HE FELT like screaming, but said calmly enough, “I’ll die in here, like a trapped animal.” “No, you won’t, sir. I’ll get, you out. Don’t move.” “I can’t move; damn it. And you can’t get me out.” “I’ll get you out, sir. Please don’t move.” The boy’s voice was high, like that of a young girl, almost hysterical, on the edge of tears.By H. VERNOR DIXON
THE Theodore Todd Henrys took the house on Gridley Street for an adequate wartime reason —there was nothing else to take in Clinton. The house had little in its favor, but the Henrys were slightly stir-crazy from living in one room, ornately furnished with a bed, a dresser, one chair and a greenish bulb dangling like an unripe pear from the ceiling.By FRANCES SHIELDS
IT WAS terrible to be arrested by Frenchmen.” Jean Marie François de Hauteclocque, now Ambassador of France to Canada, would have preferred the Gestapo. The Bochen were arresting, enslaving, torturing and murdering Frenchmen by the thousands.By GERALD H. WARING
MOSCOW (By Cable) — Neumarkt, Silesia, was a typical dull Teutonic town. Before the war its population was about 6,000. When the Russians occupied it during their Berlin offensive, only 2,000 remained. The rest fled westward. Different from many other towns, Neumarkt scarcely suffered during the battle for Silesia.By RAYMOND ARTHUR DAVIES
SAN FRANCISCO—Two basic questions have faced the United Nations here. One was, “Can we draft an acceptable charter?” The other was, “Can we make it work?” Or, more bluntly, “Can we get along with the Russians?” Despite a colossal amount of dogwork and one or two real difficulties still ahead, it looks as if the answer to the first question is yes.By BLAIR FRASER
WHAT HAPPENS when the doctor wraps the silk cuff around your arm and pumps it up until your fingers tingle? You know that he is taking your blood pressure, but what happens in the instrument he uses and what is the significance of his observation?By W. W. BAUER
AMSTERDAM (By Cable)—A thousand dramas were merged into one amazing spectacle for eye, mind and emotion when troops of the First Canadian Army rolled into the Fortress of Western Holland to effect the surrender of the huge German Army under Colonel-General Johannes Blaskowitz.By L. S. B. SHAPIRO
WE WERE plunging deep into southwest Ontario now, and in the high cab of the transport the heat of the engine was thrown back at us in a hot smell of oil. In the semitrailer behind us was a 10-ton payload, and our gross weight was 19 tons—38,000 pounds of steel and wood and rubber thundering toward the border.By HAROLD DINGMAN
IN FOOT-DEEP letters a Halifax optician scrawled, “Why?” across the smashed remains of his boarded-up store front. Other merchants, clearing ankle-deep glass and debris from before their wrecked shops, wondered, too. Why had hysterical mobs, spearheaded by sailors, destroyed and looted the heart of Halifax in a several-million dollar V-E Day blitz? Haligonians, wading through havoc unmatched since the 1917 explosion, could find no convincing answer.
THE cemetery sits on the hilltop, where it can see the living. It is a calm sea of white faces oblivious to the bitter winds and frost of winter; to the glaring sun and heat of summer. There is peace there—and nothing changes it—always peace. There is a narrow rutted dirt road that skirts the cemetery for a short distance and then vanishes unobtrusively into a small wood where the trees have not yet been cut down to make way for the new homes that are spreading over the hill.By FRANK BROOKHOUSER
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