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i Steinbeck Sees

Yanks Arrive

At an English Railroad Station

Story of ll Willing ‘Wot

Cross Girl at Coffee-Doughnut Stand

By John Stlnbeck (Qpecial to the Herald Tribune and the Charlottetown Guardian. Owl'-

right, 1943

IIONDON-The little gray English Italian is set in the green. roiling fields where the grass is noun: out ima, where the mow-inc 11 gmzu, the cut grass is _ tli: red poppies tire \\'li\tl‘.‘.l. double trucks lib by the front oi the lY-atlon and a "Y" sidiuu runs 1n back of the station. At 4:03 thc Alli- elican commandant and 1on1" of- ticers drive to the station. A isruisli ofitcer comes on: of the siunill 111.1115 room. "The train will bc imil‘ min- utes late," he sav .- l of the offic- els look at their u-aiches. 0n ifie

ain line a through train roars

rough at about seventy miles an hour. The young lieutenant says, "I tho ht British trains were s. .\'.“

" ey used to frold the world's mun-d for speed," the connnaiitlilnt says. ,

On another track a freight train

’¢s rmrxily tliroueh the stuiion 19.1 .-'1at ca:s are loaded with tanks. a. solid lme of tanks the whole length of the train. A hundred yards from the station a elubniubile m parked, a bus convened ill‘u :1 kit- chen fol‘ the cooking u.‘ doughnuts and coffee and run b1." two Red Gloss girls. Their coffee urns are shunning and great baskets of mughtnuts are accumulating. They lift out the doughnuts and load the baskets with them. O11 top of the bulls a loud speaker connected tviin a phonograph

The commandant says, “That big gill il a great one. We not 500 man at 6 o'clock this morning

ey were pretty tired. That bi:

l put on a. record and (lid a

hland fling to some he: iniisic. Site's a funny one. The sineli of m: cooking dottchnuts comes dotvn breeze.

The British officer comes out o! the sismal man's house again. "It will be here in three mitiu ," he says. And again [he olfi look at their watches. The little brain comes around the bend It passes the station. puts its t:1.l into the "Y" and baeke into thel

ding. The compartments are solid with hclmeted men and their equipment is piled in front of ‘hem in the knees. Their faces are illfllfifii. as brown as their utiiforms. ‘They are sitting with their Dadis on and they! are tired It is a hot ailer- noon. one of the few of the slim- mer.

Troops Pile Out Wearlly

As the train pulls in the ‘Y graph in the clutxnobiic i '

Five by Five." . i

long way. The soldiers i ~,. heads slowly and loci: toward ch music. Now a sertzeutii ruin. down the side of the train and ovens the doors of the compartment but the men do not more A stout c: ' with a very black mou-"yt-li sl . s. "All rzeht men. Pile out of it.‘ and the little coniuilrinienls filfigtvrgg the mcn. They stand hehvlc

platform. their shculdci

sweat undcr the pack .

their bricks wct under t

'I'hey carry their barru

and the things which wot

guitar here alid a lllflflflfl .n. . ". of shoes. One man ha. a mover-ell

tcrrior on a string and it stand beside him panting with ment.

The stout, worried captain "*- the men lined un and mair s them to the clubmobilc Swing music is still .- --_ -. - ~ m,»

excl“

0n a. side of the truck and eat-h one sets a big cup of coffee and two doughnuts. Then they break their ranks and stand about dime. lng the coffee and looking lost. 'l"lie big girl comes out of the truck and works on them. "Where you from, boy?" "Mllchigan."

"Why, we're neighbors. from Illinois."

A local wolf. a slicker at home, :1 dark boy with sideburns, says wearily and lust from a sense of duty:

"mat you doing tonight. baby?”

"What are you doing?" the big

i asks, and the men about laugh oudly as ff it were verv funrw.

The tired wolf puts an arm about her waist. "Plant me." he says, and the two do a grotesque shag. a kind of slow-motion Jitterbug.

zes Former Film Star

A blqid boy with a sunburned nose and red eyelids shvly approa ch- el a lieutenant. He has his coffee in (t: hand and his two doughnuts ll other Too late he realizes g he is in trouble. He balances

I come

two doughnuts on the edge of cup and they promntlv fall info the coffee. He salutes and the lieu- tenant returns ii. cravclr “Excuse mo. sir." the boy says. “Aren't you a movie star?"

retailers’ shell s ill

f’ and a Cheerful Red I 1 "I knew I'd seen you in pictures."

ma my says. ‘I'll write home about J

seeing you here. Say." he 88W With cxrlteiiiznt, "would YOU write YOU-Ti iznuie hero on something and I could l send it home and then theyd have to believe me and they could keen it for mo."

