The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, April 30, 1948, Image 2

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THE NEWBERRY SUN. NEWBERRY. S. C. except by ‘balance of power’; men are ‘fighting animals’ and so on ad nauseam—(pardon the Latin but a Roman senator belonged to one of my ancestors.) Now I, with my race memories—can recall more of them which have worn thin and been dis carded than your species (which I doubt will have a very extended destiny) ever will have. “Just an example. With little ef fort, I can recall some of the silly shibboleths which made trouble for some of my ancestors. It was back in the stone age, just about the same time when we canines decided Man had reached the point where he was ready for adoption and training in civilization. "At that period in pre-history we had advanced to the point where we hunted in packs instead of singly. Our policy was still kill and let be Washington Di9GSt Muff (a Dog) Has Her Ideas About the Nobility of Man By BAUKHAGE News Analyst and Commentator WASHINGTON—There is nothing particularly strange about a dog guarding a batch of milk cans like the one in the accompanying photograph. You wouldn’t be too surprised to be told that the dog knew who should collect the cans and who shouldn’t; to hear about other dogs who go to the store with a shopping list, bring back groceries and even steaks in the basket they carry; and you know all about the wonderful “Seeing-Eye” dogs which not only guard their masters from harm, but often appear to sense danger’s approach. But the other day I had an experience with a dog which you prob ably won’t believe. I was sitting at twilight on my porch after a long day and a com forting meal. I was digesting my ! dinner while Muff, : my wire - haired fox, was removing i the last vestiges of i her share of it j from her beard. 1 She was lolling in front of me on the flat topped porch- post, her favorite I resting place. She I finished her toilet, | flopped her chin on ! one paw facing me j and winked—or so it seemed in the fading light. A robin was sounding the last sleepy cadences of his vesper song from the recesses of an ancient maple. I looked at Muff. She looked back and smiled beneath her whiskers— or so I guessed she might be doing. “If I had the patience,’’ I said half-aloud, “I could teach you to talk.” “Oh, no you couldn’t!” I could almost swear Muff had responded. She certainly had opened her mouth. I let my imagination run on. “Oh, yes, I could,” I re plied, pretending she could under stand me. "You’ve got the brains. How do you know that when I take my briefcase. I’ll be back in the evening and when I take my suit case, I won’t be back for several days? You DO know, because you show it very plainly: briefcase, a couple of wags and a woof; suitcase, body-wiggles, plaintive arts, up- jumping and hand-licks.” I went on cataloguing the obvious indications of Muff’s intelligence, which far surpasses that of many loquacious human acquaintances. As I talked on. Muff rolled over care fully (there was just room for it on her perch) and yawned. Not because she was bored, as I was to learn later, but because praise of this type always embarrasses her. She will wag herself wagless at a “good dog!” for some stupid, fetch- and-carry trick that even a Boston terrier could learn, but when one praises her intellectual achieve ments, it always embarrasses her and she tries to hide it. “Well,” I insisted, "It’s true you are intelligent enough to talk.” Then I was puzzled. Distinctly, though in a breathy voice which sounded the way a dog does be fore he has quite decided to bark, I heard an answer: “It isn’t that I am not intelligent enough. And it isn’t that dogs will never talk, but I’m afraid I shall never learn.” I’m dreaming, I said to myself, but no. There was Muff, there was the outline of the maple, dim now as the darkness gathered. There was I. I shut my eyes. I’ll handle this rationally, I said. Just let things happen. I relaxed and was less sur prised to hear the soft, breathy voice continue: “It isn’t that there’s any thing wrong with my speech center in the third, left convolution of my cortex—but, I want to repeat, that dogs never can learn to talk. . . .” Gently I opened my eyes. Muff was sitting up now, her head cocked to one side, her mouth, or at least her jaw, moving a little, because even in the crepuscule I could see her beard wagging gently as she went on: “Because, as you may know, we canines, and I believe this applies to other animals as well, have far clearer race-memories than human beings. You sometimes mistakenly refer to these memories as intuition. That is nonsense. \ “We canines picked man as a friend and were probably one of the great factors in his domestica tion, largely because we found him more malleable than any of the other fauna. And I think we have done a good job. We