May 28, 1945 (4 pages)

og must be enjoyed by the. ‘erushing MONDAY, MAY 28, 1945 CE RO — de NEVADA CITY NUCCET 4 3 Page Three THINKING ‘OUT LOUD (Cofitinued from Page One) on the batilefield will automatically 7 { j Ns { RPS, . wate . ut ey SES guarantee the triumph of Democracy. at home. This war with all its frightful heartache and suffering, is but the beginning’ of our struggle for. Democracy. When the last battle has been won there will be those at home, as:there were fast time who will want us to turn our backs in seifish isolation on the rest of organized humanity and thus to sabotage the very peace for which we fight. We promisé you who lie here: : we will not:do that. We wil] join hands with Britain, China. Rus sia in peace, even as we have in war. to build thekind of world for which you died. When the last shot has been fired, there will] still be those whose eyes, are turned backward, not forward who will be satisfied with those wide! extremes of poverty and wealth in. which the seeds of another war can breed. We promise you, our departed comrades: This too we will not permit. This war has been fought by the common man; its fruits of peace common man. We promise by all that is sacred and holy, that your sons the song of minersand millers, farmers: and workers’ will inherit from your death the right to a living that is decent and secure. When the final cross has bean placed in the last cemetery ‘once again there will be those to whom profit is more important than peace who will: insist with the voice of sweet reasonablesness and appeasement that it is better to trade with the énemies ‘of mankind than by them to lose their profit. To you who sleep here silently, we give our promise: We will. not. listen. We will not forget that some of you were burnt with oil that came from American wells, that many 07f you were killed by shells fashioned from American steel. We promise that when once again men seek profit at your expense, we shall remember how you looked when we placed you reverently, lovingly in the ground. Thus do we. memorialize those who, having ceased living with us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselveg, the living to carry on the struggle they began. Too much blood has gone into this soil for us to let it lie barren. Too much pain and heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here solemnly swear: this shall not be in vain. Out of this, and from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this will come—we promise— the birth of a new freedom for the bons of men everywhere. Amen. ASSESSMENT WORK ON MINES SUSPENDED Department of Natural Resources, is receiving numerous inquiries as to “whether or not assessment work is required this year, mining claims. as) The act of congress signed May 3, 1943, suspends assessment work for thé duration, defined as follows: “Until the hour of 12 o’clock meridian on the 1st day of July after the cessation of hositilies in the present in order to hold generation's . the sons of . A BELL ADANO By J ohn Hersey Mr.-and Mrs. Richard Parsons, and young Schuyler left yesterday for their homein San Francisco, after a visit with Mr. and . Mrs. A. C. Parsons, parents‘’of Richlard. The Richard Parsons are now residents of San Francisco where a i rigid plant qudrantine is maintained by federal and state authorities against plant pests that might he introduced into California by way of ships returning from the islands of the Pacific. Richard Parsons is an inspector son, Parsons, in this service. Mrs. Roy Blair of Sacramento visited relatives in Nevada City over the week end. Mrs. Morgan and‘ three daughters left. Saturday morning for Fort Knox, Kentucky, to join Major Morgan and make their home there war as determined by proclamation of the president or concurrent resolution of the congress; provided, that every claimant of any such mining . claim, in order to obtain the benefits of this act, shall file, or cause to Jesse P. tion notice or ceritficate is recorded, on or before 12 o’clock meridian of ,July for each year that this act re;mains in effect, a notice of his desire to hold said mining cIMm under this act.”” ; Walter W. Bradley, state miheralogist, advises that this notice should be either filed or recorded ‘with the county recorder, before July 1. In order that this information reach aS many mining claim owners as possible, and as a reminder of the necessity of filing before noon, July 1st, the division is a¢cain broadcasting this advice through the press. Poppy Sales Break Records in Twin Cities While reeeipts have not vet been totaled, the American Legion Auxiliary in Grass Valley, and the Veterans of Foreign Wars Auxiliary in Nevada City, report the largest demand on record for poppies, sold urday. The supply in Grass Valley gave out early in the afternoon and in Nevada City, the supply was ‘exhausted by 12:30 p. m. The red poppies are sold annually and the entire proceeds are spent for the erans. BIRTHS WILKINSON--In. Nevada City, Nevada County, May 22, 1945, to Sgt. and Mrs. Richard Wilkinson, a