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THURSDAY. APRIL 19. 1945
55
GEORGE F. WORTS
WNU Release.
GRAY BONNETS
SWEEP WAY
TO RHINELAND
WITH EIGHTH INF. DIV.—CoI.
T. J. Cross night fighting “Gray
Bonnets,” 121 Regiment, captured
20 German towns, more than 1,000
prisoners and large quantities of
war material during the offensive
from the Roer to the Rhine.
In an attack typical of those used
throughout the night blitz cam
paign. Capt. Henry B. Worsham of
Petersburg, Va., led Company L into
an ominously silent town. The sec
ond platoon was leading the attack
with the second squad under S. Sgt.
Cecil Hill out in front. As the squad
slipped silently down the main
street, the noise of a slamming door
halted the approach.
First scout, Pfc. Stanley Zakre
wski. of Mocanautua, Pa., saw a
woman crossing the street to enter
another house. With Hill, the scout
entered the first house and took
two Kraut soldiers prisoners. Mean
while, the woman started back
across the street and mistaking Pfc.
Raymond Woodworth of Anagostia,
Wash., BAR man, for one of the
German soldiers handed him two
cups of coffee. The woman discover
ed the mistake, and fainted.
In another section of town, S. Sgt.
Warren Dofflemeyer of Baltimore
captured a Jerry who was having a
heated argument with his girl over
a bottle of wine.
Another sneak attack —this one
by the Second Battalion under Lt.
Col. Henry B. Kunzig—was so un
expected that PW's later declared
they believed their were
paratroops.
First Lieutenant Edward C. Kry
zowski, AT platoon leader from Ci
cero, 111., and his driver, Pfc. Rob
ert L. Fritz, of Akron, Ohio were
on their way to regimental CP when
the driver spotted a Jerry emplace
ment to the right of the road.
They got out and discovered an
88mm gun intact, a German MG,
some connecting trenches which led
to a well-camouflaged pill box. The
officer, covered by Frutz’s MI, open
ed a heavy iron door and challeng
ed the empty interior. The first
challenge brought no reply. Soon a
sound of voices gave the tipoff, and
Kryzowski let go with a grenade.
Then came a weak, trembling voice,
“Kamerad.”
The lieutenant stepped aside and
covered the entrance with his car
bine. Twenty Germans filed out
with their hands up. The PW's said
they did not know that an entire in
fantry company had sneaked past
their guns.
OPA NEWS
New Food Stamp Validation
The Atlanta District Office of
Price Administration called atten
tion this week to the new OPA
policy in issuing food stamps. New
red and blue food ration stamps
now become good on the same date;
the first of each calendar month.
Blue stamps and red stamps will be
validated in blocks of five, making
a total of 50 blue points for canned
fruits and vegetables and 50 red
points for meats and fats each
month.
Infants Shoes
To meet critical needs, shoe ra
tioning will be extended May 1 to
include the entire size range of in
fants' leather shoes, a spokesman
for the Atlanta District Office of
Price Administration , announced.
He pointed out that infants’ shoes,
sizes 0 to 4, which are not rationed,
may hot be returned to a dealer
after May 1 in exchange for other
shoe without surrendering a shoe
rationing stamp, and that a dealer
may not give a special shoe stamp
for t;ie return of shoes which were
purchased prior to May 1 as unra
tioned merchandise.
Georgia dairy farmers who re
pair their equipment will eliminate
man costly delays in the busy sea
sons aiiead, according to the Agri
cultural Extension Service.
CHAPTER XV
“Is there anything you can say to
me,” he asked gently, “that might
be useful—on your behalf? Mr.
Stromberg is a realist and a man df
quick decisions. Ido not know what
he will decide to do, but I assure
you I will do everything to save your
life. You are so innocent and so
beautiful.” *
“May I have a drink of water?”
“Of course! I am so sorry!”
He went into the kitchen and re
turned vyith a glass of water which
he held to Zorie’s lips. When sha
had had enough, he placed the glass
on the table beside the bottle, and
sat down again.
“Will you tell me who Ah-nah ds?”
Zorie asked.
“But of course, Miss Corey! I will
gladly answer all of your questions.
Ah-nah is Pierre’s way of pronounc
ing Anna. He is referring to one of
the bravest, cleverest, most bril
liant, most dangerous secret agents
who ever lived—Anna Boland. She
was an English girl, of about your
age—an amazing person. She was
shot by a firing squad in Berlin six
months ago.”