have not been harsh masters. We may be over-sentimental at times, but you with YOUR maudlin sentiment, you frequently interpret sound, practical loyalty, motivated by a high moral sense, as a slavish devotion. “But I’m digressing (the voice went on)—what I would like to bring to your attention is this business of race memories. You men have some, too, and you have something else—traditions'. They don’t go back as far, but they are part and parcel of the same thing. Only many of your traditions lead you into trou ble. In the last few months, while you thought I was asleep. I’ve heard you and your high-brow friends use phrases like, ’always been wars’; ■Mace never has been maintained “We canines picked man as a friend and were probably one of the great factors in his domestica tion.” killed although some of us had dis covered its fallacy. We also had a long list of so-called hereditary en emies, and next to the apes, Man led them all. “I don’t know how many cen turies it took to revise that list, and accept Man as a friend. A pretty stupid and cruel friend, to be sure, but one who* could be trained. There was one saying, I believe, which was very popular, but which the more enlightened canines knew was nothing but an old females’ tale. It went: ‘Don’t trust a man any farther than you can smell him.’ You would realize the force of that if you knew how far you used to smell. “There was another saying: ‘The only good man is a dead one, and even then you’d better let the jackals taste him first.’ I could go on end lessly. It took an awful lot of work to explode those myths.. Almost as long as it did to get some of the cruelty out of Man. We’ve gone a long way in that direction, as you know. In another 10 or 15 centuries wouldn’t be surprised if we got you to treat each other as well as most of you treat us. Your wars! Ugh! That shouldn’t—and wouldn't —happen to a dog!” At this point I sat up. Muff al ways had been faithful, obedient, and I thought not only my true friend, but also my respectful and humble servant. And this was going too far! Why this was impertinent. My own dog, talking like that! I must have spoken out loud, for I heard something that sounded like a laugh. "Now don’t try to bust your leash,” heard her remark. “After all, if you think I’m your dog, okay. Some how I feel that you’re my man. So let’s let it go at that and we’ll both be happy. "I didn’t mean to ran on like this and I didn’t mean to get dog matic. I just wanted to say that I know my limitations. I can’t talk. But if it’s in the canine cards, my descendants will. It took several thousand years to kill the race memories which would have dictated that I take a nip out of your calf instead of licking your hand. And, there’s hope for you, too. Maybe progress is just around the corner—” There was a sudden whoosh, a flash of gray in the night, followed by a parabola of fur as Muff left the post in one leap after the neigh bor’s cat which by now was snick ering at her from the maple branch. Muff came back. She gave me a hang-dog look and remarked through her whiskers. ’’That is one race- memory that I can’t eliminate.” "And by the way,” she added, “Don't mention this conversation. Nobody will believe you if you do ” COLD MR FARES...Max Vogel, ■ New York cab driver, ia dis tributing to the people who ride in nia taxi 5,000 al legiance buttona which read. 'I pledge allegiance to my flag-* Fight Communiso.’ UNVEILING OF F.D.R. STATUE IN LONDON...Some of the dia- tinguiahed gueata stand in front of the 10-foot statue of for mer President Franklin D. Roosevelt after the unveiling cere mony in London’s Grosvenor square. British people subscribed more than $160,000 to honor the wartime President of the United States. Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt, Prime Minister Clement Attlee and King George and the royal family were present for the occasion. FAMILY MAN...Primo Camera, satchel-footed former heavy weight boxing chanqiion, is en gulfed by hiq happy family with whom be was reunited for the first time in two years when he flew to the U.S. from Italy. Da Preem is now a big-time wrestler. ij SU1PHUR DUSTING BY AIR...This Bell 47-D utility helicopter is dusting a citrus grove near Houston, Tex., with sulphur. Ibtil recently, dusting with sulphur had been considered highly dangerous. Now, however, aircraft of this model are permitted to do so, thus paving the way for expansion of helicopter dust ing to Southaeat states where sulphur is widely used to fight insects and disease. REAPPEARANCE...Apparently conaidered barmlesp by the Communists, President Eduard Benes of Czechoa-lovakia was permitted to make hia first speech since the Red coup in that nation.. He presented a renewed charter to Charles university at Prague. EDUCATION...Now that her leg is in a splint after she was hit by a truck, nine-month- old Poochie listens gravely