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SATURDAY. JUNE 3. 1933

STARVATION WAGES is Rood news in the American Federation of Labor report revealing a wholesale price rise of 4 8 per cent since April 1, an increase in employment of 600,000 in April, a 100 per cent ruse in auto and steel production since April 1. But buying power of the American masses still is perilously low. The federation announces that 12,730,000 were jobless on May 1, and adds that May's gains are less than Aprils. The workers' mcors'ss. the stuff that must start and keep the wheels of business going, is 43.9 per cent of the 1929 average, a deficiency of $2,500,000,000 a month. On May 20 the workers’ incomes were 4 3 per cent below January. Buying power is depleted not only by unemployment. but also by starvation wages. Federation reports from widely scattered regions reveal: Alabama cotton mill hands working for $1.44 on a twelve-hour day. Arkansas lumber workers getting $6 for a sixty-hour week, or 10 cents an hour. Georgia road workers being paid 10 to 30 Cents an hour. Chicago packers getting as low as $3 weekly; Peoria brass and aluminum workers as low as $9 a week. Sweatshop women and children getting as low as $2 and $3 a week in Pennsylvania. New Jersey and other states. The Roosevelt administration offers the only cure In sight. By means of the industrial recovery bill, hours will be shortened to absorb the jobless, wages will be increased through wage boards, child labor and other unfair practices can be called off, and $3,300,000,000 worth of government credit can be pumped into the nation through public works. HOOVER TO BOULDER Tj'QR a decade or so, the world's greatest dam-to-be was known as Boulder dam. Two years ;fgo ex-Secretary of the Interior Wilbur stood on the brnk of the roaring Colorado and rechristoncd it. Henceforth, he declared, it would be called Hoover dam, “after a gerat engineer, who really started this, the greatest project of all time.” Dr. Wilbur’s successor, Mr. Ickes, lets it be known that, to him it still is Boulder. And the ex-Presidcnt’s friends fill the air with mutterings; calling this a petty act of politics. The teapot tempest isn’t serious. With Romeo we say: What’s in a name? But, unlike the good Dr. Wilbur, who after all is not an historian, we believe in history. So just to keep the record right, it should be recorded that the great engineer who “really started” this project was Arthur Powell Davis, also of California. Inspired by the feat of his famous undle, the first white man to navigate the Colorado rapids, Mr. Davis started years ago to plan and urge a high dam at Boulder canyon. So zealous was he for a high and powermaking dam that his chief, Secretary Fall, under pressure of power companies, ousted him from his job as reclamation engineer. After that the fight was carried on by Los Angeles public ownership people and in Washington by ex-Representative Swing and Senator Johnson. Mr. Coolidge signed the authorization bill ns the Boulder dam act. It Is not of record that Mr. Hoover took a leading role. Since it is not to be called the Davis dam, why not Boulder dam? WE MISS MUCH IN LIFE 'T'HE small-town lad who thinks that life would be just fine if he only could get to the bright lights of Broadway ought to have n little talk with Captain Amander O. Hayes, who ’just has retired after spending a number of years in charge of the West Fortyseventh street police station in New York City. In that job. Captain Hayes was more or less the overseer of Broadway. The brightlights section was his bailiwick, and everything that hapened in the busiest and most famous play spot in America was his business, and when he retired he remarked that “nothing much ever happened to me." His job. in fact, had been rather dull, and, all things considered Captain Hayes was rather glad to get out of Its monotonous routine. “Nothing much happens to any policeman, when you think it over." he added. “They just have tough hours and do what they're told.” And right there, it would seem, there is an Ironic little commentary on the nature of romance and adventure. “Nothing much ever happened to me.” is the complaint of every restless lad who is tied down by a prosaic job which he would like to swap for a bit of real adventure. The lad who follows a plow or drives a bakery wagon or files invoices in a freight office or hammers a typewriter nine hours a day generally has the notion that romance is something he could get hold of very* nicely if only he could slip into the right kind of job. But romance and adventure are, after all, the commonest things in the world. The only trouble is that most of us fail to recognize them when we see them. Captain Hayes, supervising Broadway’s bright lights for year upon year, finds his job boring and monotonous; nothing ever happened to him. or to any other cop, he says, and he's glad to be out of it. And so it goes. An especially daring airmail pilot who pioneered in the early days of night flying over the Alleghenies, when that particular job was about the riskiest and most adventuresome thing aviation had to offer,