“Sure," the lieutenant IEYB. and he signs his name with a Dflncil on the back of a lrrubby QIWQIUDO ircin the soldiers pocket. The boy regzirtls it for a moment

"Whatre you doing here?” he

asks.

“Why. I'm just in the Army. the satire as you are."

“Oh. yes. of course. Yes. I lee you are. Well, they'll have to be- iieve I saw you now."

“How long have you been over " the lieutenant asks.

"were no: supposed to say ony- t ing about stuff like that."

"Sure, I forgot. Good boy to re- lneniber it "

The doughnuts 1n the coffee have hccoliic semi-liquid by now. The boy drinks the coffee and the iloughnuis without noticing.

“Do you suppose we'll ever be let to so to London?" he sake.

"Sure. When you get a pass "

“Vvcll, that's a long way off, isn't it?"

"Not so far. You could make ft on a iorty-eight-hour pass easy and have lots of time.”

"Well. AN there lots of girls there?"

"Sure. Plenty."

“And will they. will they talk to a guy?"

“Sure they will "

“Hot ciamii!" says the boy. Qh, hot. damn!"

"Fall in." the stout. worried cap- tain shouts. and "fall in," the Stir-

eants shout. The blond boy gets in

no. still holdine his cup. The hi: girl yells at. lilin over the music;

"Hey. sonny. We need those cups."

She rushes fiercely up to him and crabs the cup and then quickly pats film once on the shoulder. The men on both sides of him laugh loudly. as if it trerc very filnny.

Canned Fruits And Vegetables Are Frozen

OTTAWA, July 26—1CP)-The Prices Board today halted move- iricnt of canned iruit and vege- table proucis ii I 1 warehouses to

c a move to as- rtlrc titieqilat/e supplies for next winter.

Desert Destiny

I! Joseph Chadwick

oo-owooovoo 04004004000 CHAPTER XXIV

TIM‘ was still duwin te w en she IIW Ruth r fin up from the sofa and le outdoors. Again, she felt a fealousy. Out there in ight, would J

Pete muttered, mean? Do ou blame me for hltine that gu t‘ tnce he came, Rut-l}, has not h e es for any one else. l-lll tone was itter.

‘Tracy said suddenly, ' m tired oi’ dancing. Let's sit: down."

A few minutes later, Ramon and Helene came into the room. Thm. Juan drifted in.

"What's this '1 hear about Phil Garrison dodging a bullet thll morning?" Juan asked.

"That's right,‘ Pete told him, then made a wry face. "And 1m the suspect in the attempted mur- derl"

"Nonsense!" 'I‘racy laid dill-Gilly- “Jim doesn't suspect you any m0"- He realizes he made l. miltflkfl tllll morning."

Juan frowned. "What's goin! on.

from be shot. It

ginning to look ilaxignnecl. Who's gunning for him? Heaven knows, myself don't want him here an am eager to get him away, but kill- ing a man is somet ing else again!"

His dark eyes fixed susplvlvlllli’ on his uncle.

Ramon. seeing that look, lea d up. here, if you're b00116 B

me . . .

"Oh, don't look so shocked and self-righteous," Juan bloke in- “Maybe ou wouldn't use a gun yourself, ut you're not above PHY- lng Jose to do it!" Ramon took a quick step forward and struck his nephew acres! the face with the flat of’ his hand. Juan reeled back then surged forward with clenched fists.

Tracy, jum ing up, ca ht hold

of his arm. “ top Juan-o . sto ! He was trembling violently. ut he heeded her._ He stood uncer- talnly for an instant then strode across the room to the bar and poured himself a drink. “You can't blame Ramon for striking you after what you said. Tracy told him. “I'm sure you didn't really mean it. Why d0n$ you apologize?’

Juan shrugged. "Okay - mflyzb? I was a little hot-headed. Sorry.

Ramon slowly sank back into his c air. There Was a momfllfi 01' awkward silence.

Then, he said, “We've got to send this Phil Ganlson away. If Jose should kill him. the blame would be put on us. because it's known we don't want him here." He turn- ed to Tracy aecusingly._ You brought him herc—-lt's up to you to make him leave."

but I can't make him leave. 011

won't.

