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HI JOHNSON’S BEST PAL TO BE IN CABINET Attorney Harold L. Ickes Is Favored for Berth as Interior Secretary. FOUGHT, BLED FOR T. R. Chicago Reformer Long Has Been Ardent Backer of California Senator. BY MAX STERN Timed Staff Writer WASHINGTON, Feb. 23.—Progressive Republicans in general, and Senator Hiram Johnson of California in j.a-titular, were congratu- . lating themselves today on the appointment, now reported assured, of Harold L. J kes. Chicago attorney, as secretary of interior. Ickes < pronounced Ick-es, with the accent on the Ick) is considered Senator Johnson's closest political friend east 01 th- Sierras. He also is a close personal friend. It is no secret that Senator Johnson, who was offered the interior portfolio, practically has named his Chicago b.i ker as his substitute. Ickes left the Republican fold along; with Senator Johnson to support Governor Roosevelt. This is not the first time these two indept dents “jumped the traces” of their party. Ickes entered national politics in 1912 as a Roosevelt Bull Mooser. Fought for T. R. As chairman of the Illinois progressive state committee, he fought and bled at Armageddon, with ,/ioughty Hiram Johnson, when Roosevelt lost the nomination for President, at his side. In 1916 he followed Johnson into the camp of Charles Evans Hughes and campaigned for Hughes in his ill-fated tour of the west. During the war he was a "Y” worker in France. In 1920 and 1924, when Hiram essayed the presidency by the direct primary route, Ickes helped Hiram at every turn and in the 1924 campaign was Johnson’s Illinois campaign manager. Like Johnson, he always has been an ardent reformer. Before he entered national politics, Lawyer Ickes was mopping up vice in the Windy City. He managed the campaigns of the reform mayoralty candidates, John M. Harlan and Charles E. Merriam. Wife in Legislature More recently he has acted as a director of the Utility and Investors’ League of Illinois. He was a signer of a recent petition asking the Illinois commerce commission to investigate the Insull operating companies. Not only is he interested in power, but in other matters of conservation. He is a member of the national conservation commission. Although he never has entered politics as an office holder, his wife is a member of the Illinois legislature. He is 59 and the father of four children.

•HONORS’ WASHINGTON WITH DRINK: FINED $lO Costs Suspended When Judge Decides Intentions Were All Right. John Humphrey, Negro, 45. of 1719 Alvord street, is an ardent admirer of George Washington, he says. And so it was Wednesday that when a friend offered Humphrey a drink to celebrate Washington's birthday, Humphrey just couldn't resist. Later he was arrested on a charge of drunkenness, and was fined $lO and costs today in municipal court by Judge Pro Tern. W. H. Harrison. When Humphrey completed a detailed account of his chance meeting with his friend, Harrison replied: “Well, since you were intending to honor George Washington, I’ll suspend the costs.” CUBS WILL GIVE PLAY Dance to Be Held Friday at Rhodius Park Community House. Members of the Indianapolis Cubs Recreation Club. Inc., will give a one-act play and a program of dance and musical numbers at 8 Friday in Rhodius Park community house. The entire cast of eight in the play, “Royal Order Ham and Eggs,” was recruited from the basketball squads, a club band. “The Corn Cob Ramblers” will play. James Motsinger. Charles Skinner and Ray Logan will dance. FISCAL YEAR CHANGED July 1 Set as Starting Date I'mler Bill Signed by McNutt. Indiana's fiscal vear will begin July 1. instead of Oct. 1. as heretofore. under provisions of a bill signed Wednesday by Governor Paul V. McNutt.