son. : WHITCOMIB—In Nevada City, Nevada Connty, May 23, 1945, to Capt. and Mrs. E. Whitcomb of Camp Beale, a son. Mustafa Kemal, who died in 1923 became Turkey’s first president in 1919. eegularly. You will find fresh, new One, Norwoy Street, Boston 15, Mass, CITY. ccccccccccccceces DIATE. understanding of world affairs . . . truthful, accurate, unbiased ‘43 ews. Write for sample copies today, or send for ao one-month trial subscription to this international daily newspaper . . . The Christian Science Publishing Society NAME, .ccccccccccccccsscsvccncssccese STREET. ccorveccccccccceas eeeeee eeeeecce viewpoints, a fuller, richer Cy Please send sample copies of The Christian Science Menitor including copy of Weekly Magazine Section. Please send a one-month trial subscription to The Christian Science Monitor, for which . enclose $.. Hotel Clunie UNDER NEW IT’S FAMOUS COFFEE BAR ARE RENOWNED IN CALIFORNIA RATES FROM $1.50 UP . Excellent Service—Best Food MANAGEMENT SHOP AND COCKTAIL 8TH AND K STREET, TOY AND JAOOBS. JACK BRUNO, Manager SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA 3 A, be filed, in the office where the loca-. throuughout the two cities on Sat-. ]. i comfort and aid of disabled war ve'CHAPTER IV . mations which our friends will post, Fatta. You would not have had anything to lean against while read. ing because the proclamations will . be posted on the walls upon which . you depend. The hour of the read. ing, that is to say about five o’clock, . would have been bad for you, because it is the hour when you are overcome with energy and are able to lift a bottle of wine to your lips. “But the others will read, Fatta. They will learn that the Americans are our friends. They wil] learn of the changes. They will know what to.do. They will avoid the punishments. For them, Adano will be a new town, and life will be different. For you, it will be the same. You will do wrong, and you will be punished. Adano will still be a place of fear. “Look at the lazy Fatta; people! Do nhot.be like him, Read _the proclamations. Acquaint yourself with the new Adano! I have cried.”’ And Mercurio Salvatore moved the drum around behind him and marched “off to the several other places convenient for shouting, and in his. own way he told the people about the changes which were to come. -FatherPensovecchio could not remember when so many people had come to the Church of San Angelo. It was a pleasure, certainly it was a pleasure, to have so many come to the Church of San Angelo. But now Father Pensovecchio had a thought which made him very uneasy. What if the Mister Major should not come? Think of the shame. Think of how the other priests would laugh. Think how this vanity, this large crowd, would complain. Think of how his own faithfu] would flock on later Sundays to the other churches. Think of preaching to empty pews. : ' It was already five minutes past seven. The senior acolyte had already whispered in his ear that it was time to begin the mass. And the Mister Major aad not come. ‘The Mister Major, at’ that moment, was sitting in his office hav. ing-a-breakfast of fruit and discussing with Borth and with the usher Zito, who never went to church, the matter of the bell. Major Jop“You could have read the post . . polo sat with his feet on the huge}, desk eating fruit, Borth sat on the! end of the desk also eating, and’ the little Zito stood at attention in front of it, not eating but wishing . he were. Borth said: ‘‘As usual, Major. you’re letting your heart run your head. Forget the bell and clean up. the alleyway. This is too sentimental, this bell business.’’ : The Major said to Zito in Italian: “Zito, exactly when was the bell taken away?”’ Zito said promptly, without having to think it over: ‘‘June the fourteenth. It was the day when Mayor Nasta fined me three thousand lira for leaving my Atlas open at the page of North America. I used to read my Atlas in dull hours outside the door there, and that day I left it open at North America. Like everyone else, Mayor Nasta knew . ' the Americans were coming here. It made him nervous. He thought I was mocking him. He fined me six months’ pay.” The Major said: ‘‘June fourteenth, almost exactly a month.’’ Zito said: “It took them two days to take the bell down. They used six sets of block and tackle. Then it took another day to crate it. They started taking it down on the eleyenth and finally carted it away on the fourteenth.”’ The Major said: ‘The fourteenth,”’ but he was thinking. He was thinking so hard that he had forgotten all about going to church. : In the Church of San Angelo, meanwhile, Father Pensovecchio was growing frantic. Most of the heads _in his crowd, his lovely crowd, kept turning toward the door instead of facing the silver crucifix which survived the fire of 1553. ; In his office Major Joppolo said: “They took the bell away on the fourteenth of June. That is a month less two days. That is not so much time. Considering how things are done in our Army, perhaps not much’ has been done with the bell. Where was it sent, Zito?” : Zito said: ‘‘To the provincial government at the town of Vicinamare.”’ Major Joppolo said: ‘‘Perhaps it got no farther. Perhaps the bell is still sitting in its crate in Vicinamare.”’ Zito grew excited: ‘‘Do you think that is possible?’’ he asked. TheMajor said: ‘‘It is possible. We must find out.’’ And he took a piece of foolscap from his brief case and began a letter: “To: Lt. Col. R. N. Sartorius, C.A.O., Vicinamare, Prov. of Vicinamare. “From: Major V. Joppolo, C.A.0., Adano, Prov. of Vicinamare. “Re: Bell belonging to town of Adano. : “Undersigned would very. much appreciate your initiating investigation of records of provincial government of Vicinamare to see if you can trace. .’’ The service in the Church of San Angelo was taking a most unusual course. Having completed the supplication, .Father . Pensovecchio started reciting the Litany of Saint Joseph. It was the longest litany he could think of offhand, and he repeated the words. without any sense of their meaning. “Joseph, most valiant, Joseph, most obedient, Joseph, most faithful, mirror of patience, lover of poverty, model of workmen, ornament of the domestic life, guardian, of Virgins, ‘safeguard of families. .”’ Suddenly, Father Pensovecchio . broke off’ He had had an idea. He beckoned again to the senior, acolyte and: whispered in his ear: . “Have old Guzze ring the bell.” “= Now, father?’’ . “Do as . say. Burry.” And then the priest resumed in a3 his hollow voice: ; consolation of the poor; hope of the sick, patron of the dying, terror of the de-. mons.”’ And the people responded: ‘‘Pray 10r-us;” The priest said: ‘‘Protector of the} Holy Church.”’ . The people were just in the mid. dle of responding: ‘‘Pray: for us,” . when they heard a stroke of the bell over their heads. Worship: had to stop. while the bell rang, for its} vibrations shook the whole church. . In his office Major Joppolo blotted the letter and folded it. Borth said: ‘‘What time is it?” . The Major looked at his wrist . watch. ‘‘Seven twenty-six,’’ he said. Botth said in Italian‘“Zite, “16 you are such an expert on bells, what is that one ringing for at seven twenty-six in the; morning, and all alone?”’ Zito said: “It is strange. a church bell. That is From the tone I Lhe Major ran after him. would say it was the bell of San Angelo.”’ . “San Angelo!’’ The Major jumped ; up. He said, “I promised the priest _I would come, I got thinking about . the old belt. Zito, show me the way. : Run, Zito, this is terrible.’ Zito darted out of the door, and . the Major ran after him. Three or four idlers, sitting in the -morning sun, thought it was undignified of the new American Major ‘to chase little Zito through the streets. If he wanted to punish Zito, why did he not: send some of his military police after him? It did not suit his office to chase Zito himself, especially since it was unlikely ‘that he would catch him. The acolyte Ludovico, sitting on the steps of the Church, looked up . in amazement at the little Italian being chased by the American officer. He wondered why the American was chasing the Italian. The pair had run right past Ludovico up the steps of the Church before it occurred to him that perhaps this was the American Major. He got up quickly and ran up the steps after the two of them, but he was too late; they were already inside the door. The entire congregation stood up. The lazy Fatta even stopped leaning against the pillar. There was a considerable amount of murmuring, and as the Major walked up the aisle, puffing and wiping the sweat from his face, many people whispered: ‘‘Kiss your hand, kiss your hand.”’ In spite of the fact that he never went to church, Zito was impressed by the huge crowd and decided to stay. He followed the Major forward. Father. Pensovecchio, whose face was also covered with perspiration, as if he too had run a great distance, smiled and turned from ashen white back to his normal pink. As soon as he saw a pew that was not too crowded, Major Joppolo genuflected and slid into it. Zito imitated him and squeezed into ‘the same pew, which was too crowded then. The congregation seated itself, Father Pensovecchio cleared his throat. His confidence, which had very nearly left-him, was now very much in evidence. He had his crowd and he had his Major. g Major Joppolo couldn’t help noticing two heads in the pew right in front of him. One wag.the head of a man, and it was bald. The other was the head of a woman,-and. it was blonde. By tilting<his head a very little bit, Major Joppolo was able to find out that the bald head belonged to his interpreter, Giuseppe. He was not able, by tilting, to see the face of the blonde head, but, he could see that the hair was arranged fastidiously; with no loose strands. “If you remember,” said the hy } ' : 1 priest, “we were told that Ameri-. cans attacked priests and attacked . : and -killed women, and were all) Protestants. But right here now is! an Amerivan of Italian descent who is. attending mass, and is just as} reverent as you are toward. the Church of San Angelo. He is a very . busy man, He is so busy that he had