“Do I resemble her?”
Mr. Lanning laughed, sharply.
“My dear girl, you are Anna Bo
land! It is the most amazing re
semblance I have ever known.”
“Is that why Pierre threw me
overboard?”
“Yes—and for other strangely co
incidental reasons. Do you recall
the night in the rain in Elleryton
when you met Steve Duncan?”
“Yes.”
“What you may not recall was
that, while you were talking to Steve
beside that telephone pole, a sedan
—a pale green sedan—came along.
Do you recall that?”
“Yes.”
“I was in that sedan. So was
Pierre. We saw you talking togeth
er. As we passed, Steve Duncan
pulled you behind the pole.”
“Why?” said Zorie. ,
“Steve explained that to us very
lucidly. He did some very quick
thinking. He had seen your amaz
ing resemblance to Anna Boland.
Then he recognized me in the sedan.
He reasoned that, in spite of our
belief that Anna Boland was dead,
your resemblance to her placed you
in danger. He pulled you behind the
pole to protect you.”
“Might you or Pierre have shot
me—something like that?”
“I would call that a very remote
possibility,” Mr. Lanning answered.
“In spite of his lazy way, Steve
Duncan thinks with great rapidity.
He was simply taking no chances.”
“And, of course,” Zorie. said,
“That made you suspicious.”
“At least it made us very curious.
But we did not see you well enough
fhat night to notice your remark
able resemblance to Anna Boland.
It was later, when saw you oft
the ship, that we pieced things to
gether. In Elleryton, we merely
thought that you and Steve were be
ing extremely furtive.”
‘Why wejre you in Elleryton?”
“We traveled together from New
York to Chicago, where Steve met
his grandfather,” Mr. Lanning an
swered. “Steve told us he wanted
to stop off at Elleryton to see his
brother —and he mentioned a Profes
sor McGonigle. Pierre was very
suspicious. We stopped off in El
leryton between planes merely to
check up on Steve. Later, on the
‘Samoa,’ Pierre insisted Steve had
stopped in Elleryton to keep a ren
dezvous with you—that is with Miss
Boland. I claimed, of course, that
Steve was too clever to travel open
ly with anyone so well known to us
as Miss Boland.
“But there were other suspicious
circumstances. One was your pos
session of a certain engineering pa
per on the retooling of the Waffen
fabrik Krupp plant for increased
war production. It was the sort of
document Anna Boland might have
had. Another item was your steno
graphic notebook.”
She wondered why he was going
to all this bother. He didn’t have
to explain anything to her. Certainly
he expected to learn nothing of im
portance from her. Back of his air
of solicitude was a quality that puz
zled her. Why, she asked herself,
was Mr. Lanning being so QUt
spoken?
“Didn’t you read it?” Zorie asked.
“Amber did,” he answered.
“Rather, Corrine Dalhart read it.
You see, Miss Corey, that unfortu
nate girl was not my niece. I nfever
saw her in my life until a few weeks
ago, in New York . . . You use
Gregg shorthand. So, by a fcurious
coincidence, did Anna Boland. She
was, among other things, an expert
stenographer.”
Mr. Lanning paused. He took an
other drink.
“Miss Corey, I was convinced
from the beginning that you were
not Anna Boland. I knew that Anna
Boland was shot by that firing
squad. But Pierre was stubborn.
He is a very obstinate man with a
one-track mind, which makes him
sometimes very useful, sometimes
very awkward.
“You realize, of course, that Pi
erre killed Amber by mistake. When
your fiance made that unfortunate
disclosure on the lanai, I knew that
Pierre would go berserk. It has
taken all my persuasiveness, all my
ingenuity, to keep him in hand so
far. All along, he has been very
suspicious of Steve—and certain that
you were Anna Boland. *JI he kills
Steve, he should be here at any mo
ment. When he finds that you are
still alive, he is apt to be quite upset.
“You see, Anna Boland was some
thing of a legend. Every time she
w?c ki l l°d, sb* pnpppfi up some
where a little later—more aiive than
ever. Pierre has already killed you
twice —once by drowning, once by
strangling. He is a very supersti
tious man. His face, if he comes
into this room, will be very interest
ing to watch.” fV
“With you,” Zorie said, “insisting
that I am not Anna Boland, and with
Pierre insisting that I am—why
didn’t you check up? Couldn’t you
somehow have radioed Berlin and
confirmed Anna Boland’s death? I’ve
lived in Elleryton all my life. It
would have been so easy ...”
