping domestic policies because of its economic possibilities for the future and its present worth. -_V Born — Not Made An enterprising Boston woman with a mis »ion has opened a school at her home which she has given the ambitious name “American Academy of Poetry.” She is Miss Ralph Digh ton Jackson, a graduate of Radcliffe. class of 1939. After arranging a carefully considered course she started out by inviting selected groups to her home to her her talk on poetry once a week. With the encouragement then re ceived, she has now branched out with her academy. It is said in a Boston article describing her venture that the composition of poetry “is no more a veiled mystery than that of music or painting. Yet a certain vagueness of ap proach and fear of rending the gossamer have resulted in. . .lack of workshop standards and the miscellaneous teacing of technical tricki by a mechanical system. . .” It is to overcome these handicaps that Miss Jackson hopes tc start brilliant careers for budding but unknowr poets. Hers is a noble undertaking, but it has cer tain drawbacks, chief of which, we believe Is the indisputable fact that poets, like bal players, are born and not made. Like musit aid pa poetry springs from founts with in the fwul, not from schooling. The natural poet may improve his product through stucy but without a natural gift and unless the spark of a divine talent is lighted by inspiration, the alleged poetry of'the aspirant for Shakes peare’s mantle is mere verse and all too often doggeral. We cannot imagine Shakespeare, or Dante, of Homer, or Ooethe, or Milton, or Byron, Shelley, Keats, Goldsmith. Wadsworth, even Tennyson, to name a few only, becoming poets through instruction at an academy. It is a humble comparison but we revert to it because it is apt. Ball players have an in stinct for the game and without it no boy or man can be a star. Sand lots help. Spring training, too. But the gift to play must be in herent. So with poets. --V Celebrations Later Persons who have been expecting General Eisenhower to proclaim VE-Day when Allied Armies in the west of Germany join Russian forces from the east, and this means about everybody, naturally are disappointed at the General’s announcement that {he longed-for day will not arrive until Germany has been completely occupied and all major pockets of resistance cleaned out. Certainly there can be no Victory Day be fore the enemy as a whole is defeated. To celebrate it prematurely would be anti-climax. General Eisenhower has done well to clear up’ this wrong impression. Any celebration, however seriously conduct ed, inevitably would tend to weaken the war effort on the home front and jeopardize the very thing the event ostensibly would cele brate. As long as Germans are fighting in regu larly constituted units there can be no claim of victory. Only when the last organized unit, whether army group or battalion, has laid down its arms will it be either safe or wise to consider the victory achieved. And it be comes more and more apparent that this happy situation probably cannot come in the immediate future. Despite the way German soldiers are sur rendering there is still stubborn fighting ahead. The fanatical Nazi elements in the German armies, still looking upon Adolf Hit ler as a <lemi-god and clinging to his preach ments on a super-race, will continue as long as they have guns and can find shells for them. In the broader sense the war in Germany is now won, but in a literal sense it is not. Eisenhower believes there will never be a formal surrender. In that event, mass cele brations will be in proper order only when the German people have created a governing body capable of accepting terms at the peace table. 4 Check Your Brakes Traffic accidents have taken the lives of more than three quarters of a million human beings in the nation during the past 25 years, have crippled countless others, and have piled up economic losses running into billions of dollars. Traffic accidents have achieved the distinction of being one of the leading causes of death in this country. At a time when all young men under thirty years of age, regardless of essentiality of oc cupation, face induction into the armed forces, loss of life through traffic accidents is in excusable and represents a scandalous waste of our first weapon of war—manpower. The condition of the vehicle does enter into the matter of traffic accidents. And today, with cars nearly twice as old on the average as they were in pre-war days, it is high on the list of those causes which contribute not only to the frequency of automobile ac cidents, but to their severity. Brakes that fail to hold at the critical moment, steering gear failures, blow-outs, faulty lights—all these help to swell the accident total. Loss of manpower through accidents, cou pled with the tremendous problem of conserv ing motor vehicles, has prompted the Inter national Association of Chiefs of Police to launch a nation-wide brake-check program. It started on Sunday and will be concluded June 1. During that time, traffic officers through out the country will check passenger cars involved in accidents, those in traffic viola tions in which cars are moving, and vehicles operated in a manner indicating faulty brakes. Motorists can assist by getting their brakes —and other parts of the car—tested and re paired as occasion demands. With public co operation, the program will accomplish its impressive two-fold objective: a saving of our most essential home-front weapon of war transportation—and prevention of the loss of thousands of lives and limbs. —-V QUOTATIONS One of the most interesting manifestations of their (German civilians) sentiments is the way they laugh at us and make the equivalent of American wisecracks about what they con sider our ridiculous lack of military pomp and fanfare.