June 18, 1945 (4 pages)

4>> a, MONDAY, JUNE 18, 1945 NEVADA CITY: NUGGET Page Three ketings in California amounted to $1,701,141.000. This tremendous cash income from A BELL and broadcasts from Rome. On-the day that Mayor Nasta six-thirty “Oh, he is, is he? Well, according to what Borth says, they’ve got plenty of reason to hate him.’’? And the tion? That is very Nasta. ments that.”’ genteel of _you, IT thought all your punishwere more ingenious than ter who died Saturday at the home of ; her son in law and daughter; Mr. and A INCOME IN PATE aga Le ne ee ee ae — — at tape ponies . cts : : ; ae . 4 > SS * ; ss ; CoS . A ns iaiie eee 2 2 IS $1,701,141,000 . z 1 CHAPTER X Purvis said: ‘‘Who is this little . ta, or you will be put in jail.” unerat ervices for S $1,701,141, . & GB Bh tem fi 4 = Squirt, anyway? They sure hate! ‘‘You-mean that Nasta has beMrs. Rosetta Porter : 7 { <% tos rey SNS EY eS ‘ him, don’t thev?’’ ; come a common probationer?” j “uneral services were held this SACRAMENTO, June 18—During'. ens han Vinee At. each meal there were also 1m, don y? n tic . i j roe far aoe oe ees ee some idlers in the place, but they Major Joppolo said: ‘‘He’s the . Oh, zo Nasta is familiar with the afternoon in Hooper and © Weaver i We Clilerie aisouatea just came in to listen to the noon! One who used to be Mavor.”’ . Practice of putting people on proba. Mortuary for Mrs. Rosetta Ann Por . . the state’s farms and ranches is a new high record for any state in any year. Without consideration of government payments to farmers, Cali‘fornia has ied all other states in cash farm income since 1929, except for the years 1940, 1941. 1942 Iowa stood first. The ‘state’s cash farm income jn: 1944 represents 8.6 per cent of that for the entire United States, wherewhen “as California has approximately 2.2 per cent of the farms. — The state’s 1944-cash income (excluding government payments) was 148 per cent above the prewar average and higher income from fruits and nuts combined, with a corresponding increase of 231 per cent, has been most pronounced. Compared with figures for 1943, an 8 per cent increase was recorded, substantial increases for fruits and livestock more than offsetting decreases in income from field and the commercial vegetable crops. It should be emphasized that the cash farm income figures do not represent net income, nor do they afford a proper measure of relative farm operation and production have increased greatly during recent years income. i replace net . earnings between the years. Costs of for ADANO By J ohn Hersey so that net farm income has not increased proportionately with gross Besides, time made it normally maintain and buildings, machinery e war restrictions have farmers to farm and equipment. DR. HARRY MARCH WILL SPEAK The Grass Valley Business and Professional Women’s Club will hold their June dinner meeting Wednesday evening in the Holbrooke Hotel. Ethel Foote, program chairman, has announced that Dr. Harry March ‘will ‘be the guest speaker. The doctor will tell of his recent trip to Tampico and Mexict City. Miss Betty Eldredge will give a report of the national president’s talk on the UNCIO in San Francisco. Mrs. Vada Meeker, club president will preside. Iraq is one of the greatest oil produring countries in the world. Greyhound FROM NEVADA CITY For Auburn For Colfax From Auburn From Colfax . Leave ie ee 7:45 A. M. 3:45 P. M. Arrive12:15 P.M. 7:00 P. M. 4:15 P.M. Agent: R. J. JEWETT 123 Bank Street, Grass Valley Depot: National Hotel yaa) Broad Street, Nevada City Phone: Enterprise 10506 SERVING ALL THE WEST WITH DEPENDABLE TRANSPORTATION Hotel Clunie . IT’S FAMOUS COFFEE UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT BAR ARE RENOWNED IN CALIFORNIA RATES FROM $1.50 UP Excellent Service—Best Food SHOP AND COCKTAIL 8TH AND K STREET, TOY AND JACOBS. JACK BRUNO, Manager SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA fot SAMPLE RES Of You will find yourself one of the your community when you read The Christian Science Monitor ‘ gegularly. You will find fresh, new viewpoints, a fuller, richer : understanding of world affairs . . truthful, accurate, unbiased % mews. Write for sample copies today, or send for a one-month trial subscription to this international daily newspaper. . The Christian Science Publishing Society 4 One, Norway Street, Boston 15, Mass, NAME. .ccccvcccccccccssseccccevessocs STREET. cccrveccccoceses evereree seeesee CITY. ccccccccccccceces SIATE.srecece Tete Alizes § Fomtons Snviee best informed persons in * Please send sample copies of The Christian Science Monitor including copy of » Weekly Magazine Section, 0) Christian Science Monitor, for which ! enclose $.. . Please send a-one-month trial subscription to or . r ane eae ew i) heed Ue ten eS impossible for . came down from the hills, Major Joppolo and Captain Purvis had just finished their pasta and were talking about the stuffy Navy fellow, Livingston, when they heard an unusual noise out in the street. There were shouts of anger, and whistles. The Rome broadcast was on at the moment, and some rather outrageous things were being said, so Major Joppolo guessed: ‘‘That’s the mob down at one of the Doppo Lavoro clubs jeering the radio. I heard they did that a couple days: ago. This is the first time I ever actually heard them.,”’ Captain Purvis said: ‘‘Why aren’t these bums, jeering here? What do they think they are, anyhow? Tell them to jeer, pal.’ But the. noise outside grew, and seemed to be coming up the street. And ,soon several of the idlers who had. been listening to the radio in the restaurant ran out. As the noise grew still louder’ the two women picked up-handfuls of fruit and ran out, pursued by their guests. Then the owner of the place and his wife and son ran out with their mouths full of pasta and eggplant. Finally Major Joppolo said: “Let’s go see what it is.’”’ So he and Captain Purvis ran out too, with their napkins in their hands. This is what they saw: : Up the center of the street a forlorn looking man walked: He was very short, and rather heavy-set. His clothes were dirty and torn. His shoes were covered with dust. His face was very sad, and he walked Slowly, hanging his head. There was only one proud touch to his whole figure, and that was a pair of pincenez spectacles balanced on his big nose, = Behind the man, keeping a safe distance as if there still might be some dynamite in him, a large crowd walkéd, shouting and whistling its derision. The derision was ten times louder than it would other. wise have been because this was the first time the people of Adano had ever been able to express their feelings toward this man. Even behind their own closed doors they had held their tongues about Mayor Nasta in the past. because he seemed to have ears in every house, and his eyes peeked in every window, and his punishments were sadistic. : But now they shouted what they thought. “Fascist Pig,’’ they shouted. This. was what they shouted most. But they also shouted: ‘‘The murderer always goes back to the scene of his crime!’’ _ They also shouted: “Where is . Mayor Nasta’s whip now?’’ Curiously the two women shout. ed, and there was a kind of. pride in the way, they shouted. There was a priest in the crowd, and he shouted: ‘‘Blaspkemer!”’ There were some children in the crowd, and they ram along shouting: “‘Pig! Pig! Pig!” The anger of the mob bordered on violence. When the unhappy Mayor got opposite the Albergo .dei Pescatori one of the women raised her arm and threw a plum at him. It missed him and splashed in the street. A boy of twelve threw a’ stone. Then several brickbats flew, and the shouts of long repressed hatred became shrieks of revenge. Captain Purvis looked at Major Joppolo and Major Joppolo said: “‘We’ve got to put a stop to this.’’ Captain Purvis was not a subtle American, but he was a brave one. He ran out in the street between Mayor Nasta and the crowd. He held up his hand andshouted: “Stop! Stop,’’ you ignorant fools.” The crowd kept coming. A stone flew past Captain Purvis toward Mayor Nasta. Captain Purvis pulled his pistol out of his pocket. That was enough. The ones. in front held. back the others, and the mob halted in the street. Captain Purvis went back to the sidewalk. Mayor Nasta, seeing that he was saved, ran over to his deliverers, and he stood in the gutter blubbering his thanks. ‘‘Americans! Oh, my friends. Thank you for saving me from these ungrateful people. I have served them for years and see how they behave. I am all alone, Americans. I have been in the hills all alone for days. No one would stay with me. All the others gave themselves up. I have thought everything over. I wish to help you if I can. .”” And he rattled on, his voice going higher and higher. Someone in the mob _ shouted: “Mister Major, if you help that man you are not our friend.” Major Joppolo acted quickly to save the situation. He walked into the street and held up his hand for silence; he was careful to make it his left hand, so that it would not be mistaken for a Fascist salute. “Go homé, peoplé. I will take care of this man as he deserves. He is under arrest.’’ And the Major said quickly to Captain Purvis in English. ‘Arrest him, Purvis, show this gang that you’re arresting him.” This was the kind of thing Captain Purvis enjoyed, and as he clapped his hand heavily on Mayor Nasta’s shoulder he shouted: ‘I wish I understood Eyetalian. This is wonderful.”’ : The crowd broke up slowly, mumbling its protests at being deprived of revenge. ‘within his hearing. ‘Major.”’ Captain kicked Mayor Nasta in the seat of the pants simply because he didn’t know the Italian for: “You're a little squirt.” Mayor Nasta whimpered in Italian: ‘What are you going to do with me? If you are going to kill me, please tell me. first. Don’t . shoot me from behind.” What Major Joppolo did with May. ‘or Nasta was to take him up to his Office. Everyone, even little Zito who had once worked for Mayor Nasta, even D’Arpa, the weasel-like vice mayor who had once worked with him, everyone made faces of disgust when they saw Mayor Nasta, and some made obscene remarks When word passed around the Palazzo that Mayor Nasta was back, many people Stuck their heads in the door at the end of the Major’s office, which had once.been the Mayor’s office, to have a look at him in his disheveled’ condition, and to laugh at him to his face. = Major Joppolo said to Zito and Giuseppe: “I want to have a talk with Mayor Nasta alone. Go and tell the people in the other offices that I do not want to be disturbed, not even by a cracking open of that me iin PN =S> S Captain Purvis pulled his_ pistol out of his pocket. door. ‘I do not even want to be disturbed by the brushing of ears on the keyhole.’’ “Yes, Mister Major,” Zito said. “No, Mister Major,’’ Giuseppe said. Major Joppolo sat at the desk and said’ brusquely: ‘‘Sit down.’’ Mayor Nasta sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Well, what is it that you wish?” Major Joppolo said. Mayor Nasta brushed his hand along the wood of the desk patheti-, cally, and he said: ‘It seems strange to be sitting on the wrong side of this desk.” Major Joppolo said: ‘‘It may seem stranger to sit on the wrong side of the bars of your municipal jail. What do you want?” 2 Mayor Nasta rearranged the pince-nez on his nose, but he did not look Major Joppolo in the eye as he said: ‘‘I just want a chance, Mister “You want-a-chance!”’-Major Joppolo spoke angrily. ‘‘To whom did you ever give a chance?”’ “I have thought it over,’’ Mayor Nasta said. ‘I have been all alone for days. It was awful at night. I have thought it over, Mister Major. I want to help if I can.” “How many years were you in office?”’ “Nine, Mister Major.” “After nine years in office, you have thought it all over, have you? After nine years of graft and stealing and keeping these people down, you’ve thought it over, you want to help, do you?”’ “You have other Fascists in office here. I saw the face of D’Arpa a minute ago. I saw Tagliavia who was my Maresciallo of Finance. I saw Gargano of the Carabinieri. If you could use these, why not Nasta, the Mayor?”’ “T have a new Mayor, and a better one.”’ ' This hurt. ‘‘Who is this Mayor?” “Bellanca the Notario, an honest man, much more honest than the former Mayor.”’ ; And the former Mayor said: ‘Yes, Bellanca is honest. But surely you have something for Nasta to do? I would accept something less than Mayor.” Nasta rubbed the wood of the desk wistfully. ‘‘There is not. much left of the old Nasta,” he said. “‘T would accept something less than Mayor.”’ Major Joppolo’s eyes grew angry. He stood up abruptly. ‘Oh, you would, would you? Yes, I have something for you to do. You are to report every morning to Sergeant Borth of the American Army, You will find him in the Fascio. That is all you have to do each day. But see that you do it, Nas. right, without a trial. ““Please Nasta said. work to do.”’ Generous? be generous with me,’’ Nasta, what do you} “Please give me some . expect? For the crimes you have . committed against the people of Adano, you deserve to be shot outYou certainly never would give a fair trial, un. less it brought. you some kind of profit. Iam being more than generous. I am putting you on probation. See that you behave, you Fascist.” Mayor Nasta was obsequious now. “Yes, Mister Major,’’ he said. “What did you say was the.-name of the American officer to whom I must report?’’ “His name is Borth, and he is not an officer. He is a sergeant. (Mrs. David Maltman on the MeCourtney Road. Mrs. Ruth Gorky ‘onducted the services. Mrs. Porter was born in Illinois . 86 years ago. Most of her life was spent in the midwest. Her last tw . years were passed in California. Surviving are four daughters, Mrs. Maltman, and Mrs. Robert Williams Grass Valley. Mrs. Orthe Rhine, Sa¢ramento and Mrs. Frank Towle of Missouri, and three sons, Gilbert Porter of Indiana, E. Porter of Tenneseee, and Thomas Porter of Illin. ois. There arew3 grandchildren and . several . 1 . You are not worth an officer, Nasta.” “Yes, Mister Major.” This is how it happened that Mayor Nasta reported once every morning to Sergeant Borth at the Fascio. Because four or five people followed_the Mayor everywhere he went out of curiosity and hatred, there was a small audience on hand the next morning when he reported to Sergeant Borth for the first time. The audience enjoyed what it saw ~and:-heard, for this kind of situation was meat for Sergeant Borth, who thought the whole war was a joke. The tattered Nasta stepped into one of the M.P. offices, rearranged his pince-nez, and said: ‘‘Where will I find the Sergeant Borth?’’ “T am. Borth.’’ “Tt am Nasta.”’ “Oho,” roared Sergeant Borth. He stood up, rubbing his hands. ‘So you are the Mayor. I understand that youjhave come to Adano to repent your sius. Is that right, noble Mayor?’”’ “I was told that I was to report here each morning. I was-to report, ‘not be humiliated, Sergeant.’’ “You will call me Mister Sergeant.”’ Mayor Nasta snorted, from his long habit of snorting. Borth said sharply: ‘‘Listen, Nasta, I know more about you than you know about yourself. You be careful how you behave here. Now, answer my questions civilly. Is it correct that you came to Adano to repent your sins?’’ Mayor Nasta was white with anger, but he said: ‘I suppose you might say so.”’ : “Thank you,’”’ Borth said with exaggerated politeness. ‘‘In that case you will repent one sin-each morning when you report to Sergeant Borth. Would you like to choose your own sins, or would you like , Sergeant Borth to choose them for . a you?” Mayor -Nasta couldn’t keep himself from snorting. “T see,’’ said Borth, with his overpoliteness, ‘‘you would like Borth to choose. Very well, let’s see. This morning we will discuss the sin of your disgraceful running away from your post in the face of the American invasion. What is this sin called, Mayor Nasta?”’ “What do you mean, what is it called?”’ “You are at a loss for words? Very well, Borth will answer his own question. It -is called the sin of cowardice.’’Mayor Nasta snorted. “No matter what side you were on, no matter if you were on the side of the crooks, it was a sin to run away, was it not, Mayor?”’ Mayor Nasta rearranged pince-nez with a trembling hand. “Answer my question: did you or did you not give rifles to the Carabinieri and grenades to the Finance Guards, make them a_ beautiful speech about fighting to the last man, and then run to the hills?’’ Mayor Nasta said with a trembling voice: ‘‘You tell me, clever Sergeant.”’ . Sergeant Borth shouted: ‘‘Answer me, probationer.”’ Mayor Nasta said quietly: “I did, Sergeant.”’ “Mister Sergeant!”’ “T did, Mister Sergeant.” “Are you sorry for this disgraceful sin, Nasta?”’ Mayor Nasta could hear the people snickering behind him. He said meekly: “I am, Mister Sergeant.”’ Borth said: ‘‘All right, then, you his may go.”’ The small audience who heard this first repentance told their friends about it, so that the next morning there was a larger crowd in front of Sergeant Borth’s office when Mayor Nasta reported. ~ On the second morning, Sergeant Borth made Mayor Nasta repent for the sin of having had such a big house in this poor town, and for having hoarded money, which: was hidden in a mattress in the house, and for being a grafter. On. the third morning,. the Sergeant made him repent for being a Fascist, and for having been, as a young man, a member of the Secretaria Federale di Roma. On the fourth morning, the Sergeant made him repent for the sin of having fought for Franco in Spain, not gallantly, to be sure, but for having fought at all. : On the fifth morning, the Sergeant made him repent for the sin of having taken cuts on the fish market, the bakeries, and the vegetable market, and for stealing twenty-five per cent of the city impost tax. (TO BE CONTINUED) . . . . . . cooperation great grandchildren. Hen Blackbird Peste-s City Engineer A hen ‘blackbird has built a nest the top of a blue spruce in the yard of Edwin C. Uren, city engineet and every time Uren waters his lawn puts up a vigorous protest. She perches aS near as possible and emits 2 stream of blackbird oathes of blistering quality. The cock bird is also in ‘voluble but plays a second fiddle to his wife’s tirade. A stream of'water from the hose only excites the pair. They retire beyond reach and redouble their’ shri!! chatter. Whenever either Mr. or Mrs. Uren appear in their garden both birds perch out of arms reach and _. violently protest. India. is cut off from the rest of Asia by the Himalaya mountains, highest« in the world. JUST WONDERIN’ !'T wonder at goblin purveyors. And how they insistently do, Keep offering ghoulies and ghosties Topeople like me and like you. Do you remember little orphan ‘Annie and her choice collection of spooks and goblins? Of course you do and no doubt thére were Many nights when.you crept up the shadowy stairs to bed, fear in your hearz and Annie’s scary warning ringing in your ears: There were numbers of Annies in those gullible days of childhood and there are many Annies now—Annies of both sexes, old Annies and young ones, all with specialized figments oi their own maginations and all tegsoblin’s peating the old lite, the will git you if you don’t, watch out. We' are not children now, so let's be gullible. Under ‘our sun of freedom, the Annies claim the right to sibber—every right to tell their story, and we have the privilege to throw the light of reason over their . Wares and refuse to believe: in the ghosts. Lately many little Annnes have worked over time making a fearsome bogie man of our ally Russia and some of us felt every emotion while listening to their horror tales— every emotion from vague uneasiness to stark fear. But why? The Rus+sians are an intelligent people ana expediency alone forbids war with the United States. It seems at times as though some of& these little Annies would really like to foment trouble between RusSia and the United States. I wonder why. Just now understanding are the essential gdeinents needed for that future of peace and security which seems so very desirable. Perhaps the Annies think the world without the excitement of war would be monotonous: perhaps they would like to solve the old problem what would happen if an irresistible force should clash with an immocable object. Whatever the motive which animates them the Annies are overly loquacious their terror tales are duly presented and their favorite line is the goblins will got you if you don’t watch out. In cooperation with worthy allies we have fought great battles and won conclusive victories, we have exploded myths and debunked Soblins we have learned many lessons ir: the arts of understanding and appreciation. Human intelligence dictates a continuance of cooperation in the establishment of peace and in the solving of those vexed economic and social problems, which have hitherto made wars inevitable. We can’t afford to listen to little Annie now; there is too muéh important, work to be done. The fate of a shattered world is in our hands the safety and well being of future generations wait upon our actions. Go away little Annie the only goblins we dread are fear, suspicion and distrust and éven these tend to disappear when the light of reason floods in. Uncle Silas says “some think the world will never and inpeople be at peace until every nation adopts arepublican form of government and republicans or democrats.—A. Mer: riam Conner.

