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McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, S. C, THURSDAY, JULY 17, 1941 A WHO'S NEWS THIS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON (Consolidated Features—WNU Service.) f^EW YORK.—A few years ago, Anita Loos’ maid used to de liver to her every day a dash of gbpher dust from Harlem. We Strung Manuscript he ard wheth- Across Continent; er this still Her Net, $600,000 °£ ar b “* seems to be still working. All goes well as “Blossoms in the Dust” gets warm, almost fulsome from the crit ics. Miss Loos did the screen play for Ralph Wheelwright’s story. It taps deep founts of tears and ranges far from Miss Loos’ “Gen tlemen Prefer Blondes,’’ and its Lorelei Lee, the alluring and un abashed golddigger of 1925. It’s one of those “where, are they now?” stories, with Miss Loos sitting pretty, literally and figuratively, as a deft, swift, workmanlike story adapter, scenarist and remodeler in Hollywood—one of the best. The pint-size girl with bangs— weight 87 pounds, height four feet, eleven inches—was riding on the train from California to New York in 1925, considerably bored. She started writing np this golddigger Lorelei, with a soft-stub pencil, in big, round letters. The manuscript strung along clear through Kansas and Indiana and on to New York, and was almost as big as Miss Loos, what with those big rope- trick letters, when she landed here. It brought her something over $600,000. It was translated into vir tually every language except Es kimo and pigeon-talk, and in Eng land its sales passed those of any other American book. She later wrote “But Gentlemen Marry Bru nettes.” Her talent for humor may have been inherited from her father, a country newspaper publisher and humorist of the Bill Nye school, of Sissons, Calif., where Miss Loos was born. She was a shy, quaint little thing, hanging around the newspaper shop, helping polish up a gag or feed the flatbed. When she was 14, she sent a story to the New York Morning Telegraph. They printed it. A year later David Griffith sent for a girl who had sent a scenario which had set his assistants to whooping joyously. “What can I do for you, my child?” he asked when the tiny girl with bangs and pigtails came in. The Loos girl showed him her sum mons to Hollywood. There she was and is. In the years between she had become a pretty good actress, appearing in San Francisco and oth er California cities. TUST a year ago, Roger L. Put *“* nam, go-getting mayor of Spring- field, Mass., was much in the news with the Putnam plan to break bot- tlenecks in Management, Over industry. He Finance, Rapidly caught the Forging Into Lead £y his success in achieving co-opera tion among the city, industry and labor, the most important detail of his formula being the training of la bor by the city, to fit specific needs. He’s in the news as Springfield’s defense director with some snappy suggestions about the swift and ef fective integration of civilians and officials, and private and public facilities. His successful battles with two floods and a hurricane give weight to his words. He’s Harvard, 1915, did a P.G. stretch at M.I.T., worked at engineering and was in the navy in the World war. In the navy he learned to crochet cord belts, an art which he still practices, and Putnam-made belts are in great demand among his friends. He is the father of three boys and three girls, 48 years old, stocky in build, but quick-moving both in person and speech. He is president of the Package Machinery Co. More and more management, as above, is coming to the top, as against finance. Note James Burn ham’s new book, “The Managerial Revolution,”—malign over there, still benign over here. A WIZARD in electrometallurgy is Dr. Francis C. Frary, who explains the exact uses to which aluminum pots and pans may be put in expediting defense. Since 1918 he has been director of the re search laboratories of the Aluminum Company of America at Keystone, Pa. His work made possible over 2,000 uses of aluminum. He was schooled at the University of Minnesota and the University of Berlin. He then taught for seven years and became an industrial re search worker in 1915. Getting Ready to Take on ‘All Comers’ These are days when many nations are preparing against invaders. At the right, British soldiers are shown jumping a trench during a theoretical attack, and the upper picture, which was made in Northern Ireland, shows the men going through a barbed wire entanglement. With Holland in Nazi hands, Nether lands Indies soldiers are ready to fight for the Pacific islands. At left, Indies artillery men are handling an snti-airctaft gun while wearing gas masks. Private Papers Of a Cub Reporter: J. Edgar Hoover and the G-Men received great acclaim from all sources for rounding up those spies . . . Some congressmen, however, showed their appreciation by killing the wire-tapping bill—designed to make things easier for the G-Men in