Mr. Lanning jumped up. “But, my
dear girl, that is the most amazing
part of all. The day before Pierre
tried td drown you, we sent tw r o
radiograms, one which reached Ber
lin, in round-about ways, the other
to a man I happen to know in Chi
cago—a. faithful man—but not too
intelligent. I instructed him to pro
ceed at once to Elleryton and send
us a brief report on you, to be fol
lowed later by a more detailed re
port.
“My message to Berlin must have
fallen into the hands of an over
cautious clerk. I said, in substance,
‘ls Anna Boland dead? Her dupli
cate is aboard this ship under very
suspicious circumstances . . .’ The
answer said: ‘Perhaps it was Anna
Boland’s double we shot.’ Of course,
that bolstered Pierre’s suspicions
tremendously, but not nearly so
much as the answer we received
from the maq I sent to Elleryton.
This will amuse you very much,
Miss Corey.”
Mr. Lanning paused for another
drink and Zorie wondered if any
thing could ever amuse her again.
“His reply, decoded, said literally
this: ‘Zorie Corey left for Hawaii on
fourth. Was employed by Professor
Bowdoin J. Folsome past four
, Mr. Lanning paused for another
drink. .
months. He 'says she is too smart.
His wife claims she is a very suspi
cious character. Full report later.’ ”
“That,” said Zorie grimly, “is
very, very funny, Mr. Lanning.”
He started to smile, but when he
saw her expression he checked him
self.
“It is so curious, isn’t itf Steve
told us about Mrs. Folsome’s tea in
vitations. It should have convinced
Pierre, but he is so stubborn! And
Amber was almost equally stubborn.
Incidentally, that ‘full report’ had
not come when we left Honolulu.”
Zorie wondered why he was so
eager to explain, to answer all her
questions. His solicitude for her
plight did not wholly explain him.
It was, perhaps, a natural instinct;
but it went deeper than that. He
was a little drunk, therefore gar
rulous. But it was not just that.
Perhaps, she reflected, it was his
vanity. He was bored. He wanted
to talk. And he was an exhibitionist.
Recalling the night she tiad
slapped Amber’s face, Zorie said,
“Amber hated me.”
“On the contrary, Miss Corey, she
admired you very much!”
“On the assumption that I was
Anna Boland?”
“She was never quite sure about
that. You see, Amber was not a se
cret agent, Miss Corey. She was
merely a girl of strong enthusiasms
who sincerely believed in our cause.
She asked repeatedly to be given a
chance to help. She lived on Mar
tinique and when the island went
Vichy, she was one of our most
loyal supporters. She was capable,”
Mr. Lanning said thoughtfully, “but
a trifle too enthusiastic —too inclined
to take matters into her own hands.
She had the ardor of the amateur.
She hated to take orders.”
“Wasn’t Pierre under your or
ders, too?” Zorie interrupted.
“In a lesser sense. Pierre has
lived mostly in the United States,
although the past two years he has
been in and out of Europe frequent
ly. In certain kinds of work, he is
indispensable. His vanity makes
him hard to work with.”
“He is a brute,” Zorie said with
feeling. “He is a beast.”
And he is sometimes diffi
cult to handle. His two attempts at
killing you were typical of Pierre.
He tried to drown you because, if
you actually were Anna Boland,
you were an extremely dangerous
enemy agent—to be liquidated. His
mistaken attempt at kiumg you to
nigi t was similarly motivated. As
he saw it, our work was done—tire
jig wua up. We’d all clear out
immediately. And you are still, to
him, Anna Boland—a dangerous en
emy to be eliminated.” •
“How do you plan to clear out—in
a Japanese submarine?”
He smiled and shrugged. “Per
haps. There are so many ways.”
“With this island so well guard
ed?”
Mr. Lanning seemed amused. “My
dear girl, this little island hasn’t
yet cut its war teeth. You saw how
easily I got pest those guards. Quite
as easily I can clear out. Asa war
goes on, you learn many tricks,
many ropes ... I was about to say
that Amber was an individualist,
too, but easy to reach through her
emotions. She very much enjoyed
playing the part I gave her, which
was that of the lovely siren. In an
assignment of this nature, we al
ways have a girl of her type along.”
“The first time Amber saw me,”
Zorie interrupted, “she stared at me
as if I were a ghost. I know now
she thought I was Anna Boland.”
Mr. Lanning chuckled. “Yes, you
gave her a dreadful shock.”