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CHAPTER ONE

JANET HILLS gray eyes raised—and lowered hastily. Intently she studied the typewritten sheet that lay before her and intently—a little more severely than necessary—her fingers tapped out the words on the keys. “It is to he remembered that the purchasing public ” A sudden, impatient gesture and the typing ceased. Janet suppressed an exclamation. She had copied the words twice and the page was ruined. Oh, well—what was the use of pretending? No matter how busily at work she might seem, there was no stopping the dark figure heading toward the entrance of the office. The dark figure was that of a young man. He had gained the threshold now and paused. “Mr. Hamilton around?” Janet looked up. She smiled and the smile was that of a serene, thoroughly businesslike secretary as she answered. “He just stepped out, Mr. Cressy. I think he’s in Mr. Chambers’ office. If you want to see him—” The young man in the doorway raised a hand in protest. “No, no—it Isn’t important. Asa matter of fact it was you I wanted to talk to, not Hamilton. That is, if you can spare a moment or two.” The young man slumped against the opposite desk, half-seated himself. He must have been in the later 20c—an average looking young man with sandy hair and agreeable features, a trifle neavy in build, a trifle too well-groomed. He said with a grin, “Seem to be awfully busy in here this morning.” “Not especially. I mean there's always plenty to do.” “But don't you ever think of anything except work?” Janet moved uncomfortably. It was going to be the same thing all over again! For three successive Saturdays and on several evenings in between she had told Howard Cressy she couldn’t accept his invitations for luncheon or dinner. No, not for a movie or a concert or a drive, either. She had used all the excuses from previous engagements to a headache. She couldn’t invent anew excuse. Well, she would just use one of the old ones. Why couldn’t Howard Cressy take a hint? “Mr. Hamilton seems to be able to keep everyone busy," she countered. “But you don’t week Saturday afternoon, do you? You don’t have to work tonight. How abut taking a little drive out on the Madison road? There’s a nice place—” tt tt a THE girl interrupted. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cressy. I won’t be able to go. I'm—l’m having a guest this evening and I’ll have to go home and cook dinner.” “So you can cook! Beauty and brains and the domestic arts! But aren’t you going to invite me to one of these dinner parties? Don't I ever get a break, Janet?” She was saved from making an answer. A rustle of papers, the sound of footsteps and Bruce Ham-ilton-broad-shouldered, tweed-clad, his eyes framed in dark spectacles —appeared in the doorway. Bruce Hamilton looked like a college professor. Only when he dictated letters in a brisk, staccato voice, when he barked commands into the telephone, or when he flared into stormy arguments did he suddenly become the shrewd, tireless and dominating advertising manager of Every Home Magazine. Hamilton's dark hair was mixed with gray, but the eyes beneath that pepper and sait thatch were young and challenging. Hamilton walked with a light step. Evidently the conference had come off as he wanted it. The younger man had risen to his feet. He said quickly. “Oh, Mr. Hamtilon, I've just had an answer from Fairbanks. He likes the idea of the contest. Thinks it will be a big circulation builder, and wants to go in for it strong. Here’s his letter if you'd like to read it.” “Thanks.” Hamilton took the letter. He laid half a dozen sheets of yellow paper on Janet's desk and said: “Miss Hill, I've made some revisions in that copy. Sorry to ask you to work overtime, but it has to get off in the first mail. “Make two carbons, please. And will you start it at once and let the lettei’s and that Bailey memorandum wait?” “Yes, Mr. Hamilton.” “Now, then. Cressy—” The advertising manager sank

Gus Is All in a Fog on This Little Matter of Beer

BY JOE WILLIAMS NEW YORK, Feb. 23.—We11, it looks as if we are going to have our beer pretty soon, eh?” beamed my friend Gus. What he had In mind, plainly, was that the people had voted for repeal and that th- sentiment of the people had been confirmed in Washington. But, like quite a few of us. my frit .id C s. who hastily sea :s the headlines of the day’s vital news, coming t a full stop for serious digestive reading only when a Broadwa; dy pistols her paramour. or a heavyweight champion languidly defends his title, he did rot -> ' corUdc. the f ts of life, as they are lived in this moat imperfect of imperfect worlds. With understandable logic, my illoftcal friend Gus believed that since the people had voted for re-

