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■ News Review of Current Events "WON'T LET PEOPLE DOWN" No Retreat from New Deal Objectives, Says the President . . . Attitude Toward Business i W- Silk to feed anti-Japanese bonfire flames is being gathered from the shapely limbs of girls at Vassar college, Poughkeepsie, N. Y., where the delegates to the third annual convention of the American Student Union staged a demonstration for a boycott against Japanese goods. Silk stock ings, shirts and neckties were burned. U/. JOiri'/itrsf SUMMARIZES THE WORLD'S WEEK Zm © Western Newspaper Union. President Roosevelt No New Deal Retreat T) EADING his annual message on A'- the state of the nation before the senate and house at the opening of congress, President Roosevelt de clared his purpose to advance upon the same fundamentals of the New Deal that have hitherto been proposed. He said: “I do not propose to let the people down. I am sure the con gress of the United States will not let the people down. We hold our principles and our objectives to be sound. We will never go back on them.” The President again urged con gress to enact legislation for con trol of wages and hours of work. He asked that all segments of the na tion co-operate with the government to achieve better economic balance. The budget for 1939 which he was preparing, he said, would show a further decrease in the deficit, though not an actual balance. Reasserting his approval of pro posed changes in tax laws, he said: “Three things should be kept in mind. First the total sum to be de rived by the federal treasury must not be decreased as a result of any changes in schedules. Second, abuses by individuals or corpora tions designed to escape taxpaying by using various methods of doing business corporate and otherwise— abuses which we have sought, with great success, to end—must not be restored. Third, we should rightly change certain provisions where they are proven to work definite hardship, especially on the small business men of the nation. “But speculative income should not be favored over earned in come.” Speaking of his attitude toward the nation’s business as a whole, Mr. Roosevelt declared: “The overwhelming majority of business men and bankers intend to be good citizens. Only a small minority have displaced poor citi zenship by engaging in practices which are dishonest or definitely harmful to society. This statement is straightforward and true. “No person in any responsible place in the government of the Unit ed States has ever taken any posi tion contrary to it.” Mr. Roosevelt declared that when attention was called to specific mis uses of capital “there has been a deliberate purpose on the part of the condemned minority to distort the criticism into an attack on all capi tal. That is a willful deception but it does not long deceive.” He called for prompt agreements on a farm program—now in con ference between the house and sen ate—and asked specifically that con gress “keep the cost of its adminis tration within the figure of current government expenditures in aid of agriculture.” Concerning international matters, the President said: “I am thankful that I can tell you that our nation is at peace. It has been kept at peace despite provoca tions which in other days, because of their seriousness, could well have engendered war. “Resolute in our determination to respect the rights of others, and to command respect for the rights of ourselves,” he added, “we must keep ourselves adequately strong in self-defense.” Power Loans O.K. T'HE Supreme court ruled the gov- ernment could make loans and grants for publicly owned electric plants. Secretary Ickes, the public works administrator, said the decision would affect construction of 52 pow er projects costing $84,026,288 for which his agency had allotted $30,- 191,944 as loans to be repaid and $21,674,408 as federal grants. The constitutionality of the gov ernment’s activity was challenged by the Alabama Power company and the Duke Power company. They sought to enjoin federal financing of projects in four Alabama municipal ities and at Buzzard Roost in Green wood county, South Carolina. Justice Sutherland delivered the opinion of the court. Farley Finds a Surplus TIM FARLEY, in his annual re- •-* port as postmaster general, was able to show a surplus of more than 12 millions for his department. To do this, however, he deducted an ex pense item of about 60 million dol lars, calling it a “nonpostal” item. He charged off the air and ocean mail subsidies and all free mail. Dealing with the activities of the postal inspection service, Farley said the traffic in spurious lottery tickets is believed to have been broken up with the arrest and con viction of a band of racketeers in the East who disposed of more than 10 million dollars’ worth of such tick ets in the last few years. Dies Wants Investigation V/fARTIN DIES, Democratic con- gressman from Texas, wants congress to investigate the charges made by administration spokesmen that big business brought about the current economic recession in an ef fort to discredit the New Deal. Dies re ferred specifically to what he called astounding charges by Robert H. Jack- son, assistant attor ney general, and Secretary of the In terior Ickes. H. Jackson The Texan asked for appointment of a committee of seven house members to determine “who are the monopolies or monopolists engaged in the sitdown strike to produce eco nomic chaos” and to afford Ickes and Jackson an opportunity to “vin dicate themselves from the grave charges that they are demagoging to arouse the hatred of the majority against the minority.” —*— Worst Year for Strikes A CCORDING to the national la- bor relations board, the United States passed through the worst la bor strike period in its history in 