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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
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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.
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SUMMARIZES THE WORLD'S WEEK
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© 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.”
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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,
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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.
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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. They are found only on the
western slopes of the Sierra Nevada
from the American river on the
north to Deer creek on the south,
between elevations of 4,000 to 8,000
feet, chiefly between the 5,000 and
7,000-foot altitudes.
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