“If she spent her life in Mar
tinique, how did she know Anna Bo
land?”
“She did not know Anna, Miss
Corey. Amber was a resident of
Martinique, but she spent a large
part of her life in the States. At
least, she went to finishing school
and college there. Miss Boland was
pointed out to her twice—once in a
New York night club, and once in
Martinique. A large part of the
treasury of France—something like
four hundred million, in gold bul
lion—is stored there, you know.
Anna Boland was in Martinique, do
ing a little snooping.
“In spite of being a British agent,
Anna Boland was Amber’s ideal.
Anna was beautiful, clever—and a
witch. She was quite in the tradi
tion. She had no conscience. There
was no trick in the bag she hesitated
to use. To her, love was a weapon
or a tool. Men lost their heads
over her. Amber, in this assign
ment, tore a page from Anna Bo
land’s book. She used love as a
tool. At least, she tried.
“I instructed her to worm her way
into Steve’s confidence, and, of
course, the surest way to worm
your way into a man’s confidence is
to make him believe that you’ve fall
en in love with him.”
“She did it very well,” Zorie mur
mured.
“She was always jealous of you.
She knew that Steve had fallen in
love with you.”
“That’s absurd,” Zorie said.
Mr. Lanning shrugged. “Perhaps!
I do not > know. Love is a luxury
that I cannot afford. I only know
that Amber would not have qualified
as a secret agent. She was too hu
man.”
“Or too wise,” Zorie murmured.
Winthrop Lanning’s eyes were
partly lidded. He looked more cyni
cal than usual. “I think you would
do marvelously in this work because
your innocence is such an excellent
cloak for your cleverness.”
“I’m afraid I'm too human, too,”
Zorie said. “Besides I could never
work with you. You’re too suspi
cious, too obstinate—”
“In thjs work, my dear girl, suspi
cion is—”
“Ah, yes, I know! The one firm
foundation! But I’ve listened to you
argue. I’ve heard your opinions.
You’re what we call, back in Ellery
ton, a conclusion-jumper. I’ve sus
pected this for some time, Mr. Lan
ning. Now I’m sure. Suspicion is
no longer your slave—it’s your mas
ter!”
Winthrqp Lanning started from his
chair. He was suddenly wary. “Just
what are you saying, Miss Corey?”
“I’ll give you a perfect example,”
Zorie quickly answered. “You hon
estly believed that what Paul Dun
can said on the lanai tonight was
the truth!”
“It was the truth!”
“It was a malicious lie! But you
leaped at it because you were so
willing to be suspicious! If you
hadn't become the slave of suspi
cion, you would not have believed
it! ”
“My dear Miss Corey,” he an
swered with his most urbane smile.
“I am not a fool. Perhaps I am
always suspicious, but I am always
clever, too. Sometimes I am al
most psychic. Steve has been clev
er—altogether too clever. He has
had me fooled a great deal of the
time. He almost had me fooled to
night.”
“Do you realize,” Zorie stopped
him, “that Paul did not know what
he was talking about?”
“Why did he say it?”
“He and I ha{ pened to overhear
your conversation behind the hedge
with Steve and Pierre—your plans
for tonight. Paul said what he did
merely to upset Steve’s plan—by de
stroying your trust in him.”
Mr. Lanning was staring at her
curiously. “This is most interest
ing, Miss Corey, but I think you are
being a little too clever yourself.
Your fiance was very convincing.
He accomplished his purpose nicely.
But my psychic sertse tells me that
your fiance was telling substantially
the truth.” "
“Why?” Zorie demanded. “Be
cause it was a very dangerous mo
ment for you! It was safer to be
suspicious! You weren’t being clever
or psychic! You were playing safe!
My candid opinion is that you picked
that moment to lose your nerve!”
Winthrop Lanning sank back in
his chair. He was smiling mysteri
ously.
THE JACKSON HERALD JEFFERSON, GEORGIA
HITLER’S CACHE OF GOLD,
ART CAPTURED BY INFANTRY
• By EDWARD D. BALL
WITH THE U. S. THIRD ARMY.
The golden treasure of Adolph Hit
ler’s collapsing Reich—bags of bul
lion, heaps of currency and stacks
of fabulous art works—was captur
ed by General George S. Patton’s
infantrymen.
The stupendous cache, valued in
the billions of dollars, was found
in a hidden salt mine at Moeckers,
140 miles southwest of Berlin. Nab
bed in the mine by the soldiers
were three Nazi officials who said
it took five weeks to move the
treasure from Berlin and that the
bullion represented “all the gold in
Germany.”