to run all the way to church, and even then was<somewhat late. But we are very glad tochave him here.” Father Pensoveechio spoke with feeling. ‘‘We-are glad that he is one of us. Because of this man, I believe that the Americans are my friends. You must believe the same-thing, my children.” Major Joppolo noticed that the skin of the neck below. the blofide hair, though clean, was quite dark, and he wondered whether.the hair He wondered on during the was naturally blonde. about: this off and qass which followed. After mass he left quickly, to avoid the embarrassment he knew would result from mingling too much with the crowd. He took time only to tell Giuseppe that he had a little interpreting for him to do that afternoon, and to look into the face of the blonde. On the fifth day of the invasion a babel stood in line in front of the . shop of the baker Zapulla. There were many women, mostly dressed in black, and a few men. They talked in loud voices, each clamor. . . . ing for an audience. 1 “He has a furious energy,’’ said Maria Carolina the wife of the noisy cartman Afronti. ‘“‘He told small Zito to report for work at seven each morning. Zito thought that no official would be up that early. Zito went to work at seven and a half, and the Mister Major.told him that there would be a new usher unless the old usher could wake up on time in the morning.’’ Carmelina, the wife of the lazy Fatta, who was at the head of the line, said loudly: ‘‘It would be pleasing if Zapila the baker got up on time in. the morning so that the bread would be ready.’’ Zapulla the baker, black with the wood coke of his oven, came out to the front of the shop and roared: “Zapulla~the baker has’, been up since four imthe morning. If Zapul, la the baker hears remarks, he is, . eae deiieteleteintobdointoietoietenutenetegupell liable to go back to bed and let the bread burn up.”’ “Do you remember,” said Margherita the fat Craxi’s formidable wife, ‘‘do .you remember how the * Mayor Nasta used to hold office hours from noon until one, each day, the hour when we were all busy with our children? And how we had to apply in writing to see him? And how we had to wait ten days? And how he would treat us when we did see him?~-Now it is different. You can walk in any time all day.’’ She paused. ente:.’’ she said impressively, “Is that so?” said Laura Sofia, who was not the wife of anyone and at her age was not likely to be ever. “TI think I shall go and see him.”’ “On what pretext?’’ jibed Maria Carolina, wife of the noisy cartman. Afronti. ‘To make eyes at him?” “Oh,’’ said Laura. Sofia, “I have my complaints, just like the rest of you—even if I haven’t litters of children grunting like pigs on my floor.” Carmelina, wife of the lazy Fatta, Said: ‘‘My children are hungry. It would be nice if they could get their _bread on time.” From the depths of his shop Zapulla the baker shouted: ‘‘The children of certain ‘people may stay -hungry if certain people do not hold their tongues.’’ Mercurio Salvatore, crier of the town of Adano, was near the end of the line, but even though he toned his voice down to his conversational whisper, the whole line could hear him when he said: “I wish to tell you something. I asked him if I could listen to my radio. “He said: ‘Why not, crier?’ “T asked him what station I would be permitted to listen to. I asked: ‘Should it be the Radio of Algiers, or should it be the Radio of London which is called B.B.C.?’ “He said: ‘Reception here is best for Radio Roma. Why don’t you listen to the one you can hear the best?’ “T said: ‘Can you mean it? Radio Roma is anti-American. It has nothing but slander for the Americans.’ “And he said to me: ‘Crier, I love the truth, and I want’*you to love it too. You listen to Radio Roma. You will hear that it is three fourths lies. I want you to judge for yourself and to want the truth. Then perhaps you will want to listen to the other broadcasts which you cannot hear quite so clearly.’ ” Margherita, the formidable wife of Craxi, said: ‘‘Have you listened, crier?’’ Mercurio Salvatore said: “I have listened. I could detect only one lie yesterday, but it was a big one. Radio Roma said that Italian forces in the city of Vicinamare threw back three vicious Allied attacks. We all knew that Vicinamare was in the hands of the Americans late on the first day of the disembarkation.” Carmelina the wife of the lazy Fatta said: ‘It will be late on the fifth day before we get bread from this baker Zapulla.”’ Zapulla was impolite to Carmelina because of what she said. He came forward and threw a piece of woodcoke at her head and roared: ‘“Silence!”’ : The woodcoke missed Carmelina’s head, but hit the stomach of the formidable Margherita. She advanced, shaking her large fists. Zapulla went back to his ovens, as if he had not noticed where his woodcoke went. “He stands up when you . Ae a 8 Me 7 Ne bh ahs 4 Xs sMeat deagente rie. ste ate Netok a , » steate steoihobeefertesteoh *, Sete ee *, *, 6 ate ah <a a RAR AR Tobie se este tects toatestate dete ae? ook ay mrt seats * * % % Da x oie cs = 3 : * %* 2 Ks ‘ ake % wa £ & ‘+ E { ca AX ree a ES % % g ee ag 3 G , oO 7 Q . Sie ae ie sferfesfecterierteet oy oS Our patrons find that despite rationing and wartime condi‘tions the quality, of our meats measures up to the same high stadnards. we have always maintained. Our meats come from the best cattle, lambs and swine that money can buy. Our service to our patrons is built on a foundation of high quality and onable prices. “Ask your ei rs about us. 