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Jeffrey back in his desk chair and looked up at the young promotion director. With Hamilton's arrival, Cressy suddenly had become all business. The two men talked of figures and mailing schedules, the new contest and the circular going out next month. Their voices rose and fell, Cressy enthusiastic, Hamilton agreeing or arguing more calmly. t: tt tt TANET was not listening. She ** had glanced at her wristwatch as her employer entered. Twenty minutes of 12. The copying in itself wouldn’t take long, but with the letters, the speech to be given before the luncheon club, the memorandum —oh, it would be 2 o’clock before she could get away. She had hoped that on this one Saturday she would be able to leave the office at 12:30, the hour when, theoretically, she was supposed to leave. Well, she couldn’t ask to have someone else do the work. She would have to type as swiftly as she could and finish. Lunch didn’t matter. After she’d finished, she would have a glass of milk and sandwich at the counter on the corner. The shampoo she’d hoped for

FATE IS CRUEL IN LINDBERGH CASE

Strange Cast of Players Scarred by Kidnap Tragedy

BY SIDNEY B. WHIPPLE, United Press Staff Correspondent (Copyright. 1933. bv United Press) \ MERICA’S greatest unsolved mystery—the Lindbergh kidnaping—will be a year old next week. United Press correspondents, In widely separated cities, today found the motley assortment of characters who achieved a fleeting celebrity in the weeks and months that followed that fateful night of March 1, 1932, when Charles Au-

gustus Lindbergh Jr., was snatched from his crib. Scarred by their contact with the major crime of the century, a majority of this strange cast of players have attempted to take up the threads of their normal existence, only to be ignored, harried or scorned by their fellows. Gangsters and

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gunmen have sunk again to the underworld. Preachers have gone back to their pulpits and educators to their classrooms. Smalltown constables and “big shot” detectives, equally baffled, have turned to less important problems, with the knowledge that they failed their greatest test. The white house at Hopewell, where Baby Lindbergh waz taken from his crib, stands in empty desolation in a setting of bleak New Jersey hills. A little group of state troopers, guarding the scene, still remind an occasional curious visitor that here was the focus of the most prodigious police operations in the history of American criminality. Colonel and Mrs. Lindbergh live at Hopewell no longer. With the consolation of their second son, Jon L„ they make their home with Mrs. Dwight W. Morrow, Mrs. Lindbergh’s mother, in Englewood, N. J. The tragedy has shut them off from the world, marked them Indelibly with its horror. Os all the characters who burst into the spotlight in March, 1932,

peal and congress had, after considerable mumbo-jombo, agreed that the people ought to ha j what they want, the rest was simple a 1 easy. Tomorrow there would be beer. tt a a TT so happened I had made eager inquiry and found that such was not the case. I endeavored to explain to Gus. “You see this is only the beginning. For some reason, the people who already have expressed their opinion must be doubly assured that they really want what they know ihey want. “This is one of the splendid benefiis of a democracy. There is no chance of an emotional mistake. No matter how strong your convictions they must be authenticated by studied legislation.

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ONE I LOVE—by Laura Lou Brookman

would have to be postponed until tomorrow. That way she’d get everything done. Janet's fingers clicked out the neat sentences, rapidly, but not at the reckless pace that would have meant errors. The dancing keys flew up and down with rhythmic machine-like precision. She didn’t notice how frequently Howard Cressy’s glance wandered from the advertising manager’s desk to the brown head of the advertising manager’s secretary. It was forgivable. Almost any young man would have done the same. Janet Hill wasn’t a beauty—not in the breath-taking sensational sense of the word. Janet’s gray eyes were not the sort to do hypnotic tricks when a man looked at her. They were level eyes, fringed with dark lashes and they looked out on the world in a friendly, confident way. They were practical eyes and the broad forehead above them was practical, too. Janet had cheeks and a throat like cream and her lips were the dark, rich hue of ripe cherries. It was unusual to see such creamy skin with gray eyes, but any artist would have told you it was exactly right with the waving, light brown hair that glinted copper in the sunlight. Right, too, was the well-molded chin, the nose, and generous lips. And then, just when one had catalogued Janet’s features and. decided that here was a girl who was attractive and pleasant and sensible, one saw the freckles. Almost a dozen of them scattered across the bridge of that practical nose and across the practical cheeks. A dozen small but perfectly visible freckles of the same golden brown as Janet’s hair. Somehow the freckles discounted the matter-of-factness of that busi-ness-like young face. They were likely to make you wonder how Janet Hill looked when she smiled. They made you want to wait and see. tt tt tt SHE was 23 years old, five feet, five inches tall and for two years she had taken dictation, typed letters, made appointments, executed errands and done a hundred and one other secretarial duties in the offices of Every Home Magazine. All this is necessary to a complete picture of Janet Hill, but all this is, after all, quite minor. The one important thing to know about Janet was that she was engaged to Rolf Carlyle.