1937, but the board believes the prospects for 1938 are much better. The board revealed in a secret re port that there were 4,017 strikes during the first ten months of 1937, more than ever recorded during any entire previous year, and that 56 per cent, another all-time peak, were caused through efforts by em ployees to organize for collective bargaining. It blamed the situation on refusal of employers to recognize rights of workers to organize under the Wag ner labor relations act. Boulder Dam Payments JOHN C. PAGE, reclamation com- ^ missdoner, informed Secretary Ickes that Boulder dam, which cost about $123,000,000, returned more than $2,000,000 to the federal treas ury during the first year of opera tion. Page said the dam, completed two years ahead of schedule, yielded $1,100,000 in power revenues during 1937 and $906,000 in payments for generating machinery by power purchasers, kt nn >M> "JhA/vikd about Personal Indorsements. H ouston, texas.—i used to be a pretty fair hand at indorsing things. But I realize now what a piker I was. I in dorsed only one thing at a time. For the present champions, I of fer a suggestion. When that distin guished world trav eler (“Bringing Tes timonials Back Alive”) and that eminent movie star, who lives in Holly wood right next to Live Reading Mat ter and is authoress of “Miss Colddeck Recommends,” get through indorsing practically every thing else, let them [rvjn s. Cobb then club in and at tain the very highest peak of in- dorsementology by jointly indorsing the famous society queen who has indorsed more products than they even, or anybody. Maybe it’s a sign of the times that today the most fascinating lit erature and the most familiar names are found in the advertising sections of a magazine rather than in the table of contents. • • • Noted Ancestors. O N THE little Hogg-Dickson ranch at Casa Blanca, Mexico— only300,000 acres—I met the caporal, or head man, of the cow herd and one famous as a rifle-shot, an upstand ing, clear-eyed Mexican, but, I fan cied, with some faint indefinable sug gestion of the Anglo-Saxon in his facial contours. However, his name, as ,1 caught it, was pronounced “Er nesto Boo-na,” which, to my alien ears, sounded Latinesque enough for all purposes. He knew no English, yet, when I mentioned Kentucky—a thing I’ve been known to do before—he poured out a rippling flood of Span ish. Louis Kresdorn, the Texas-born manager, translated: “Ernesto says he has heard of a far-away place called Kentucky. Ac cording to a legend in his family, his great-great-grandfather once lived there—was muy valiante, muy vivo, and was the nephew of an even greater Gringo warrior who drove the savages before him like tumble weeds before a wind.” So I saw a light and I inquired how Ernesto spelled his last name —he spelled it the orthodox way. So, as members of the same stock, a pioneer ancestress of mine having married a kinsman of the great pathfinder, I held a reunion with this mighty huntsman, who is proud that he too, collaterally, is descended from Daniel Boone. • • • Dachshunds. J LIKE dachshunds. They’ve more sense of humor than anything I ever saw that came out of Prussia. I always figured the breed was pro duced by crossing a rat terrier on a German compound verb, and—I still believe you could combine use fulness with their natural comedy by training them to retrieve collar buttons from under low bureaus. I indorse the phrase of the math ematical sharp who said a dachs hund was half a dog high and a dog and a half long, but I claim Cap tain Mike Hogg’s chauffeur, Mose, coined the best description yet. When Mrs. Hogg brought home the first one Mose ever beheld, his eyes bulged out like twin push-buttons on a mahogany door-jamb. “Lawsy, Miss Alice!” he ex claimed, “whut is this here thing?” “It’s a dog.” “Wellum,” said Mose, “if you hadn’t told me, I’d ‘a’ said it was a snake on roller skates.” • • • Hunting in Texas. JT WAS raining so hard even the * seagulls were trying to get in the clubhouse. So the ducks went away somewhere, out of the weather. So the hunters, who were less intelli gent than the ducks, came back from the blinds dripping like so many leaky hot water bottles. After being bailed out, we sat down to vittles—nothing unusual, just the customary club dinner. All we found on the menu was beef hash, duck stew, liver and onions, country smoked sausage and home made headcheese, also hot biscuits, corn pones and rice cakes; likewise turnip greens, rice, sweet potatoes, squash, snapbeans and eye hominy; moreover, six kinds of pickles, preserves, jellies and jams; besides stewed pears, apple pie, papershell pecans and various fruits. Then Mrs. Jacob Smothers, the club host ess, came in to say that, if anybody in the future craved anything spe cial, she’d try to fix it up—and won dered why such of her gorged guests as weren’t too far gone uttered fee ble laughter. Being now convalescent, I am able to report that Southern Texas is one part of the Union where eat ing is still being carried on as a regular habit. IRVIN S. COBB. Copyright.