espionage cases . . . What’s the matter with them? . . . Afraid they’ll hurt the civil liberties of a few spies and kidnapers? Many of the papers now praising the G-Men for their efficiency in rounding up the spies are the same ones that found fault with the G-Men a short time ago . . . And you were a G-Man’s stooge if you defended the FBI. From page 187 of William Shirer’s best seller, “Berlin Diary”: “Rep resentative Ham Fish seems to have been completely taken in by Ribben- trop, who gave him an airplane to rush in to the Inter-Parliamentary meeting in Scandinavia.” Boy, that sure explains a lot of things. Royalty in Exile—in England and Egypt King Peter of Jugoslavia (extreme left) who lost his throne when the Nazis steamrollered through the Balkans, shown in London. At the right, King George of Greece and members of his family rejoice. Left tc right: Princess Cathrine, Princess Mary, Prince George, Prince Peter and King George. The king and his party took to the hills when Nazi parachutists invaded Crete, finally boarding a ship for journey to Egypt. Hot? Look at This and Cool Off Released Usually the month of July Is the year’s hottest, and snow is just so much “wishful thinking.” But here we see Marianne Newton (left), U. of Utah senior; Wanda Pratt, U. of Arizona student; and Barbara Kollin, U. of California sophomore, reversing the order of things by shoveling July snow at Cedar Breaks national monument high in the mountains of Utah. P. G. Wodehouse, noted British author, is free again. He was cap tured by the Germans in the fall ol France, and has been released from the Silesian internment camp and granted full freedom within (Germa ny. He is shown here (left) on visit to Berlin. First Barrage Balloon at Fort Davis ‘Iron’ Man Balloon barrage crew of the 301st balloon barrage battalion at Fort Davis, N. C., shown inflating a D-5 dilatable type which holds 27,000 feet of helium. It is made of synthetic rubber fabric, and can be inflated in less than a half hour. This is the first barrage balloon to be inflated at Fort Davis. Aid. L. E. Couplin of St. Louis is finding real work pleasant. Because he had grown flabby, Couplin went back to iron working, his trade be fore entering politics, and is mak ing $70 a week. He still holds his aldermanic job at $1,800 per year. By all means read the article on Wheeler and Roosevelt in the July 15 Look . . . While Wheeler goes around the country wrapping him self in the Flag and rapping the President by using all kinds of ideal istic arguments—this article proves that the whole thing is strictly per sonal . . . And get this: The reason Wheeler sneers at everything the President does—according to the ar ticle—is that Mrs. Wheeler doesn’t like the President!!! Everett Boeder, one of the al leged spies rounded up by the G- Men, had an important job at the Sperry Gyroscope company—which manufactures some of our most vi tal defense material . . . When that company was first given de fense contracts, we pointed out (in the column and on the air) that Nazi agents worked there ... It has taken more than a year to confirm these allbgations. Congressman Coffee introduced a resolution in congress to stop the sale of oil to Japan . . . Just the other day we gave some oil to Vichy, but if we send any oil to Britain, we are trying to get tfte country into the war. With typical stupidity, Virginio Gayda is giving away Nazi plans . . . The other day he boasted that if Germany whips Russia, they will have air bases near Alaska and will be able to bomb the Western hemi sphere ... Of course, the appeas ers refuse to believe that anything like that can happen. Or maybe they know they can stop bombs from hitting their homes by making certain kinds of speeches now. A bored gal buttonholed a stag at the Stork Club bar and begged him to crash the table where she sat with her kluck. “He’s boring me with his mono logue,” she wept. “He’s repeating himself like a day-time radio com mercial.” From F.P.A.’s Column: “New names for this and new names for that. How about the America Last Committee?” How about getting it first? And don’t WHOM me!!! A Lexington Avenue motorist jammed on his brakes two inches from a jay-walker and cussed him to a cinder. “Gwan, you ape,” the pedestrian squelched, “the last gen eration of your family was menacing people with coconuts instead of cars.” F.D.R. freezing Axis dough over here panicked lots of the well-heeled refugees . . . The allotment of $500 a month to everybody is going to cramp their style, shoo them out of the luxury hotels and hamper them from picking up cafe checks. But if they think their money has been frozen, wait’ll they see the ex pressions on the faces of some of their fair-weather friends. Notes of an Innocent Bystander: The Big Parade: Ex-Heavyweight Champion James J. Braddock, now a soda water emir, making the rounds of the midtown joynts and grills to peddle his product . . . District Attorney Dewey boarding a