none was so dashingly spectacular as John Hughes Curtis, Norfolk,

(Va.) boatbuilder who claimed to have established contact with the kidnapers through a long course of dangerous negotiations at sea. The Curtis hoax was exposed, the boatbuilder paid a SI,OOO fine, received a year’s suspended sentence for “obstructing jus-

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tice,” and returned home to Norfolk. Once a leader of Norfolk’s exclusive society, today finds him an outcast, living precariously with his wife and two children, in a little cottage ten miles from the city. Irving Bitz and Salvatore Spitale were linked together in the underworld partnership that hopefully was called upon to search the dim purlieus of gangdom for the kidnapers. They had pursued minor careers as rum-runners and proprietors of unimportant New York speakeasies, without much molestation from police.

Sanders to Quit as G. 0. P. Chairman, Capital Learns

Hilles to Take Over Party Leadership: Old Guard in Back Seats. By Scripps-lloicard \cwspai>rr Alliance WASHINGTON, Feb. 23.—A report that Chairman Everett Sanders of the Republican national committee will resign that job was heard today in congressional cloakrooms. The G. O. P. executive committee is to meet here Monday, but no change in the leadership is expected to take place then. When the showdown over the chairmanship occurs, young Republicans, it is said, are prepared to: demand the right to run the party machinery henceforth. If they succeed, this would mean that such old guardsmen as Charlie

You never can be sure that you are right until all the votes are counted. And even then you frequently find that what you believe is right is wrong, because Kansas says so.” Gus wrinkled his brow in mental confusion. “But we vote for beer, and the congress, they say we can have it, and now we don’t get it—is that what you say?” With admirable patience, the senator from Tennessee —ordering another shell of dark brew—proceeded to explain further. a a “\T7'E may get it and we may ’ ’ not. All that has taken place up to now is important, but at the same time it a warmup, a bit of infield practice, before the regular game begins. It goes

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Janet That, at least, was the way Janet looked at it. They had been engaged for almost a year, yet the mention of Rolf’s name was enough to set her heart beating a swift, exciting tattoo. That warming and quickening that made Janet wonder if all the world understood how she felt about Rolf—and blush at the thought. It was being engaged to Rolf that made Howard Cressy’s continued attention so annoying. It was be:ng engaged to Rolf that made woi'king hours—especially on Saturday—distasteful. But it was being engaged to Rolf, too, that had made the world a paradise Janet Hill had never imagined it could be, that made the once ordinary city of Lancaster suddenly the earth’s garden spot, that made Janet Hill’s hitherto commonplace existence a state of ecstasy beyond anything she had ever dreamed. Oh, yes, it was like that—being engaged to Rolf. Janet was engaged and she was in love. She and Rolf didn’t talk so much about when they were going to be married. They didn’t talk about it because it was the one thing that shadowed their dreamy happiness. They wanted to be married and

Since the Lindbergh case, Bitz has been arrested four times for alleged association with criminal events including two homicides, an attempted jail break, and a pay roll robbery. Spitale has been arrested twice in connection with homicide cases, once more on charges of carrying concealed weapons, and his speakeasy has been raided twice in the last twelve months. Dr. John F. Condon, the “Jafsie,” who conducted negotiations with the kidnapers through newspaper “personal” columns, and finally gave one of their emissaries Colonel Lindbergh’s

$50,000 in bills still instructs the students of Fordham university In the Bronx. Condon never is free from the aftermath o f the Lindbergh tragedy. Constantly he is called upon to “identify” photographs of poll c e suspects,