—WNU Servic*. QiMoHs' ADVENTURERS' CLUB HEADLINES FROM THE LIVES OF PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF! “Fear of the Wind’* By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter H ello everybody: The caption of today’s adventure might well be, "Gone With the Wind.” It fits perfectly Mrs. Lula M. Yoder’s tragic description of the adventure in which she lost her home and her entire family. Mrs. Yoder lives in Paxton, Dl. Her adventure happened many years ago. On April 21, 1887, as a matter of fact. But she still remembers it with as much vividness as if it happened only yesterday. ' “I am a grandmother now,” she writes, “but the fear of the wind is just as great in me today as it was on that awful night fifty years ago.” In 1887 Lula Yoder lived on a farm near Nevada, a small town in western Missouri, with her mother and dad and her small brother, just a baby, seven months old. Lula herself was only about two and a half years old. On that terrible twenty-first of April, the sky began to darktii sud denly in the late afternoon. Her dad was out in the fields working, and her mother was worried. She took the baby up in her arms and, lead ing Lula by the hand, went out on the porch to watch the gathering storm clouds. Fleeing From the Cyclone. Lula remembers that scene as clearly as if it were yesterday. The whole world seemed to be hushed. The clouds, dark and ominous, semed to be gathered in one spot. The rest of the eky had a queer, greenish hue. While mother stood anxiously scanning the sky, dad came hurrying in from the fields, driving a team of horses. Lula remembers hearing mother cry out to him, “Hurry, John. We’re going to have a bad storm.” Lula was just about old enough to know what a storm meant. There was a cyclone cellar underneath the house—a sort of crude cave dug out of the earth. A couple times before, when a tornado threatened them, the whole family had taken refuge in this cave until the danger was over. Her dad was driving the horses toward the barn. He put them inside and, without waiting to unhitch them, he ran back toward the house to Lula Was Hurled Into the Maple’s Branches. help his family get into the storm cave. He reached the front porch and put a hand out to pick Lula up. Lula let go of her mother’s hand—felt herself lifted in her father’s arms. And then THE STORM STRUCK! Lula was torn right out of her dad’s arms—whirled through the air. There was a curious, roaring din in her ears. She was having trouble trying to get her breath. Up—up—up she went, soaring through the air as high as the house itself. The branches of a huge maple tree loomed up in front of her. Then, suddenly, she was among them. Wedged Among the Branches. She felt them scratching at her face—bruising her little body. She felt a blow at her side, and found herself wedged into those branches, at the very top of the tree. And there she hung, a shocked, bruised, terrified child, while lightning tore holes in the sky and thunder crashed, and cold rain came down in torrents. She could hear a terrible sound of rending timbers—of a building being demolished close at hand. The air was full of flying debris. The breath-taking wind, tugging at her little dress, was tearing it to ribbons. To this day, Lula keeps the shreds of that small garment as a memento of that grim and terrible experience. Lula doesn’t know how long she hung in chat tree. Time seemed to stand still while the wind howled and roared. She screamed until she was so hoarse $he could scream no more. But the wind drowned out her feeble little voice. At last the wind abated and died out. Again a terrible hush fell over the surrounding territory. When the storm was over, Lula’s two uncles, who lived in the same community, came over to see how her family had fared. “They found the house completely demolished,” says Lula. “Not even the sills were left. Bedding—dishes—furniture, were strewn everywhere, whirled and warped into odd shapes by the force of the blast. Even the forks and knives from the table were twisted and broken.” Rescuers Couldn’t Find Lula. The uncles began searching for the family. They found the bodies of Lula’s dad and the baby. They had been killed instantly. Her mother was unconscious on the ground with broken legs and injuries that caused her death the next day. But they COULDN’T FIND LULA. They searched—they called. There was no sign of the child. It was dark by that time, and they couldn’t see the poor kid hanging way up there in the branches of the tree. Lula could see the searchers as they moved about below her, but she couldn’t attract their attention. “I had screamed so long in terror of the wind,” she says, “that I was too hoarse to make a sound. Today, after fifty years, I can still see those men with lanterns, walking back and forth calling to me, while I, bruised and torn and chilled to the bone, hung in that tree, powerless to answer. But at last I was located and taken down. I was so ill from my ex perience that I Wasn’t able to be taken to the triple funeral that took place a few days later.” The cyclone had played a ghastly and freakish trick on Lula’s family. It had cut a narrow swath that wrecked the house and left the barn intact. No one else in the whole neighborhood was hurt. And after wrecking Lula’s home the wind jumped from the ground and traveled several miles before it hit the earth again. “It carried some of our belongings with it,” Lula says. “A farmer, plowing a field three miles from us found a coffee pot. Inside it he found my mother’s wedding ring. He knew it by the names inscribed inside it and sent it to me.” That’s the tale of one woman’s fear of the wind. And is it any wonder that Lula has tragic memories when clouds gather and that wind rises? ©—WNU Service. Simple or Sophisticated? Spelling “Coconut'’ The people ot Trinidad spell cocoa- nut without an “a”—that is, coco nut. The original derivation comes from the Spanish word “coco,” ap plied to a monkey’3 face, the three eyes on the nut giving it the appear ance of a monkey’s face, the lower eye seeming to resemble a mouth. The coconut tree, bare to within a few feet of the tassel-like top, is one of the most beautiful in the West Indies. The trade winds keep it always waving. Ancient Forests The sequoias are considered the oldest living things, survivals of that long ago when plants and ani mals grew to giant size. Once these trees encircled the globe, as fossils exhumed in our present era tes tify. 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