4>> a, MONDAY, JUNE 18, 1945 NEVADA CITY: NUGGET Page Three ketings in California amounted to $1,701,141.000. This tremendous cash income from A BELL and broadcasts from Rome. On-the day that Mayor Nasta six-thirty “Oh, he is, is he? Well, according to what Borth says, they’ve got plenty of reason to hate him.’’? And the tion? That is very Nasta. ments that.”’ genteel of _you, IT thought all your punishwere more ingenious than ter who died Saturday at the home of ; her son in law and daughter; Mr. and A INCOME IN PATE aga Le ne ee ee ae — — at tape ponies . cts : : ; ae . 4 > SS * ; ss ; CoS . A ns iaiie eee 2 2 IS $1,701,141,000 . z 1 CHAPTER X Purvis said: ‘‘Who is this little . ta, or you will be put in jail.” unerat ervices for S $1,701,141, . & GB Bh tem fi 4 = Squirt, anyway? They sure hate! ‘‘You-mean that Nasta has beMrs. Rosetta Porter : 7 { <% tos rey SNS EY eS ‘ him, don’t thev?’’ ; come a common probationer?” j “uneral services were held this SACRAMENTO, June 18—During'. ens han Vinee At. each meal there were also 1m, don y? n tic . i j roe far aoe oe ees ee some idlers in the place, but they Major Joppolo said: ‘‘He’s the . Oh, zo Nasta is familiar with the afternoon in Hooper and © Weaver i We Clilerie aisouatea just came in to listen to the noon! One who used to be Mavor.”’ . Practice of putting people on proba. Mortuary for Mrs. Rosetta Ann Por . . the state’s farms and ranches is a new high record for any state in any year. Without consideration of government payments to farmers, Cali‘fornia has ied all other states in cash farm income since 1929, except for the years 1940, 1941. 1942 Iowa stood first. The ‘state’s cash farm income jn: 1944 represents 8.6 per cent of that for the entire United States, wherewhen “as California has approximately 2.2 per cent of the farms. — The state’s 1944-cash income (excluding government payments) was 148 per cent above the prewar average and higher income from fruits and nuts combined, with a corresponding increase of 231 per cent, has been most pronounced. Compared with figures for 1943, an 8 per cent increase was recorded, substantial increases for fruits and livestock more than offsetting decreases in income from field and the commercial vegetable crops. It should be emphasized that the cash farm income figures do not represent net income, nor do they afford a proper measure of relative farm operation and production have increased greatly during recent years income. i replace net . earnings between the years. Costs of for ADANO By J ohn Hersey so that net farm income has not increased proportionately with gross Besides, time made it normally maintain and buildings, machinery e war restrictions have farmers to farm and equipment. DR. HARRY MARCH WILL SPEAK The Grass Valley Business and Professional Women’s Club will hold their June dinner meeting Wednesday evening in the Holbrooke Hotel. Ethel Foote, program chairman, has announced that Dr. Harry March ‘will ‘be the guest speaker. The doctor will tell of his recent trip to Tampico and Mexict City. Miss Betty Eldredge will give a report of the national president’s talk on the UNCIO in San Francisco. Mrs. Vada Meeker, club president will preside. Iraq is one of the greatest oil produring countries in the world. Greyhound FROM NEVADA CITY For Auburn For Colfax From Auburn From Colfax . Leave ie ee 7:45 A. M. 3:45 P. M. Arrive12:15 P.M. 7:00 P. M. 4:15 P.M. Agent: R. J. JEWETT 123 Bank Street, Grass Valley Depot: National Hotel yaa) Broad Street, Nevada City Phone: Enterprise 10506 SERVING ALL THE WEST WITH DEPENDABLE TRANSPORTATION Hotel Clunie . IT’S FAMOUS COFFEE UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT BAR ARE RENOWNED IN CALIFORNIA RATES FROM $1.50 UP Excellent Service—Best Food SHOP AND COCKTAIL 8TH AND K STREET, TOY AND JACOBS. JACK BRUNO, Manager SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA fot SAMPLE RES Of You will find yourself one of the your community when you read The Christian Science Monitor ‘ gegularly. You will find fresh, new viewpoints, a fuller, richer : understanding of world affairs . . truthful, accurate, unbiased % mews. Write for sample copies today, or send for a one-month trial subscription to this international daily newspaper.. . The Christian Science Publishing Society 4 One, Norway Street, Boston 15, Mass, NAME. .ccccvcccccccccssseccccevessocs STREET. cccrveccccoceses evereree seeesee CITY. ccccccccccccceces SIATE.srecece Tete Alizes § Fomtons Snviee best informed persons in * Please send sample copies of The Christian Science Monitor including copy of » Weekly Magazine Section, 0) Christian Science Monitor, for which ! enclose $... . Please send a-one-month trial subscription to or . r ane eae ew i) heed Ue ten eS impossible for . came down from the hills, Major Joppolo and Captain Purvis had just finished their pasta and were talking about the stuffy Navy fellow, Livingston, when they heard an unusual noise out in the street. There were shouts of anger, and whistles. The Rome broadcast was on at the moment, and some rather outrageous things were being said, so Major Joppolo guessed: ‘‘That’s the mob down at one of the Doppo Lavoro clubs jeering the radio. I heard they did that a couple days: ago. This is the first time I ever actually heard them.,”’ Captain Purvis said: ‘‘Why aren’t these bums, jeering here? What do they think they are, anyhow? Tell them to jeer, pal.’ But the. noise outside grew, and seemed to be coming up the street. And ,soon several of the idlers who had. been listening to the radio in the restaurant ran out. As the noise grew still louder’ the two women picked up-handfuls of fruit and ran out, pursued by their guests. Then the owner of the place and his wife and son ran out with their mouths full of pasta and eggplant. Finally Major Joppolo said: “Let’s go see what it is.’”’ So he and Captain Purvis ran out too, with their napkins in their hands. This is what they saw: : Up the center of the street a forlorn looking man walked: He was very short, and rather heavy-set. His clothes were dirty and torn. His shoes were covered with dust. His face was very sad, and he walked Slowly, hanging his head. There was only one proud touch to his whole figure, and that was a pair of pincenez spectacles balanced on his big nose, = Behind the man, keeping a safe distance as if there still might be some dynamite in him, a large crowd walkéd, shouting and whistling its derision. The derision was ten times louder than it would other. wise have been because this was the first time the people of Adano had ever been able to express their feelings toward this man. Even behind their own closed doors they had held their tongues about Mayor Nasta in the past. because he seemed to have ears in every house, and his eyes peeked in every window, and his punishments were sadistic. : But now they shouted what they thought. “Fascist Pig,’’ they shouted. This. was what they shouted most. But they also shouted: ‘‘The murderer always goes back to the scene of his crime!’’ _ They also shouted: “Where is . Mayor Nasta’s whip now?’’ Curiously the two women shout. ed, and there was a kind of. pride in the way, they shouted. There was a priest in the crowd, and he shouted: ‘‘Blaspkemer!”’ There were some children in the crowd, and they ram along shouting: “‘Pig! Pig! Pig!” The anger of the mob bordered on violence. When the unhappy Mayor got opposite the Albergo .dei Pescatori one of the women raised her arm and threw a plum at him. It missed him and splashed in the street. A boy of twelve threw a’ stone. Then several brickbats flew, and the shouts of long repressed hatred became shrieks of revenge. Captain Purvis looked at Major Joppolo and Major Joppolo said: “‘We’ve got to put a stop to this.’’ Captain Purvis was not a subtle American, but he was a brave one. He ran out in the street between Mayor Nasta and the crowd. He held up his hand andshouted: “Stop! Stop,’’ you ignorant fools.” The crowd kept coming. A stone flew past Captain Purvis toward Mayor Nasta. Captain Purvis pulled his pistol out of his pocket. That was enough. The ones. in front held. back the others, and the mob halted in the street. Captain Purvis went back to the sidewalk. Mayor Nasta, seeing that he was saved, ran over to his deliverers, and he stood in the gutter blubbering his thanks. ‘‘Americans! Oh, my friends. Thank you for saving me from these ungrateful people. I have served them for years and see how they behave. I am all alone, Americans. I have been in the hills all alone for days. No one would stay with me. All the others gave themselves up. I have thought everything over. I wish to help you if I can.. .”” And he rattled on, his voice going higher and higher. Someone in the mob _ shouted: “Mister Major, if you help that man you are not our friend.” Major Joppolo acted quickly to save the situation. He walked into the street and held up his hand for silence; he was careful to make it his left hand, so that it would not be mistaken for a Fascist salute. “Go homé, peoplé. I will take care of this man as he deserves. He is under arrest.’’ And the Major said quickly to Captain Purvis in English. ‘Arrest him, Purvis, show this gang that you’re arresting him.” This was the kind of thing Captain Purvis enjoyed, and as he clapped his hand heavily on Mayor Nasta’s shoulder he shouted: ‘I wish I understood Eyetalian. This is wonderful.”’ : The crowd broke up slowly, mumbling its protests at being deprived of revenge. ‘within his hearing. ‘Major.”’ Captain kicked Mayor Nasta in the seat of the pants simply because he didn’t know the Italian for: “You're a little squirt.” Mayor Nasta whimpered in Italian: ‘What are you going to do with me? If you are going to kill me, please tell me. first. Don’t . shoot me from behind.” What Major Joppolo did with May. ‘or Nasta was to take him up to his Office. Everyone, even little Zito who had once worked for Mayor Nasta, even D’Arpa, the weasel-like vice mayor who had once worked with him, everyone made faces of disgust when they saw Mayor Nasta, and some made obscene remarks When word passed around the Palazzo that Mayor Nasta was back, many people Stuck their heads in the door at the end of the Major’s office, which had once.been the Mayor’s office, to have a look at him in his disheveled’ condition, and to laugh at him to his face. = Major Joppolo said to Zito and Giuseppe: “I want to have a talk with Mayor Nasta alone. Go and tell the people in the other offices that I do not want to be disturbed, not even by a cracking open of that me iin PN =S>