The mine is located in an area
bitterly contested by the Germans.
During the day Patton’s men beat
off a violent Nazi counter-attack a
few miles to the northwest, knock
ing out 40 German tanks.
The booty in the mine compris
ed 100 tons of gold bullion (about
$100,000,000); three billion German
marks, two million dollars in Amer
ican currency, one hundred million
French francs, 110,000 British
pounds, four million Norwegian
crowns, and lesser amounts in
Turkish pounds, Spanish pesetas,
and Portuguese Escudos.
The art treasure, assembled from
Your 3 1-2 Acres
Every American on the average
eats the products of four per cent
of an acre in sugar and syrup ev
ery year. He needs five per cent of
fruit; seven per cent of an acre
to grow his cotton; eight per cent
of an acre to grow his vegetables;
twenty-five per cent to produce his
poultry and eggs, and thirty-seven
per cent for his grain and cereals.
More than three-quarters of an acre
and 86 per cent of another are ab
solutely necessary to grow his meat,
leather and wool.
In other words YOU require a
total of three and one-half acres for
your food and clothes every year
and each member of your family
the same. What are you doing about
them?
A few generations ago you would
very well know the answer—you
would tend those acres with your
own hands and your own sweat, and
in just the degree you failed to do
your job, in just that degree you
would be poorly clothed and poorely
fed.
In this day and age your contact
with the soil may be indirect, but it
is just as real and just as vital. You
delegate the actual contact to the
farmer, the dairyman and the cattle
raiser, and it is up to you to see
that they are in a position to do
their jobs well for themselves and
for you.
If you are an employer and hire
So the city folks
have done it!
Well, watch our speed!
WORD comes from Washington that the fat-salvage
problem has got to be licked in the small cities, the
towns and on the farms.
We women have to save enough used fats in our kitchens
to help make munitions, medicines, fabrics, soap for military
and civilian use, and many other essentials.
The job, to date, has been done largely by city people,
because arrangements for collecting the fats were made in
the cities first. Now we’re called on. And will we meet
our goal? Just watch our speed!
HOW TO DO IT: Scrape broiler and roasting pans, skim
soups and gravies. Melt down meat trimmings and table
scraps. Add the liquid fat to your salvage can. Take the can
to your butcher when full. He will give you two red points
and up to four cents for every pound. If you have any
difficulty, call your County Agent. This message has been
approved by WFA and OPA and paid for by Industry.
' ... ...
Germany’s national art galleries last
February, included originals by
Raphael, Van Dyke and Durer.
There also were 120 cases, of
Goethe’s original manuscripts.
The 90th Infantry Division troops
which made the seizure captured
three Reichsbank officials, includ
ing Dr. Fritz Vieck, one of the
bank’s advisers, and Dr. P. O. Rabe,
curator of the German state muse
um, and assistant director of the
national art galleries in Berlin.
The Germans started moving their
gold reserve and currency from
Berlin February 11, Dr. Vieck said.
A few days ago, as Pattons troops
pressed ever nearer the hiding
place, the Germans started franti
cally to move the treasure from the
salt mine, the bank official said
But their efforts were thwarted by
blown-up bridges and they had to
return it a few days ago to the 2,-
100-foot deep mine.
A German lawyer, captured with
Vieck and who said he was one of
the Reichsbank’s counsels, said the
German Army tried at first to get
everything out but the Americans
were coming so fast that they just
concentrated on the money. In the
end they had to leave everything.
The mine is near Moeckers, 25
miles southwest of Gotha.
the heads of a thousand families,
you are dependent not only on the
three and one-half acres that sup
ply your own food and clothes, and.
three and one-half acres for each
member of your family, but also on
the 13,300 acres that are necessary
to feed and clothe the men who
work for you and their families*
How important it is, then, for those
13,300 acres to continue producing
ample quantity, quality, and variety
and producing cheaply!
That's why everyone should be
concerned to see that the farmer is
not tempted by low net returns and
big production costs to “mine” the
fertility of his (your) acres and
leave behind an impoverished agri
culture—the evil that already has
laid waste far too large a number
of American farms.
Only with improved machines and
methods can farm production costs
be reduced—down to a level that
leaves the farmer a fair profit over
and above all soil maintenance
charges and after he has returned
to the land as much fertility as he
has taken out.
Jefferson Insurance Agency,
General Insurance,
Jefferson, Georgia.