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og must be enjoyed by the. ‘erushing MONDAY, MAY 28, 1945 CE RO — de NEVADA CITY NUCCET 4 3 Page Three THINKING ‘OUT LOUD (Cofitinued from Page One) on the batilefield will automatically 7 { j Ns { RPS, . wate . ut ey SES guarantee the triumph of Democracy. at home. This war with all its frightful heartache and suffering, is but the beginning’ of our struggle for. Democracy. When the last battle has been won there will be those at home, as:there were fast time who will want us to turn our backs in seifish isolation on the rest of organized humanity and thus to sabotage the very peace for which we fight. We promisé you who lie here: : we will not:do that. We wil] join hands with Britain, China. Rus sia in peace, even as we have in war. to build thekind of world for which you died. When the last shot has been fired, there will] still be those whose eyes, are turned backward, not forward who will be satisfied with those wide! extremes of poverty and wealth in. which the seeds of another war can breed. We promise you, our departed comrades: This too we will not permit. This war has been fought by the common man; its fruits of peace common man. We promise by all that is sacred and holy, that your sons the song of minersand millers, farmers: and workers’ will inherit from your death the right to a living that is decent and secure. When the final cross has bean placed in the last cemetery ‘once again there will be those to whom profit is more important than peace who will: insist with the voice of sweet reasonablesness and appeasement that it is better to trade with the énemies ‘of mankind than by them to lose their profit. To you who sleep here silently, we give our promise: We will. not. listen. We will not forget that some of you were burnt with oil that came from American wells, that many 07f you were killed by shells fashioned from American steel. We promise that when once again men seek profit at your expense, we shall remember how you looked when we placed you reverently, lovingly in the ground. Thus do we. memorialize those who, having ceased living with us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselveg, the living to carry on the struggle they began. Too much blood has gone into this soil for us to let it lie barren. Too much pain and heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here solemnly swear: this shall not be in vain. Out of this, and from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this will come—we promise— the birth of a new freedom for the bons of men everywhere. Amen. ASSESSMENT WORK ON MINES SUSPENDED Department of Natural Resources, is receiving numerous inquiries as to “whether or not assessment work is required this year, mining claims. as) The act of congress signed May 3, 1943, suspends assessment work for thé duration, defined as follows: “Until the hour of 12 o’clock meridian on the 1st day of July after the cessation of hositilies in the present in order to hold generation's . the sons of . A BELL ADANO By J ohn Hersey Mr.-and Mrs. Richard Parsons, and young Schuyler left yesterday for their homein San Francisco, after a visit with Mr. and . Mrs. A. C. Parsons, parents‘’of Richlard. The Richard Parsons are now residents of San Francisco where a i rigid plant qudrantine is maintained by federal and state authorities against plant pests that might he introduced into California by way of ships returning from the islands of the Pacific. Richard Parsons is an inspector son, Parsons, in this service. Mrs. Roy Blair of Sacramento visited relatives in Nevada City over the week end. Mrs. Morgan and‘ three daughters left. Saturday morning for Fort Knox, Kentucky, to join Major Morgan and make their home there war as determined by proclamation of the president or concurrent resolution of the congress; provided, that every claimant of any such mining . claim, in order to obtain the benefits of this act, shall file, or cause to Jesse P. tion notice or ceritficate is recorded, on or before 12 o’clock meridian of ,July for each year that this act re;mains in effect, a notice of his desire to hold said mining cIMm under this act.”” ; Walter W. Bradley, state miheralogist, advises that this notice should be either filed or recorded ‘with the county recorder, before July 1. In order that this information reach aS many mining claim owners as possible, and as a reminder of the necessity of filing before noon, July 1st, the division is a¢cain broadcasting this advice through the press. Poppy Sales Break Records in Twin Cities While reeeipts have not vet been totaled, the