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Curtis, Jim Watson, Reed Smoot and the rest would take back seats. It is said, also, that Charles Hilles, the Republican national committeeman from New York, is prepared to take hold of the reorganized G. O. P. Mr. Hilles is said to have been the moving force behind the secret conference here late last year when picked members of the national committee discussed the party’s future, the meeting that was said then to have planned definitely to shelve President Herbert Hoover .and Treasury Secretary Ogden Mills. The parley was reported to have agreed that henceforth the G. O. P. must rid itself of the old guard and plot a middle course between the ultra-conservative and liberal elements.

back to the states, and If they vote ‘yes’ we get beer, and if they vote ‘no’—well, here’s how!” Gus paused to l a keeping black cat for a twenty-yard field goal over a barricade of stacked tables. “And in the meantime what about all that revenue the country was going to get out of repeal? Does that go on the cuff, or is it just a gag?” “My dear fellow”—by this time the senat .• from Tennessee was beginnin “Don’t you know that the hardest thing in th 2 world to and is to try to give the government intelligent, practical money?” a tt a YOU mean by that?” “I mean that even when you can show the government, his-

they couldn’t, because they didn't have the money. That was why Janet sat in Bruce Hamilton's office from 9 o’clock until s—and often long afterward—five days a week and for half days on Saturdays when she would so much rather have been bustling about a blue and white kitchen of her own. Give up her job to cock and wash dishes and mend and iron clothes? Indeed she would! She'd have been glad to. tt it a FOR Janet and Rolf there couldn’t be a blue and white kitchen, a vine-clad bungalow or even a tiny, cheap, third floor apartment. They couldn’t be married because the combined total of their savings accounts was $214 short of SSOO. Five hundred dollars that total must be before Janet and Rolf could go to the courthouse and then to the church and solemnly exchange promises to love and cherish one another until death. It might not seem a large sum to a great many people. To Janet and Rolf it was huge, indeed. It was also the absolute minimum on which a matrimonial venture might safely be launched. Janet knew this because she had read it in a magazine. It was Janet who had insisted the SSOO must be in the bank before their marriage. There had been arguments. Dozens of them. Rolf had wanted to hunt up a preacher the very next day after that precious, insane bus ride on an April night, when, with a dozen other passengers about them, he had somehow got out the all-important question to a girl whose whisper was inaudible but whose star-lit eyes said “Yes.” She had loved him for those arguments, but of course she couldn’t agree. Why, Rolf was earning $35 a week at the Atlas Advertising Agency and her own salary was S3O. Rolf had a life insurance policy and boasted blithely of the $16.75 in his wallet—s3 of which he owed his roommate. With paper and pencils and a great many highly irrelevant interruptions they argued and added and subtracted—and arrived at Janet’s originl statement. There must be SSOO in the bank! It wasn’t, she pointed out, what the SSOO would buy; it was what it stood for. Janet knew quite a lot about poverty. She knew Daisy Me-

Coolnel H. Norman Schwartzkopf, head of the New Jersey state police, subjected to political attacks throughout the year for failure of his organization to track down the abductors, today is a “lone wolf,” still working on the case and still determined to solve the mystery. A proposal was before the New Jersey legislature today to reduce his salary from $9,000 a year to $5,000, a stinging reflection not only of the times but of the politics that have become inextricably involved in the case. The Rev. H. Dobson Peacock, dean of an Episcopal church in Norfolk, pursues a somewhat cloistered life in that city. He is pointed out as one cruelly misled by John Hughes Curtis, and who unwittingly helped to give the hoax world-wide publicity. ri^ar-Admiral Guy Hamilton Burrage, third of the Curtis “negotiators,” leads a ret.red life, somewhat akin

to that of Dean Peacock. Betty Gow, Scottish nursemaid, who underwent weeks of police inquisition, and whose sweetheart, Henry (Red) Johnson, was dramatically dragged into the case because of that association—and and still is in the Lindbergh

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household as nursemaid to little Jon Lindbergh. Johnson, deported because he lacked proper papers for alien residence, has not returned to this country. William J. Allen, middle-aged Negro whose chance discovery of the baby’s body added murder to the kidnaping case, has fallen on evil days at Hopewell. For a time he was “exhibited” to the morbidly curious at circuses or carnivals, but this aroused such resentment that this eventually was halted. He received nothing for finding the baby, and h s been without work for months. His family is destitute.