—Lt. Gordon W. Seims of Chicago, at Hamborn, Germany. * * * It should be obvious to the German people that their only choice is between unconditional surrender now or unconditional surrender a little later after much of the Reich has been destroyed, city by city.—Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson. * • • This time we must leave the German people with no illusions about who won the war, no less than who lost the war.—Gen. Omar N. Bradley, 12th Army Group commander. New School District By TRANK L. PERRIN It is not impossible that the discovery Will be made, or that it will 'be conceded as a self - evident fact, that all our vaunted proc esses of education are but the repetitions or methods and processes taught and practiced esses of education are but the repetitions or methods and processes taught and practiced since that time to which the memory of man runneth not to the Contrary. Whatever is taught or sought to be taught, and whatever is learn ed or acquired through the application or en forcement of prescribed processes and approv ed methods, can be traced to the acceptance and application, in an appreciable degree, oi a written or unwritten disciplinary code or rule of action. The pioneers who peopled the prairie and wooded sections west of the Alleghanies and later the broad valleys of the Mississippi and the Missouri had, for the most part, been schooled in the villages and farm districts of New England and New York. They had, willingly or unwillingly, learned the rudiments of self - government by disciplining their think ing and reasoning processes. At least a bv product of this achievement was the realiza tion that order, even if enforced by one tc whom had been delgatd th authority to n fore obdience, was essential. It was in the natural course of events tha1 it devolved upon these pioneers, even withoul a too - willing acquiescence, to transplant anc perpetuate this Yankee system of Americar thinking and teaching, yes, and even of reason able and effective discipline, first into then homes, and then into the schools and churches which, because of their own teaching and thinking, they established wherever a few fami lies settled. My own memory, naturally enough runs back to vivid experiences in that frontier country. Reminiscing, one hardly speaks, ir comparing conditions then existing, of cultural lines of distinction. But there were lines oi differentiation. To some tney appeared 10 oe be hereditary, but in either case, when under A great deal of water has gone under the racial. To others they may have appeared tc bridge, as the saying goes, since those days, all those, without class or family distinction, On the fingers of both hands I could not count stood, equally nonessential and superficial, who have made conspicuous places for them selves as judges, legislators, educators, and some as mere writers. They were taught, and fortunately learned, to discipline their thinking. No, the story does not end here. Eeyond the fertile areas pre - empted by the adven turing pioneer families there lay, to the north and to the West, a vast empire to which there came, a little later, an alien but friendly horde of homeseekers. The strangers knew little or nothing of free schools, or public schools, and nothing at all of the processes by which Americans taught the new idea how to shoot. Edward Eggleston, three score years ago, in his “Hoosier Schoolmaster,” gave us an enduring and a faithful picture as true to life in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Illinois as it was of the vicissitudes and trials of a country schoolteacher in Indiana. Will you agree with me that the lesson impressed, both by experi ence and by the courage of the Hoosier School master, is that accepted or enforced discipline is fundamental in successful training in estab lishing a basis for right thinking and sane reasoning? If it is so agreed, then we must accept the responsibility, wherever the need exists, of establishing, by whatever means available and practical, and with or without the con sent of those in need of enlightenment and teaching, the processes and the teachers cap able of perpetuating the role of Edward Eg gleston’s hero. The whole of wasted and depleted Germany, with her horde of misguided and mesmerized young men and women, constitutes a new school district awaiting new teachers and new masters imbued with courage and sanctified with the faith and unselfishness of pioneer mis sionaries. To them, as they enlist for service, should be committed the responsibility, sacred in itself and not impossible, of seeing to it that the next revolution in Germany is a revo lution in human processes Qf thinking. It is by those right processes that true human free dom is born and made to endure.