American Legion Auxiliary in Grass Valley, and the Veterans of Foreign Wars Auxiliary in Nevada City, report the largest demand on record for poppies, sold urday. The supply in Grass Valley gave out early in the afternoon and in Nevada City, the supply was ‘exhausted by 12:30 p. m. The red poppies are sold annually and the entire proceeds are spent for the erans. BIRTHS WILKINSON--In. Nevada City, Nevada County, May 22, 1945, to Sgt. and Mrs. Richard Wilkinson, a son. : WHITCOMIB—In Nevada City, Nevada Connty, May 23, 1945, to Capt. and Mrs. E. Whitcomb of Camp Beale, a son. Mustafa Kemal, who died in 1923 became Turkey’s first president in 1919. eegularly. You will find fresh, new One, Norwoy Street, Boston 15, Mass, CITY. ccccccccccccceces DIATE.. understanding of world affairs . . . truthful, accurate, unbiased ‘43 ews. Write for sample copies today, or send for ao one-month trial subscription to this international daily newspaper .. . . The Christian Science Publishing Society NAME, .ccccccccccccccsscsvccncssccese STREET. ccorveccccccccceas eeeeee eeeeecce viewpoints, a fuller, richer Cy Please send sample copies of The Christian Science Menitor including copy of Weekly Magazine Section. Please send a one-month trial subscription to The Christian Science Monitor, for which . enclose $... Hotel Clunie UNDER NEW IT’S FAMOUS COFFEE BAR ARE RENOWNED IN CALIFORNIA RATES FROM $1.50 UP . Excellent Service—Best Food MANAGEMENT SHOP AND COCKTAIL 8TH AND K STREET, TOY AND JAOOBS. JACK BRUNO, Manager SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA 3 A, be filed, in the office where the loca-. throuughout the two cities on Sat-. ]. i comfort and aid of disabled war ve'CHAPTER IV . mations which our friends will post, Fatta. You would not have had anything to lean against while read. ing because the proclamations will . be posted on the walls upon which . you depend. The hour of the read. ing, that is to say about five o’clock, . would have been bad for you, because it is the hour when you are overcome with energy and are able to lift a bottle of wine to your lips. “But the others will read, Fatta. They will learn that the Americans are our friends. They wil] learn of the changes. They will know what to.do. They will avoid the punishments. For them, Adano will be a new town, and life will be different. For you, it will be the same. You will do wrong, and you will be punished. Adano will still be a place of fear. “Look at the lazy Fatta; people! Do nhot.be like him, Read _the proclamations. Acquaint yourself with the new Adano! I have cried.”’ And Mercurio Salvatore moved the drum around behind him and marched “off to the several other places convenient for shouting, and in his. own way he told the people about the changes which were to come. -FatherPensovecchio could not remember when so many people had come to the Church of San Angelo. It was a pleasure, certainly it was a pleasure, to have so many come to the Church of San Angelo. But now Father Pensovecchio had a thought which made him very uneasy. What if the Mister Major should not come? Think of the shame. Think of how the other priests would laugh. Think how this vanity, this large crowd, would complain. Think of how his own faithfu] would flock on later Sundays to the other churches. Think of preaching to empty pews. : ' It was already five minutes past seven. The senior acolyte had already whispered in his ear that it was time to begin the mass. And the Mister Major aad not come. ‘The Mister Major, at’ that moment, was sitting in his office hav. ing-a-breakfast of fruit and discussing with Borth and with the usher Zito, who never went to church, the matter of the bell. Major Jop“You could have read the post . . polo sat with his feet on the huge}, desk eating fruit, Borth sat on the! end of the desk also eating, and’ the little Zito stood at attention in front of it, not eating but wishing . he were. Borth said: ‘‘As usual, Major. you’re letting your heart run your head. Forget the bell and clean up. the alleyway. This is too sentimental, this bell business.’’ : The Major said to Zito in Italian: “Zito, exactly when was the bell taken away?”’ Zito said promptly, without having to think it over: ‘‘June the fourteenth. It was the day when Mayor Nasta fined me three thousand lira for leaving my Atlas open at the page of North America. I used to read my Atlas in dull hours outside the door there, and that day I left it open at North America. Like everyone else, Mayor Nasta knew . ' the Americans were coming here. It made him nervous. He thought I was mocking him. He fined me six months’ pay.” The Major said: ‘‘June fourteenth, almost exactly a month.’’ Zito said: “It took them two days to take the bell down. They used six sets of block and tackle. Then it took another day to crate it. They started taking it down on the eleyenth and finally carted it away on the fourteenth.”’ The Major said: ‘The fourteenth,”’ but he was thinking. He was thinking so hard that he had forgotten all about going to church. : In the Church of San Angelo, meanwhile, Father Pensovecchio was growing frantic. Most of the heads _in his crowd, his lovely crowd, kept turning toward the door instead of facing the silver crucifix which survived the fire of 1553. ; In his office Major Joppolo said: “They took the bell away on the fourteenth of June. That is a month less two days. That is not so much time. Considering how things are done in our Army, perhaps not much’ has been done with the bell. Where was it sent, Zito?” : Zito said: ‘‘To the provincial government at the town of Vicinamare.”’ Major Joppolo said: ‘‘Perhaps it got no farther. Perhaps the bell is still sitting in its crate in Vicinamare.”’ Zito grew excited: ‘‘Do you think that is possible?’’ he asked. TheMajor said: ‘‘It is possible. We must find out.’’ And he took a piece of foolscap from his brief case and began a letter: “To: Lt. Col. R. N. Sartorius, C.A.O., Vicinamare, Prov. of Vicinamare. “From: Major V. Joppolo, C.A.0., Adano, Prov. of Vicinamare. “Re: Bell belonging to town of Adano. : “Undersigned would very. much appreciate your initiating investigation of records of provincial government of Vicinamare to see if you can trace. ..’’ The service in the Church of San Angelo was taking a most unusual course. Having completed the supplication, .Father . Pensovecchio started reciting the Litany of Saint Joseph. It was the longest litany he could think of offhand, and he repeated the words. without any sense of their meaning. “Joseph, most valiant, Joseph, most obedient, Joseph, most faithful, mirror of patience, lover of poverty, model of workmen, ornament of the domestic life, guardian, of Virgins, ‘safeguard of families.. .”’ Suddenly, Father Pensovecchio . broke off’ He had had an idea. He beckoned again to the senior, acolyte and: whispered in his ear: . “Have old Guzze ring the bell.” “= Now, father?’’ . “Do as . say. Burry.” And then the priest resumed in a3 his hollow voice: ; consolation of the poor; hope of the sick, patron of the dying, terror of the de-. mons.”’ And the people responded: ‘‘Pray 10r-us;” The priest said: ‘‘Protector of the} Holy Church.”’ . The people were just in the mid. dle of responding: ‘‘Pray: for us,” . when they heard a stroke of the bell over their heads. Worship: had to stop. while the bell rang, for its} vibrations shook the whole church. . In his office Major Joppolo blotted the letter and folded it. Borth said: ‘‘What time is it?” . The Major looked at his wrist . watch. ‘‘Seven twenty-six,’’ he said. Botth said in Italian‘“Zite, “16 you are such an expert on bells, what is that one ringing for at seven

twenty-six in the; morning, and all alone?”’ Zito said: “It is strange. a church bell. That is From the tone I Lhe Major ran after him. would say it was the bell of San Angelo.”’ . “San Angelo!’’ The Major jumped ; up. He said, “I promised the priest _I would come, I got thinking about . the old belt. Zito, show me the way. : Run, Zito, this is terrible.’ Zito darted out of the door, and . the Major ran after him. Three or four idlers, sitting in the -morning sun, thought it was undignified of the new American Major ‘to chase little Zito through the streets. If he wanted to punish Zito, why did he not: send some of his military police after him? It did not suit his office to chase Zito himself, especially since it was unlikely ‘that he would catch him. The acolyte Ludovico, sitting on the steps of the Church, looked up . in amazement at the little Italian being chased by the American officer. He wondered why the American was chasing the Italian. The pair had run right past Ludovico up the steps of the Church before it occurred to him that perhaps this was the American Major. He got up quickly and ran up the steps after the two of them, but he was too late; they were already inside the door. The entire congregation stood up. The lazy Fatta even stopped leaning against the pillar. There was a considerable amount of murmuring, and as the Major walked up the aisle, puffing and wiping the sweat from his face, many people whispered: ‘‘Kiss your hand, kiss your hand.”’ In spite of the fact that he never went to church, Zito was impressed by the huge crowd and decided to stay. He followed the Major forward. Father. Pensovecchio, whose face was also covered with perspiration, as if he too had run a great distance, smiled and turned from ashen white back to his normal pink. As soon as he saw a pew that was not too crowded, Major Joppolo genuflected and slid into it. Zito imitated him and squeezed into ‘the same pew, which was too crowded then. The congregation seated itself, Father Pensovecchio cleared his throat. His confidence, which had very nearly left-him, was now very much in evidence. He had his crowd and he had his Major. g Major Joppolo couldn’t help noticing two heads in the pew right in front of him. One wag.the head of a man, and it was bald. The other was the head of a woman,-and. it was blonde. By tilting<his head a very little bit, Major Joppolo was able to find out that the bald head belonged to his interpreter, Giuseppe. He was not able, by