told an interviewer that the main trouble with it was that it was hard for him to keep awake on those “monotonous" night flights over the mountains. Like Captain Hayes and most other who have faced real adventure, he was not in the least impressed by the glamour of his calling. Adventure is a thing we all long for. Recognizing it when we find it seems to be something else again. THE G. A. R. PARADES 'T'HE adjectives long have become familiar—“they trudged painfully around Monument Circle . . , they hobbled bravely through the ram and mist behind the flag that flew above Round Top at Gettysburg or fluttered in the battle smoke over the Valley of Virginia." The ranks of Indiana G. A. R. have dwindled to a handful. But these veterans of the war between the States hold tightly to their ancient glories and their comradeships, wearing their forage caps of the ’6os. It is the same in France and Germany and England, in Italy and Turkey and other countries. Wars breed their heroes, and the heroes become old men, with their stories which few care to hear. They smoke their pipes and in the smoke dream their ancient dreams, seeking the solace of a thing that has fled. This is a characteristic of war. It creates a camaraderie that men like to preserve as an emotional crutch. But there has grown up a difference in the outlook of crops of soldiers. Perhaps virtually every living soldier of the Civil war identifies himself proudly with that war. But the millions who engaged in the last great encounter include a large percentage who forty or fifty years from now will not care to don their ancient military regalia. They will not march in the rain bravely. They may be sitting in old folks’ homes or in armchairs discussing the folly of the great encounter. But, better still, it is to be hoped that war will have become so rare in the next half century that the boys who wore the khaki in France and in our own cantonments will need other glories to sustain their reveries in their last days. AN OLYMPIAN OF THE ROAD T'vAN O'LEARY, famed as a walker and known to hundreds in Indianapolis from his occasional visits here, failed to achieve the 110-year-old record he had set for himself. But he had made a gallant bid when a premature illness defeated him. He died Monday in a California hospital. He was nearing 91. In this era, when men are considered aged at 60, Dan O’Leary was just one of the “almost forgotten.” More than half a century ago he won fame and comparative fortune as a walker. In 1875 he wrested the championship from the great Edward Payson Weston. He had walked, for pleasure and profit, some 300.000 miles—twelve times around the earth—when his fatal illness overtook him. O'Leary, Irish born, but an American from his 19th year, was a philosopher as well as walker—perhaps as a consequence. “If your mind is depressed,” he said, “your feet stay behind.” He believed in symmetry and co-ordination—“a foot too small is as bad as a little head.” The heel-and-toe art is not wholly lost. Last year a little 39-year-old Englishman did the 50.000-meter walk at the Los Angeles Olympic games—about thirty-one miles—in less than five hours. O'Leary’s greatest feat was 100 miles in 18 hours, 55 minutes and 40 seconds. Until recently he took a daily jaunt of “twenty miles or so.” At going on 91 a twenty-mile exercise stunt may be considered at least a testimonial. GANDHI COULD TEACH US jyjAHATMA GANDHI, reported near death as a result of his recent fast, or hunger strike, could teach us Americans a great deal. His weapon of nonresistance, of course, was used long ago by the American Thoreau and others who followed Jesus of Nazareth. It might be revived in this country with good effect. But that is not all we have to learn from Gandhi. There is also the matter of fighting the enemy within the gates before battling the enemy outside. Gandhi’s recent fast was not aimed at the British enemy, but at the hideous Hindu system of untouchability. This expression of the caste system at its lowest reveals the inner weakness and hypocrisy of an India which demands justice from others while herself denying justice to her own children. ■With some success Gandhi is trying to purge and strengthen his own people for their fight against British exploitation. Obviously a leader with sufficient sincerity, intelligence, and courage to start his housecleaning at home is a dangerous man to his enemies. If Czarism could have wrought nternal reforms, it still might be alive in Russia instead of Communism. If the German Socialists had been less stiffnecked. Hitler could not have climbed to power with their mistakes as stepping stones. If J. P. Morgan and his kind had eradicated some of the rottenness of the American financial system, they might have escaped more sweeping reforms now in prospect. If the American pacifists could overcome their own reactionary compromises, they might defeat the munition makers for a change. If the American Federation of Labor devoted one-tenth of the energy to selfcriticism which it spends in attacking radicals on the left and open shop employers on the right, most of American labor might not be unorganized and leaderless as now. If the G. O. P. had any capacity for selfreform, it might come back. A WELCOME EDICT JOHN CITIZEN, who has seen his none-too- ** large salary reduced 20, 30 and even 40 per cent, is looking on the Reconstruction Finance Corporation with a friendlier eye these days. That government agency just has won public applause by ordering all corporations seeking Federal loans to make drastic reductions in the excessive salaries of executives. Unless they comply, no federal funds will be forthcoming, the R. F. C. warns. The ruling followed the request of the Southern Pacific railroad for a loan of