—Christian Science Monitor. EDITORIAL COMMENT OVERDOSAGE BY RADIO Something like a national movement against the interruption of i jws broadcasts has some how got going and is getting some results. The St. Louis Post-Dispatch lists the follow ing stations which have eliminated what the newspaper calls “plug-uglies”: WQXR (the New York Times), WMPS (Mem phis), WIBC (the Indianapolis News), KFRE (Fresno, Calif.), WTMJ the Milwaukee Jour nal), WMCI (Ashland, Ky.), WJR (Detroit), KGW The Portland Oregonian) and KSD (the Post-Dispatch). The ordinary listener will fervently hope for a whole rash of such results. There is a sick ening pathos in the pasue for a little proprie tary dose of liver medicine in the middle of a battle report, and unquestionably it’s doing something to a generation to have the news of world-shaking events split up and parceled out between odes to X's eyewash and peans to Peter’s Paste.—Nashville Tennessean. TOO MUCH WORRY We are constrained to believe some times that there is too much worry and flub-dub over the problems of the returning soldier will turn civilian and slip'back into civilian life just as quickly as he can shed the OD. All the dis charged veterans we know here have gone back to work, some in their old jobs and others in new jobs. All they want is a chance to go to ■work. Gastonia’s most decorated soldier, so far as we can find out, the former Pvt. Freck Huffstetler, wounded six times wearer of a whole chest full of medals and ribbons, went back to work within a week after he had been discharged, thus setting a most worthy ex ample to future returning soldiers. — Gasto nia Gazette. ANNUAL MIRACLE Every spring we wonder if the flowers were ever more beautiful. — Durham Herald. BACK YARD BASEBALL One of the pleasant sounds of spring is heard when the boys begin playing baseball in back yards and on vacant lots and play-grounds. The crack of the batted ball and the shouts of the runners and fielders .are a cheerfifl voice of spring. The American boy takes to baseball like a duck to water. It might be figuratively said that he is born with a bat and ball in his' hand. He inherits a capacity for quick thoughts and action that makes him good at this sport. It is a most wholesome occupation for him. When the kids are playing ball in the back yard, they aren’t doing any mischief. There whole hearts go into the game, which improves their physical ability and helps them think and act fast.—Abbeville, Ga.) Chronicle. BETWEEN “DEVIL DOG” AND DEEP SEA Your War-With Ernie Pyle # <b BY ERNIE PYLE OKINAWA— (by Navy radio) — We camped one night on a little hillside that led up to a bluff over looking a small river. The bluff dropped straight down for a long way. Up there on top of the bluff it was iust like a little park. The bluff was terraced, although it wasn’t farmed. The grass on it was soft and green. And those small, straight-limbed pine trees were dotted all over it. Looking down from the bluff, the river made a turn and across it was an old stone bridge. At the end of tne bridge was a village— or what had been a village. It was now just a jumble of ashes and sagging thatched roofs from our bombardment. In every direction little valleys led away from the turn in the river. It was as pretty and gentle a sight as you ever saw. It had the softness of antiquity about it and the minature charm and daintness that we see in Japanese prints. And the sad, uncanny silence that follows the bedlam of war. A bright sun made the morning hot and a refreshing little breeze sang through the pine trees. Thpre wasn’t a shot nor a war-like sound within hearing. I sat on the bluff for a long time, just looking. It all seemed so quiet and peaceful. I noticed a lot of the marines sitting and just looking too. * * * • You could come from a dozen different parts of America and still find scenery on Okinawa that look ed like your country at home. Southern boys say the reddish clay and the pine trees remind them of Georgia. Westerners see California in the green rolling hills, partly woodes, partly patch work ed with little green fields. And the farmed plains look like our mid west. Okinawa is one of the few places I’ve been in this war where our troops don’t gripe about what an awful place it is. -In fact most of the boys say they would like Oki nawa if it weren’t at war with us and if the people weren’t so dirty. The countryside itself is neat and the little farms are well kept. So far the Okinawa climate is superb and the vistas undeniably pre'tty. The worst crosses to bear are the mosquitoes, fleas and the sight of the pathetic people. * * * Most of the roads on Okinawa are narrow dirt trails for small horse-drawn carts. Then there are several wider gravel roads. One man aptly described it as “an ex cellent network of poor roads.’’ Our heavy traffic of course has played hob with the roads. Already they are tire-deep in dust and troops on the road have mask-like faces, caked with dust. Bulldozers and scrapers are at work constantly. * * * I’ve mentioned before about our fear of snakes before we got here. All the booklets and literature givn us ahead of time about Oki nawa dwell at length on snakes. They told us there were three kinds of poisonous adders, all three being fatal. The booklets warned us not to wander off the main roads, not to stop under the trees or snakes would drop on us (as if you could fight a war without getting off the roads!). In some of the troops briefings, they had the marines more scared of snakes then Japs. Well, I’ve kept a close watch and made a lot of inquiries. And the result is that in the central part of Okinawa where we’ve been there are just practically no snakes at all. Our troops have walked, poked, sprawled and slept on nearly every square yard of the ground. And in my regiment, for one, they have seen only two snakes. One was found dead. The other was killed by a battalion surgeon, coiled into a gallon glass jar and sent to 1he regimental command post as a souvenir. It was a vici ous rattler, a type called habu. Those are the only snakes I’ve heard of. There was a rumor that in one battalion they have caught and made pets of a couple o'f snakes, but I don’t believe it. The local people say the island was very snakey up until the mid dle 30s when they imported some mongooses which killed most of the snakes. But we haven’t seen any mongooses so we don’t know wheth er the story is true or not. Correspondent John Lardner says his only explanation is that St. Pat rick came through here once as a tourist and took all the snakes with him. WASHINGTON CALLING by MARQUIS CHILDS WASHINGTON — The magni tude of The calamity that has be fallen this na*ion at this hour no one can measure. It will be seen only in the long perspective of history. Even President Roosevelt’s bit terest enemies, those who have cherished for him nothing but hatred, must see what his loss means to us, coming as it does at the very moment when final victory has stirred hope of a new world; coming on the very eve of a meeting of momentous sig nificance. Let us say it now in this hour. Let us say that the victory is his victory. Out of the irresolu tion, the doubt, the uncertainty of just five years ago, when our fa miliar security seemed to disap pear before our eyes, he brought action and resolve. And out of that action and, resolve has grown the mighty torrent of America’s strength around the globe. The parallel with the end of the Civil war occurs at once. Lincoln's death came as armies of the north triumphed in the field. What fol lowed was stark, unrelieved trag edy. The plans that Lincoln had for a reasonable peace were swept aside as the jackals of partisan ship crowded in. The hope of an orderly, decent adjustment be tween Ncrih and South was shat tered, and we have paid the penal ty ever since. Seen in the perspective of his tory. Andrew Johnson of Tennes see was not a wicked man nor a stupid man. He had many good qualities But he was caught in the grip of inexorable forces. Surely we need not repeat that tragedy. Surety we can rise above partisanship in this hour of su preme need. So much depends upon the mod est-appearing ma n who early Thursday evening took the oath of the highest office in the land. A natural and unassumed modes ty has always been one of his consicuous characteristics. The fearful burden that is now his will awe him as it should. In that mood he may put aside the ordinary considerations of pol itics. It is true that those con siderations have dominated his ca reer in public life. Yet he proved in the Senate, as chairman of the Defense Investigating committee, that he could transcend them In the interests of the whole nation. It would be an enormously heartening act if at this moment the new President should form something like a coalition govern ment, bringing in from the out side all those who could lend strength to. the winning of the peace. The military command of the | war will not change. Truman will I certainly keep in office General Marshall, Admiral King and Gen eral Arnold, who have built our forces to commanding strength. Our enemies on both sides of the world can take no hope from what is our own tragedy. It is in the final phase—the win ning of the peace without which a military triumph is empty—that we need all the brains and the faith and the confidence that we can mustf-r. It is in this phase that Truman can buttress an ad ministration which has showed se rious signs of weakness in recent months. There ate men with experience and capacity who have never been called upon in our crisis. Presi dent Truman has an opportunity to show the world that he means to meet his test as a man of courage and stature. The page of history is clean. In this solemn hour, few Ameri cans will be inclined to stigmatize Harry Truman for his political past. He is in the American tra dition—the self-made man, the boy from the farm. If the 61-year-old Missourian can rise to this test, he will earn the gratitude not of this country but of the world. The test is not his alone. Because of the way in which for so long he dominated the American political scene, Presi Interpreting The War — By J. M. ROBERTS, Jr. , Associated Press War Analyit General Eisenhower, nearing the end of a war which has occupied him for three years, nas g0t;en himself into another which might keep him busy for a great deal longer. He has come out for a unified armed service for the United States. He suggests general train, ing for all officers, apparently wrh the idea of producing men compe. tent to supervise any combination