tilting, to see the face of the blonde head, but, he could see that the hair was arranged fastidiously; with no loose strands. “If you remember,” said the hy } ' : 1 priest, “we were told that Ameri-. cans attacked priests and attacked . : and -killed women, and were all) Protestants. But right here now is! an Amerivan of Italian descent who is. attending mass, and is just as} reverent as you are toward. the Church of San Angelo. He is a very . busy man, He is so busy that he had to run all the way to church, and even then was<somewhat late. But we are very glad tochave him here.” Father Pensoveechio spoke with feeling. ‘‘We-are glad that he is one of us. Because of this man, I believe that the Americans are my friends. You must believe the same-thing, my children.” Major Joppolo noticed that the skin of the neck below. the blofide hair, though clean, was quite dark, and he wondered whether.the hair He wondered on during the was naturally blonde. about: this off and qass which followed. After mass he left quickly, to avoid the embarrassment he knew would result from mingling too much with the crowd. He took time only to tell Giuseppe that he had a little interpreting for him to do that afternoon, and to look into the face of the blonde. On the fifth day of the invasion a babel stood in line in front of the . shop of the baker Zapulla. There were many women, mostly dressed in black, and a few men. They talked in loud voices, each clamor. . . . ing for an audience. 1 “He has a furious energy,’’ said Maria Carolina the wife of the noisy cartman Afronti. ‘“‘He told small Zito to report for work at seven each morning. Zito thought that no official would be up that early. Zito went to work at seven and a half, and the Mister Major.told him that there would be a new usher unless the old usher could wake up on time in the morning.’’ Carmelina, the wife of the lazy Fatta, who was at the head of the line, said loudly: ‘‘It would be pleasing if Zapila the baker got up on time in. the morning so that the bread would be ready.’’ Zapulla the baker, black with the wood coke of his oven, came out to the front of the shop and roared: “Zapulla~the baker has’, been up since four imthe morning. If Zapul, la the baker hears remarks, he is, . eae deiieteleteintobdointoietoietenutenetegupell liable to go back to bed and let the bread burn up.”’ “Do you remember,” said Margherita the fat Craxi’s formidable wife, ‘‘do .you remember how the * Mayor Nasta used to hold office hours from noon until one, each day, the hour when we were all busy with our children? And how we had to apply in writing to see him? And how we had to wait ten days? And how he would treat us when we did see him?~-Now it is different. You can walk in any time all day.’’ She paused. ente:.’’ she said impressively, “Is that so?” said Laura Sofia, who was not the wife of anyone and at her age was not likely to be ever. “TI think I shall go and see him.”’ “On what pretext?’’ jibed Maria Carolina, wife of the noisy cartman. Afronti. ‘To make eyes at him?” “Oh,’’ said Laura. Sofia, “I have my complaints, just like the rest of you—even if I haven’t litters of children grunting like pigs on my floor.” Carmelina, wife of the lazy Fatta, Said: ‘‘My children are hungry. It would be nice if they could get their _bread on time.” From the depths of his shop Zapulla the baker shouted: ‘‘The children of certain ‘people may stay -hungry if certain people do not hold their tongues.’’ Mercurio Salvatore, crier of the town of Adano, was near the end of the line, but even though he toned his voice down to his conversational whisper, the whole line could hear him when he said: “I wish to tell you something. I asked him if I could listen to my radio. “He said: ‘Why not, crier?’ “T asked him what station I would be permitted to listen to. I asked: ‘Should it be the Radio of Algiers, or should it be the Radio of London which is called B.B.C.?’ “He said: ‘Reception here is best for Radio Roma. Why don’t you listen to the one you can hear the best?’ “T said: ‘Can you mean it? Radio Roma is anti-American. It has nothing but slander for the Americans.’ “And he said to me: ‘Crier, I love the truth, and I want’*you to love it too. You listen to Radio Roma. You will hear that it is three fourths lies. I want you to judge for yourself and to want the truth. Then perhaps you will want to listen to the other broadcasts which you cannot hear quite so clearly.’ ” Margherita, the formidable wife of Craxi, said: ‘‘Have you listened, crier?’’ Mercurio Salvatore said: “I have listened. I could detect only one lie yesterday, but it was a big one. Radio Roma said that Italian forces in the city of Vicinamare threw back three vicious Allied attacks. We all knew that Vicinamare was in the hands of the Americans late on the first day of the disembarkation.” Carmelina the wife of the lazy Fatta said: ‘It will be late on the fifth day before we get bread from this baker Zapulla.”’ Zapulla was impolite to Carmelina because of what she said. 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