The order. effective immediately was announced by K Taylor, Prices Board Food Coordinator, and ziffccts all canned fruit and vegetable products. cxcqat canned soups, baby foods. jams. jellies and inarninlades. Frozen and dehyd- rated products arc not affected.

‘The action takes the form of withholding from the ictall mar- kct the current pack of canned wgctuhles and friilt and the rc- nuilncier of the i942 pack now 1n the hands of canners and whole- salers. thus conserving stocks dur- in: thc period when supplies of fresh products are readily obtain- able," the Board said in its an- nounccmcnt.

"In putting this plan into oper- ntlun the Board is inerciy doing on a national scale wlhat thrifty housewives do in holding their home-canned products on the shelf or in the cellar while fresh fruits are in season," Mr. Taylor said.

“The foods administration has been well aware of, ulid scrloilsly concerned with, the situation with respect to abnormally high prices on fresh fruits and vegetables this spring," Mr. Taylor continued.

“It has thoroughly canvassed the possibility of a ceiling arrange- ment for these fresh products but, with the best possible advice avail- able, has been imable to evolve any practical plan towards this e11 . "

"The advices we are receiving from various market areas in Can- nda are to the effect that fresh vegetables, particularly are be-

fused to bring lilni here in the first

place,’ Juan grumbled. "I don't sea

why you ‘did. After all. it's as 11111011 to your interest as to ours not to let this outsider cut in on us. Where will you be if the Senora 1B won over by him and decide to be- queath the ranch to him? You de- pend on it as much as we do. It's your home and you've got a Strike in it-or expect to have when the Senora dies. If Phil Garrison gets the inside track. she's very likely to give all the rest of us the short end 1n her will."

Tracy gave Juan a cold l_ook.

“Thanks for not begrudging m0 my place here,“ she said sarcastic- ally. “But what part of the ranch will any of us have if you and Ramon and Ruth have your way? You want. it sold."

“It should be sold," Ramon put in. "The Senora is too old to know what is best. I, as her onl living son, should decide the ma ter. I should be acknowledged as the head of this family. If Phil Garri- son—-an outsider, as Juan says -- should be put in charge here, it would be grossly unfair. And I mean to fight against it!‘

with that. he rose and stalked

After he was gone, silence settled over the room. Juan poured him- self another drink. Helene sat star- ing into space. Pete seated himself at a card table and began playing solitaire.

Tracy moved restlesal about.

ginning to move to market in in- creasingly heavy volume and 1x1- rcady are becoming available o consumers at lower prices. This will become more apparent within the next week or two "in most areas in Canada."

WHEAT FOR U.S.

Although the 795.000 bushels of Canadian wheat of the quota allott- ed by the Ilnited States to Canada for the twelve-month period bctlintiing May 29. i943, has now been filled. that fact tines not affect l-milfllfs from Canada by the U.S. War Food Administrator or any other person or agency designated

"I used to be." the lieutenant lays. "I used to be " I

CLEANING I'I' ron Tm: ACTION 1'0 com:

On board one of .111- tro-ipsiups tcrronean for the its-null on Siciii, nursing. (Canadian Army Photo»

by President Roosevelt.

She was wondering who her she should tell Ramon and Juan that their worries were “groundless — that the man they ought to be Phil Garrison was onlv a stranger. But no-they might go straight to the Senora with the truth and thus spoil her happiness. ‘Tracy could not bear w have that happen. Best to let things ride for the brief while that Jim would be here. Besides, Ramon and Juan were so callous and calculating that 1t gave her l. certain satisfaction to them writhe at the fear of losln heritance they expected Senora.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a. knock at the door that led to the patio. Anawarln the knock, she found Clint Han on outside. I-Ie had changed from his trail- dulsty clothes to l. white linen su

He smiled at her and said.

rom 12110

She nodded unhapplly. "I knotg,

the Senora can do that, and she She wants him to fitfly de- spite what's happened — She SBYS no Garrison should run away from

danger. "All this wouldn't have happen‘ ed if yoi1'd listened to us and re-

out for a walk with me, Tracy- I'd like to have a talk with you.’

They walked out through the patio and beyond. Clint didnt speak at once.

Just a ranch manager always. I mean that some day - maybe some day soon - I hope to have a place of my own. Does that --uh—lnterest ou, Trac ?" “Interest me " she ea d uneasily. "What do uu mean, Clint?"