taxi near the Biltmore as cabmen gape in awe . . . Spencer Tracy and Paul Muni, a couple of Holly- wiseguys, looking like any other two “out-of-towners”—ha, ha! Sallies in Our Alley: One of the Broadway health - seekers was floored by the 90 per cent humidity . . . “Whew,” he complained, “it’s so hot I can’t stand it under my sun lamp!” ... An actress opened in a new show and was slapped with so many summonses and at tachments on her first pay night that she thought it was snowing . . . Overheard description of a midtown magazine editor: “He’s so yellow he could sell the streak up his back for a caution signal.” istoriad Lf Zlmo Scott Wation (Released by Western Kewspaper Union.) Yellow Wolf, Indian Patriot CIX years ago there died on the Colville Indian reservation in Washington a patriot of a lost cause. You may never have heard of him, for his name was Hemene Moxmox which, translated into the white man’s language, mearw “Yellow Wolf.” An Indian “a patriot of a lost cause”? Yes! For Yellow Wolf was as truly a patriot as was any ragged Continental who plodded through the snows of Valley Forge, and the “lost cause” in which he served was that of his people, the Nez Perces, who, some 60 years ago, were fighting against injustice in the face of over whelming odds. The story of that struggle is not an unfamiliar one, and there is no brighter page in military annals than that which tells of the masterly skill with which Chief Joseph led his people on their retreat from the banks of the Clearwater river in Idaho to the Bear Paw mountains in Montana between June and Octo ber of 1877. Yellow Wolf shares in the glory of that achievement, for he was a cousin of Chief Joseph and one of his chief lieutenants in that epic march. But interesting though Yellow Wolf may be, as the “last great Nez Perce warrior,” he is a more important figure in history than that characterization indicates. He not only helped make history but he helped write about it later. Thirty- Taking down Yellow Wolf’s Story r—(Left to right) Thomas Hart, in terpreter; Yellow Wolf; L. Mc Whorter. three years ago he began telling the story of his life to a frontier his torian, L. McWhorter, of* Yaki ma, Wash. The tale was complete before his life ended and recently it was published in book form by the Caxton Printers of Caldwell, Idaho. There have been many accounts of the Nez Perce war but virtually all of them have been written from the viewpoint of the white man. “Yellow Wolf: His Own Story” gives, for the first time, a complete account of that tragedy as seen by one of its victims. It tells how the Nez Perces were defrauded of their ancestral homes by land-hungry white settlers and how Gen. O. O. Howard, acting upon orders from Washington, “showed the rifle” and precipitated the crisis which Chief Joseph had tried to avert. Then the Nez Perce chief, bur dened with the women and children of his tribe, began his flight over some of the roughest country on the North American continent. Repeat edly attacked, he either beat off his assailants or outmaneuvered them in a way which won the admiration of the army officers sent against him. Then with his haven of refuge across the Canadian border almost in sight, he paused to let his weary people rest. Attacked in the Bear Paw mountains by Col. Nelson A. Miles, who was later joined by Howard’s pursuing column, the fugi tives were forced to surrender. In the light of Yellow Wolf’s story the history of that campaign must be rewritten. For instance, it shows that Chief Joseph’s fighting force was only a fraction of the number of warriors which his opponents said he had, and that fact adds to the glory of his achievement. It shows that, on the whole, the Nez Perces were more humane toward non-com batants than some of their white op ponents were. For Chief Joseph’s treatment of the tourists whom he captured while passing through the Yellowstone park region is in marked contrast to the unnecessary killing of Indian women and chil dren in several of the attacks on Chief Joseph’s camps. And there are other examples which show that a victor’s version of his conquest is not necessarily the true one. Has this warrior, speaking for the vanquished, “talked with a straight tongue”? Any impartial student of Indian history, after reading his book, can not help believing that he has. And that is why the pub lication of “Yellow Wolf: His Own Story” is an “historical highlight” of the past year! * * • Some of Chief Joseph’s warriors escaped to Canada, among them Yellow Wolf, who lived for nearly a year among Sitting Bull’s Sioux be fore returning to the United States. Then he was taken to Indian Terri tory where Chief Joseph and his people, in violation of the terms of their surrender, had been sent. In 1885 they were settled on the Colville reservation in Washington and there Chief Joseph died in 1904. Thirty- one years later, on August 21, 1935, Yellow Wolf joioed his chief ia Mikunkenekoo (Land Above).