while little Jnnet Harlow of Pittsburgh,'Pa., reads a pointed lesson on first-aid. THE CITY BEAUTIFUL.. .Philadelphia, Pa.,, instituted a clean up, paint-up, fix-up campaign come spring this year, and the first thing anybody knew there were crowds of people outside scrubbing the streets and sidewalks. Fired by the vision of a clean and shining city (maybe in anticipation of the forth coming Republican and Democratic national conventions there) Quaker City residents shouldered brooms and buckets and went to work on the Philadelphia beauty treatment. BAMBINO...Outfitted with a rambling nose a la Babe Ruth and a New York Yankees uniform, ' William Bendix is ready to por tray the Sultan of Swat in the forthcoming oration piettre, ‘The Babe Ruth Story.* WHATEVER HAPPENED TO OiOP SUEY?...Introduced at Lake Suc cess, N.Y., to the traditional American dish of bread soaked to the saturation point in meat gravy, Florence Wu registers com plete and wide-open approval, while Charles and Roger Langston, British twins, look with acme suspicion upon her ladylike use of • fork. The children’s parents are United Nations personnel. The Good Samaritan A CRIPPLED BEGGAR was push- ** ing his wheel chair along a rainy Washington street. Thd* pavement was wet. Crossing the street, the rubber tires ot the wheel chair slip ped, finally stalled at the curb. The chair wouldn’t budge. A stranger, hurrying through the drizzle, stepped over to the wheel chair and gave it a push. The cripple wiped his face with a soiled service cap and thanked the stranger, who asked where he was going. “To Union station,” was the reply “to get out of the rain.” The well-dressed stranger offered to push the wheel chair to the sta tion. “We’ll go there together,” said the stranger, pushing the wheel chair ahead of him. “Work for the government?” asked the cripple as they proceeded. “Yes.” "Veterans administration?” “No.” “Where do you work?” persisted the wheel-chair passenger. “Over in the court.” “Which court?” “The supreme court.” The beggar twisted his head around for a good look at the man who was pushing him through the rain. “Which one are you?” he asked, realizing at last that his escort was bne of the nine most potent judges in the land. The man who had rescued him was Justice Harold Burton. Probably no one would have heard about this incident, had not the crip ple, privately skeptical, turned up next day at the supreme court and demanded to see Justice Burton. After a long session with the mar shal, the man in the wheel chair Was ushered into Burton’s chambers and visited once more with the judge. * * • Memo To Senator Taft: WHILE YOU AND I are in fre quent disagreement, I have consider able admiration for your courage and tenacity. May I therefore pre sent for your consideration a prob lem of vital importance to all of us. As you know, the administration now is planning to embark on a gi gantic arms program, including thousands of jet planes, new rocket launching guns, submarines that can carry rockets close to enemy shores, new airplane carriers which can launch bombers, fast merchant ships powerful enough to outrun subma rines and thousands of steel-consum ing guided missiles. While this program may not all be adopted, yet if only half of it— including the aviation program which you yourself favor—is adopt ed, it will result in the greatest inflation this nation ever has seen. Already we face a steel shortage. Already bur railroads are hard up for freight cars. Automobiles are still short in supply. The manpower shortage still handicaps many in dustries. Electric power is so low in the West that California is on day light saving. In other words, with the nation’s economy already running at top speed, the army and navy have ask ed for 14 billion and are reported ready to ask for 10 or 11 billion more. I for one suggest that, as a start toward mapping out a sound domes tic economy, we call in Bernard Ba ruch, Donald Nelson, Leon Hender son and the others who kept prices down and allocated war materials, and ask them to chart a new course to head off the oncoming hurricane of inflation. • • • Cargo Planes and War WHILE THE PENTAGON BOYS emphasize importance of the draft, the national defense research and development board has written a con fidential report urging the need of an armada of cargo planes. In this age of blitz warfare, supply lines must be swift and fle::ible, which means America must build up a vast merchant marine of the air. The report emphasizes the grow ing threat of Russian submarines which could make sitting ducks of our ocean transports. Russia's un derwater navy already is five times larger than the German U-boat fleet at its peak, the report states. What’s more, Russia possesses the deadly German XXI which is “60 times more difficult to locate and kill” than standard World War II subs. The present strategy of digging in and