tressed as it is, that the immediate enactment of any kind of bill will yield more than a billion dollars in taxes, you can not get to first base, because the Constitution says this and it says that. “Even when the sentiment of the people is preponderantly in favor of such a bill, there still remains a vast amount of parliamentary red tape that must be unravelled.” Gus gave the mahogany an energetic swishing with a towel, ruthlessly effacing moist circles that were pleasantly reminiscent of the Olympic insignia, and cackled grimly: “Well, I gue?6 it will be all right for us to keep. on starving. At least, we will be within our constitutional rights.”

Rolf Cullough who had worked in the Every Home office until, gayly and irresponsible, she had married —and been divorced six months later. She knew Mrs. Frisbie, whose husband was an invalid and whose little girl couldn’t see. She had known Joe Platz, too, well enough to grow a little faint when she read how they found his body in the river. Joe Junior had been buried the week before. Joe Platz had lost his job and couldn't face being a burden to his wife. tt tt tt YES, Janet knew enough of poverty so that all Rolf’s pleading couldn’t win her from her insistence that they must work and save before they could be married. Five hundred dollars was the lowest possible figure. At first they had assured each other the SSOO could be saved easily. In six months at the most! Rolf had made a budget of his $35 and showed Janet how to make one. Somehow at the end of the month the budget was there, but the money wasn’t. They had had wonderful times together, but theater tickets and dinners and gardenias for Janet’s coat collar had more than taken the sum Rolf had set down under the heading, “Savings.” So there were more sessions with pencil and paper, more adding and subtracting. Out of all this had come further arguments and then, gradually, the savings accounts had begun to swell. Instead of theater parties and fresh flowers and dancing at the Crystal Slipper, there were long walks now and cafeteria meals and visits to the neighborhood movie house where tickets cost only 15 cents. Rolf chafed at all this—but always came around to agree the object was worth it. He wasn’t nearly as versed in economy as Janet. Some of the other girls in the Every Home office thought Janet had been growing just a little shabby. They nodded significantly and agreed that a girl had to keep up her looks; even if she was pretty she was a fool to neglect herself and anybody could tell that old black hat was last winter’s. Fresh collar and cuff sets didn’t conceal the fact that Janet wore the same black frock almost every day. If Janet Hill had heard these comments she would have laughed. How could any one compare old hats and worn frocks with the glory of knowing that Rolf loved her? The special reason she had wanted to leave the office at 12:30 that Saturday was because it was Rolf’s birthday. He didn’t know she was aware of this, but what a celebration she had planned! Dinner, cooked on the two-burner gas stove by Janet herself. There would be a thick steak, mushrooms, creamed asparagus and salad with Roquefort dressing. The dessert had been made early that morning and was waiting in the ice chest. There would be flowers for the table and tall white candles. Janet would have to buy them at the dime store on her way home. SHE had to shop, too, for the fountain pen and pencil set that was to be her birthday gift to Rolf. Janet had decided that was what l the gift should be three weeks ago, when he had complained about losing his last pen. There was the shopping to do at the grocery store, too, the tidying up of the single room that, with the couch cover properly disguising the day bed, became a suitable place to receive callers. There were really a dozen demands on Janet's time that afternoon and there she was typing Bruce Hamilton’s revised copy and his correspondence! (To Be Continued) HOUSE MOVE TO COT GASOLINE TAX FAILS Bill for Reduction to 3 Cents Is Postponed. Effort to cut the gasoline tax from 4 to 3 cents a gallon failed in the j house of representatives today when a bill for the reduction was post- i poned indefinitely. The house called back from the Governor, the bill reorganizing state control of banks and other financial institutions. Purpose was to remove an amendment which would prevent banks from engaging in the insurance business, which was rejected in the house, but incorporated in the bill by error. Another change will be to limit the new department of financial institutions to seven members. As the bill now stands, there is njkprovision regarding number. **