S Captain Purvis pulled his_ pistol out of his pocket. door. ‘I do not even want to be disturbed by the brushing of ears on the keyhole.’’ “Yes, Mister Major,” Zito said. “No, Mister Major,’’ Giuseppe said. Major Joppolo sat at the desk and said’ brusquely: ‘‘Sit down.’’ Mayor Nasta sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Well, what is it that you wish?” Major Joppolo said. Mayor Nasta brushed his hand along the wood of the desk patheti-, cally, and he said: ‘It seems strange to be sitting on the wrong side of this desk.” Major Joppolo said: ‘‘It may seem stranger to sit on the wrong side of the bars of your municipal jail. What do you want?” 2 Mayor Nasta rearranged the pince-nez on his nose, but he did not look Major Joppolo in the eye as he said: ‘‘I just want a chance, Mister “You want-a-chance!”’-Major Joppolo spoke angrily. ‘‘To whom did you ever give a chance?”’ “I have thought it over,’’ Mayor Nasta said. ‘I have been all alone for days. It was awful at night. I have thought it over, Mister Major. I want to help if I can.” “How many years were you in office?”’ “Nine, Mister Major.” “After nine years in office, you have thought it all over, have you? After nine years of graft and stealing and keeping these people down, you’ve thought it over, you want to help, do you?”’ “You have other Fascists in office here. I saw the face of D’Arpa a minute ago. I saw Tagliavia who was my Maresciallo of Finance. I saw Gargano of the Carabinieri. If you could use these, why not Nasta, the Mayor?”’ “T have a new Mayor, and a better one.”’ ' This hurt. ‘‘Who is this Mayor?” “Bellanca the Notario, an honest man, much more honest than the former Mayor.”’ ; And the former Mayor said: ‘Yes, Bellanca is honest. But surely you have something for Nasta to do? I would accept something less than Mayor.” Nasta rubbed the wood of the desk wistfully. ‘‘There is not. much left of the old Nasta,” he said. “‘T would accept something less than Mayor.”’ Major Joppolo’s eyes grew angry. He stood up abruptly. ‘Oh, you would, would you? Yes, I have something for you to do. You are to report every morning to Sergeant Borth of the American Army, You will find him in the Fascio. That is all you have to do each day. But see that you do it, Nas. right, without a trial. ““Please Nasta said. work to do.”’ Generous? be generous with me,’’ Nasta, what do you} “Please give me some . expect? For the crimes you have . committed against the people of Adano, you deserve to be shot outYou certainly never would give a fair trial, un. less it brought. you some kind of profit. Iam being more than generous. I am putting you on probation. See that you behave, you Fascist.” Mayor Nasta was obsequious now. “Yes, Mister Major,’’ he said. “What did you say was the.-name of the American officer to whom I must report?’’ “His name is Borth, and he is not an officer. He is a sergeant. (Mrs. David Maltman on the MeCourtney Road. Mrs. Ruth Gorky ‘onducted the services. Mrs. Porter was born in Illinois . 86 years ago. Most of her life was spent in the midwest. Her last tw . years were passed in California. Surviving are four daughters, Mrs. Maltman, and Mrs. Robert Williams Grass Valley. Mrs. Orthe Rhine, Sa¢ramento and Mrs. Frank Towle of Missouri, and three sons, Gilbert Porter of Indiana, E. Porter of Tenneseee, and Thomas Porter of Illin. ois. There arew3 grandchildren and . several . 1 . You are not worth an officer, Nasta.” “Yes, Mister Major.” This is how it happened that Mayor Nasta reported once every morning to Sergeant Borth at the Fascio. Because four or five people followed_the Mayor everywhere he went out of curiosity and hatred, there was a small audience on hand the next morning when he reported to Sergeant Borth for the first time. The audience enjoyed what it saw ~and:-heard, for this kind of situation was meat for Sergeant Borth, who thought the whole war was a joke. The tattered Nasta stepped into one of the M.P. offices, rearranged his pince-nez, and said: ‘‘Where will I find the Sergeant Borth?’’ “T am. Borth.’’ “Tt am Nasta.”’ “Oho,” roared Sergeant Borth. He stood up, rubbing his hands. ‘So you are the Mayor. I understand that youjhave come to Adano to repent your sius. Is that right, noble Mayor?’”’ “I was told that I was to report here each morning. I was-to report, ‘not be humiliated, Sergeant.’’ “You will call me Mister Sergeant.”’ Mayor Nasta snorted, from his long habit of snorting. Borth said sharply: ‘‘Listen, Nasta, I know more about you than you know about yourself. You be careful how you behave here. Now, answer my questions civilly. Is it correct that you came to Adano to repent your sins?’’ Mayor Nasta was white with anger, but he said: ‘I suppose you might say so.”’ : “Thank you,’”’ Borth said with exaggerated politeness. ‘‘In that case you will repent one sin-each morning when you report to Sergeant Borth.. Would you like to choose your own sins, or would you like , Sergeant Borth to choose them for . a you?” Mayor -Nasta couldn’t keep himself from snorting. “T see,’’ said Borth, with his overpoliteness, ‘‘you would like Borth to choose. Very well, let’s see. This morning we will discuss the sin of your disgraceful running away from your post in the face of the American invasion. What is this sin called, Mayor Nasta?”’ “What do you mean, what is it called?”’ “You are at a loss for words? Very well, Borth will answer his own question. It -is called the sin of cowardice.’’Mayor Nasta snorted. “No matter what side you were on, no matter if you were on the side of the crooks, it was a sin to run away, was it not, Mayor?”’ Mayor Nasta rearranged pince-nez with a trembling hand. “Answer my question: did you or did you not give rifles to the Carabinieri and grenades to the Finance Guards, make them a_ beautiful speech about fighting to the last man, and then run to the hills?’’ Mayor Nasta said with a trembling voice: ‘‘You tell me, clever Sergeant.”’ . Sergeant Borth shouted: ‘‘Answer me, probationer.”’ Mayor Nasta said quietly: “I did, Sergeant.”’ “Mister Sergeant!”’ “T did, Mister Sergeant.” “Are you sorry for this disgraceful sin, Nasta?”’ Mayor Nasta could hear the people snickering behind him. He said meekly: “I am, Mister Sergeant.”’ Borth said: ‘‘All right, then, you his may go.”’ The small audience who heard this first repentance told their friends about it, so that the next morning there was a larger crowd in front of Sergeant Borth’s office when Mayor Nasta reported. ~ On the second morning, Sergeant Borth made Mayor Nasta repent for the sin of having had such a big house in this poor town, and for having hoarded money, which: was hidden in a mattress in the house, and for being a grafter. On. the third morning,. the Sergeant made him repent for being a Fascist, and for having been, as a young man, a member of the Secretaria Federale di Roma. On the fourth morning, the Sergeant made him repent for the sin of having fought for Franco in Spain, not gallantly, to be sure, but for having fought at all. : On the fifth morning, the Sergeant made him repent for the sin of having taken cuts on the fish market, the bakeries, and the vegetable market, and for stealing twenty-five per cent of the city impost tax. (TO BE CONTINUED) . . . . . . cooperation great grandchildren. Hen Blackbird Peste-s City Engineer A hen ‘blackbird has built a nest the top of a blue spruce in the yard of Edwin C. Uren, city engineet and every time Uren waters his lawn puts up a vigorous protest. She perches aS near as possible and emits 2 stream of blackbird oathes of blistering quality. The cock bird is also in ‘voluble but plays a second fiddle to his wife’s tirade. A stream of'water from the hose only excites the pair. They retire beyond reach and redouble their’ shri!! chatter. Whenever either Mr. or Mrs. Uren appear in their garden both birds perch out of arms reach and _. violently protest. India. is cut off from the rest of Asia by the Himalaya mountains, highest« in the world. JUST WONDERIN’ !'T wonder at goblin purveyors. And how they insistently do, Keep offering ghoulies and ghosties Topeople like me and like you. Do you remember little orphan ‘Annie and her choice collection of spooks and goblins? Of course you do and no doubt thére were Many nights when.you crept up the shadowy stairs to bed, fear in your hearz and Annie’s scary warning ringing in your ears: There were numbers of Annies in those gullible days of childhood and there are many Annies now—Annies of both sexes, old Annies and young ones, all with specialized figments oi their own maginations and all tegsoblin’s peating the old lite, the will git you if you don’t, watch out. We' are not children now, so let's be gullible. Under ‘our sun of freedom, the Annies claim the right to sibber—every right to tell their story, and we have the privilege to throw the light of reason over their . Wares and refuse to believe: in the ghosts. Lately many little Annnes have worked over time making a fearsome bogie man of our ally Russia and some of us felt every emotion while listening to their horror tales— every emotion from vague uneasiness to stark fear. But why? The Rus+sians are an intelligent people ana expediency alone forbids war with the United States. It seems at times as though some of& these little Annies would really like to foment trouble between RusSia and the United States. I wonder why. Just now understanding are the essential gdeinents needed for that future of peace and security which seems so very desirable. Perhaps the Annies think the world without the excitement of war would be monotonous: perhaps they would like to solve the old problem what would happen if an irresistible force should clash with an immocable object. Whatever the motive which animates them the Annies are overly loquacious their terror tales are duly presented and their favorite line is the goblins will got you if you don’t watch out. In cooperation with worthy allies we have fought great battles and won conclusive victories, we have exploded myths and debunked Soblins we have learned many lessons ir: the arts of understanding and appreciation. Human intelligence dictates a continuance of cooperation in the establishment of peace and in the solving of those vexed economic and social problems, which have hitherto made wars inevitable. We can’t afford to listen to little Annie now; there is too muéh important, work to be done. The fate of a shattered world is in our hands the safety and well being of future generations wait upon our actions. Go away little Annie the only goblins we dread are fear, suspicion and distrust and éven these tend to disappear when the light of reason floods in. Uncle Silas says “some think the world will never and inpeople be at peace until every nation adopts arepublican form of government and republicans or democrats.—A. Mer: riam Conner.