stockpiling material at forward bases also is rejected by the re search board. “Targets should determine the location of bases, not vice versa,” the board argues. “The need for maintaining the base should cease when the target is destroyed. Ad* vance bases should become as ex pendable as shell cartridges.” This means construction and sup ply should be cut to a minimum, and air transport must become the back bone of supply. “Although World War II strategy was determined largely by the avail ability of shipping, in tne next war the availability of air lift will be the controlling factor,” the report declares. n J&i UPhillipr THE GARBLE SISTERS “Isn’t it awful about discoverihg them Russian submarines loading up with war supplies at American ports?” “Yeah. Imagine four of ’em tak ing surplus coal from us right at a time when John L. Lewis is parti tioning the mines. Why doesn’t the U.N. do something about that man?” “It called him to Lake Success but he refused to go until he got good and ready. All U.N. can do about Lewis anyhow, is to name an other commission to observe him and see if he violates the Potsdam- Taft law.” “Then what can they do if he does?” « “They have to fight him with guid ed missiles.” • “What do you think about univer sal service?” “I never ate at that hotel, but the service in all them places can be pretty bad these days.” “I mean the plan to draft boys for the army and navy again.” “That's all election talk.” “I can’t sleep nights worrying over another world war. Are you scared?” “Not so long as America has the atom bomb, Ted Williams, Eisen hower and Johnny Mize, television, Baruch and ERP.” “Erp who?” “I forget his last name.” * “Did you read where the Roose velt boys came out for Eisenhower for president with Halsey for vice- president and Tony McAuliffe for secretary of state on a Nuts-to-you- ticket?;’ “Anybody can win this year ex cept General MacWallace or that fel low Austin Warren.” “Either way it comes out meat and eggs will go higher, I guess.” “Yeah. There’s no stopping the inflation shortage especially if we lose them western orbits and China, too.” • * • “Wanted: Stenographer, thor oughly experienced; must have size 4B foot. 345 Hudson”—N. Y. Times. They’re making those type writers more complicated every day. Vanishing Americanisms “Anybody can afford an auto these days.” * “Let’s give Junior a nickel, he’ll be tickled silly.” , * “It’s my turn to set ’em up.” * * * Speaking of that supreme court decision that a law on the books since 1884 to protect kids against crime magazines is unconstitutional, we know a youngster who silenced the old man pretty promptly. “How can you and I be sure what’s bad for me, popper?” he demanded. “It took the court 64 years to find out.” * * • The finest movie performance of the year, or any other within ye ed's recollection, and one that seems sure to get the next Oscar is that of a nine-year-old Czechoslovakian boy, Ivan Jandl, in a new movie written around the tragedy of children among the displaced persons of the world. The kid never appeared on a stage or in pictures before. He was discovered singing with a group of children in Prague. Most child actors are a strain on the nerves, but here, at last, is a kid who seems not to be acting at all, and in whose tragic eyes and restrained actions there is seen one of the most tragic situa tions of modem times. • * * • Surplus Property Racketeers Behold the heel Who for quick “mon” Will deal in dearth For someone’s son! He cares not where A bomber’s sold As long as it Will bring him gold. * • • “Is there any evidence that Russia has aggressive designs against our country, or that our national securi ty is threatened from any source?” —Henry Wallace. * Aw, you just wanna drag us, into one of those quiz programs, Hank! * • • A British auto now is offered on the American market for $21,250. As soon as the British think the au tomobile has passed the experiment al stage they may reduce pr.ces a bit. • • • Mai Braverman thinks that what Mr. Truman needs more than a good running mate is a good run ning start. • • * A New York advertising firm gave up a tobacco account worth 15 mil lion dollars a year. Mere cigarette money! • • • Two Roosevelt boys have come out for drafting Eisenhower and there are people who insist this definitely kills his chances. UOL Min OUSEHOLD IS! It’* almost gardening time. TVs keep your fingernails clean while working in the soil scratch them over a cake of soap so that the soap will get under your nails. This wlH keep the soil out and the soap dha be easily washed out. —•— For the child who is ill. Tie a small cord to each bed post and fasten clothes-pins to the line. Get well cards, dolls etc., may be hung on the line for the amusement of the young patient. —•— Make sure your husband knows about this before you try it. 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