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FARMERS QUIT ATTACK; TRUCE IN MILK WAR Battle Halts on Score of Fronts in Wisconsin Dairy Zone. TRUCK DRIVERS BEATEN Highways Blocked. Police Defied: Embargo Move Is Launched. By t iiitrd Prai* MILWAUKEE. Feb. 23—Wisconsin's milk strike ended today, except for discontended “irregulars.” Adjutant General Ralph M. Immell sent telegrams to all sheriffs in the strike zone, which had extended from the northern Illinois border to Green Bay, saying that the farm organizations had voted to call a truce and that “whatever groups remain active Friday will have no authority for their activities and will be operating on their own responsibility.” The adjutant general said that Governor A. G. Schmedcman wanted all pickets dispersed and normal conditions restored. A truce, which will continue until May 1, was arranged partly at a conference between the Governor and the dapper strike leader, Walter M. Singler, president of the Wisconsin Co-Operative Milk Governor promised that he would go before the Roosevelt administration to seek feedral aid. He said he would attend the conference of Governors at Washington called by PresidentElect Roosevelt. Milk Is Dumped The last act of violence reported before the truce became effective occurred at Mukwonago. More than 1,000 strikers gathered at the Walter Aherns garage. The strikers said Aherns’ employes had used gas pipes to force their way through picket lines. The farmers forced Aherns to run three trucks to the city limits, where 250 cans of milk were dumped. Throughout the day, until farmers at Madison voted in favor of a truce, violence had been reported. Overall-clad farmers blockaded scores of highways with timbers to keep milk trucks from the markets. The farmers fought with fists and crude weapons. They pitched tents along highways and stood guard night and day. They disregarded orders of their leaders, attacked market,-bound trucks, beat drivers, | and battled deputies who tried to disperse them. Fire Departments Help Khaki-clad police led the opposing army, which was augmented by companies of nonstriking farmers, and special deputies. Fire departments joined in the war and drove back rebels with streams of ; water. The w'ar zone stretched from the J state’s southern border along Lake ■ Michigan far past the tip of Green : Bay. It almost blanketed a dozen counties which produce more dairy products than any other area of their size in the nation. While the rebellion spread, the man who started it all, Walter M. Singler, met in Madison with other farm leaders. As president of the state co-opera-tive milk pool, Singler urged immediate suspension of the strike and organization of a nation-wide embargo on all farm products if the incoming national administration does not provide relief. Debt Relief Sought By United J'rrxs CHICAGO, Feb. 23.—Agricultural leaders, state legislators, and dirt farmers themselves today sought a working plan for debt relief. Calling of a truce in the Wisconsin milk strike again focused attention on proposals for permanent farm relief instead of transiatory attempts to raise prices. Legislative action to establish moratoria on mortgages, which already are in effect in lowa and Wisconsin, was taken in Montana, Oklahoma, Arizona, and Michigan. Hope for a “new deal” to American farmers under the incoming Roosevelt administration was seen in statements by Henry Wallace, lowan, who is to be secretary of agriculture and whose father held the same job in the Republican Harding cabinet. “If prices do not become higher, it will be necessary to have legislation reducing debts to a point which justly will horrify all banks and insurance companies,” Wallace said. “If the banks and insurance companies really understood the peril of continued deflation, they would be boosting to the limit for a safe and sane policy of controlled reflation.”

ORYS TO CELEBRATE Birth of First Prohibition Candidate to Be Observed Here. The one hundredth anniversary of the birth oof John P. St. John, first nominee of the Prohibition party, will be celebrated Saturday at the English. Announcement of the meeting has been made by H. S. Bonsib, state secretary. Gerald H. Wieland. 5864 Lowell avenue, grandson of St. John, will attend the meeting.

Beware! Unscr u p u 1 o u s “financiers” have invaded the field of medical care and are victimizing the public on a wide scale with hospital insurance policies of doubtful value. In two timely articles, the first of which will appear in The Times Firday, Dr. Morris Fishbein, who WTites a daily medical column on The Times editorial page, warns readers of the pitfalls in this scheme.