of forces in a given action or at least mingled training to develop friendly understanding. Carrying the weight of a m.an who has commanding two of his. tory’s greatest amphibious opera tions, Africa and Normandy; who has made full use of air power who has employed naval units to aid river crossings far from, the sea, the pronouncement must have staggered some of his West Point associates. And a lot of naval and flying people could have been shocked more by a similar pro. nouncement from an admiral or Billy Mitchell’s ghost. i uuudiuciuai diguinenis against unification are hard to get at. Even newspapermen, carefully trained as objective observers, seem to get caught up in something when at tached for a considerable period to any one branch of the services. The services have bowed very well, although not without a great deal of friction below the top ranks, to a war-time system under the joint chiefs of staffs which has been tantamount to union. But they don’t want anything like that in the peace. The Navy is already deciding what ships it wants to dis pose of and lay up. without in dicating that it has asked the Army where it might want to go. General Eisenhower, in his brief expression on the subject, seems to have in mind a top level fami liar in general with everything, tapering off to the tactical tech nicians for each assignment. If the general has stirred up a hornets nest, he has some good support. Discussing the problem last summer, President Truman said his investigation of the war effort convinced him that: “The end, of course, must be 1 the integration of every element of America’s defense in one depart ment under one authoritative, re sponsible head. “By way of a good beginning.'’ he advocated that West Point and Annapolis “should not be continu ed as competitive institutions, fos tering rivalries that never die down. At some point in the final period of instruction, switch the | cadets to Annapolis and the mid- f dies to West Point. Break up the tradition that the Army and Navy are separate and distinct, with the success of one endangering the success of the other.” -V Daily Prayer — FOR UNCRITICAL MINDS Patient Father in Heaven, wha bearest with our human infirmi ties, forgive us, we pray, that in this hour of united purpose we do often fall into childish fretfulness and complaining and criticism, Giv^ us light to see that we are thus discouragers instead of heart eners of our men in uniform, and of our Government. Teach us how to be big enough and brave enough to be utterly loyal. Close our lips to fault-finding and to fear. In the soldier’s spirit of obe dience, may we trust the men whom we have placed in author ity; and, above all, hold fast to the conviction that Thou art over ruling ail things. We would ac cept reverses as a Father’s chas tening; and with good cheer Ad courage hearten all whose lives touch ours to believ e that the Cause which is identified with Thy revealed will cannot fail. Amen.— WTE. ---V A little flour sprinkled on raw slices of potato before frying helps to keep them crisp. ___ dent Roosevelt’s death leaves ui with a sense of irreparable loss. But he was one American, albeit one of the greatest Americans who ever lived. It is for all o' us, all of us who are Americans, to meet the test of this hour. (Copyright 1945 by United Fe»tur* Syndicate, Inc.) _ The Literary Guidepost By W. G. ROGERS “ONE ANGEL LESS,” by H. W. Roden (Morrow; ?2). Welcome again to Sid Ames, who chases crime and woman with equal success. His private de tective agency isn’t doing so well, financially, when this thriller be gins, but it's, in the red in more ways than one at the end. Gregory Watson’s wife is in a hospital and Gregory doesn’t quite know why. He appeals to Sid, who finds out, though his discoveries benefit the husband a lot more than the wife. There are colorful characters: a pair of plug-uglies, a mortician who believes in business first, a banker, a doctor and an assort ment of belles. But there’s very little about foods, though the au thor is president of a food con cern. “THE DEADLY DOVE,” byP* Rufus King (Doubleday, Dor an; $2;. Another wife is singled out for death in this creepy tale by the author of a score of mysteries. Young Alan Admont marries aged, wealthy Christine, and then lets an old pal arrange for her murder by which both hope to benefit. The Dove is to do the job. When Christine puts all her mon ey into, an annuity, Alan sets_to work to balk the murderer. The cast is a bunch of not too credible oddities whose talk is billed » “mirth.” “MURDER WEARS MlK UUKS,” by Eunice Mays Boyd (Farrar & Rinehart; S2>. Mukluks are soft - soled boots worn against cold and snow Alaska. Mukluks, together with » dark warehouse that was once * dance hall, make this a tense an exciting stcry. You find F. Millard Smith. h* little grocer you first met in Boyd’s ’Doom in the Midmgn Sun.” He acts meek, gets scar ■ (as you do with him) and thin, quick. He's in debt to Tom t'ho presses for payment, f There on you hold your breath The plot is intricate but ™ complicated. Beulah, Natalm Mae, Klondike, Long Fd. Gus, Archer aren’t so improba as the queer sticks jammed many mystery yarns. . Add warehouses to graveya and such like •* places 1 out of.
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