$23,200,000. On March 1. 1932, the railroad paid its chairman of the executive committee 5135.000 a year; its vice-chairman, $76,500, and its president, $90,000. These amounts represented 10 per cent reductions from the salary levels of 1929. Perhaps anticipating congressional action, the R. F. C. ordered a general reduction of these salaries, prior to approving the loan. It cut salaries of SIOO,OOO or more 60 per cent and ordered 50 per cent slashes for salaries of $50,000 to SIOO,OOO. Most important of all. it extended these reductions to affect all future would-be borrowers. That is a welcome decision, we only regret that it was not done sooner. For two years corporations have obtained huge loans from the R. F. C. on the grounds that such loans were necessary to avert bankruptcy. Yet, most of these corporations and railroads have continued to pay excessive salaries to the “men at the top,” while the rank and file employes have been reduced ruthlessly. A report to the Interstate Commerce commission discloses some interesting facts about the salaries of railroad presidents. The report, as of March 1. 1932, reveals that President Atterbury of the Pennsylvania railroad, whose company has helped itself generously to R. F. C. loan money, is paid $135,000 a year. President Willard of the Baltimore & Ohio gets $120,000 a year and presidents of other roads receive similar high amounts. Since last March there have been further reductions in these salaries, but they still are badly out of proportion to the amounts paid the rank and file of railroad employes. THE RAILROADS HIT BACK /”JNE of the most interesting bits of railroad news of recent years is the announcement that the Union Pacific road is about to put into service anew stream-lined, motor-driven train that can clip off an average speed of ninety miles an hour on long cross-country runs. This is interesting not only because of the new transportation convenience it promises, but because it show’s a large American railroad preparing to strike back at the competitors who have been putting all railroads in the hole lately. Instead of sitting back and weeping about the competition of bus, automobile, and airplane, directors of the Union Pacific are getting ready to give those agencies a little competition on their own account. It is a pretty safe bet that other roads will be following suit shortly. Then we shall see whether the prophets of doom have not been a bit premature in chanting the swan song of the American railroad. Secretary of Labor Frances Perkins is getting a lot of praise for thinking up ways to put men to work, but we believe most wives could give her a few pointers around housecleaning time. No, Horace, the government’s drive for the elimination of sweatshops will not mean the closing of those Turkish bath emporiums. Scientists insist that long-range weather forecasts are impossible, but after looking over the repeal returns from the various states we feel entirely safe in predicting that 1934 will be a wet year. Now that the watermelon season has returned, fewer small boys will be reprimanded for having dirty ears. Branch office of a closed bank in Atlantic City has been converted into a beer parlor.— News item. There should be plenty of liquid assets on hand now’.

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AS an academic proposition, there is very little to be said about the publicity of income tax returns, but people will do wrong if they accept it as a cure for defects in the law. Absence of publicity has had very little to do with the matters by which large operators have avoided paying an income tax. In a majority of cases, they have done neither more nor less than the law permitted, and they would have done the same thing in the face of a general broadcast. We are dealing with a very badly drawn statute, rather than with dark and deep-laid plots made possible by the inability of Tom, Dick, and Harry to read the returns. In boom times, it looked like a very bright idea to collect an income tax on capital gains. Shallow thinkers jumped at it as a good way to soak the rich. When the tide turned, giving the rich opportunity to take advantage of capital losses, it did not look so bright. tt tt it J. P. MORGAN went right on paying an income tax in England, regardless of his capital losses. It was not publicity that made him do so, but the law. As he frankly told the senate committee, he would have done the same thing in this country, if our income tax law were like that of England.’ but he would have paid much less than he did in boom times. Mr. Morgan has not been caught doing anything that the average man would not do under similar circumstances, or was not entitled to do under the income tax law. Nothing has been developed with regard to that law. or its interpretation which those familiar with it did not know’. Like many other laws, it was designed to fit one situation. We assumed that prosperity, as measured by a constantly increasing amount of capital, had come to stay and that w’e were tapping a reliable source of revenue when we classified capital gains as income. Simple justice, of course, called for deduction of capital losses, if capital gains were to be taxed, but we paid very little attention to that side of the picture, because W’e closed our eyes to the possibility of losses exceeding gains. tt tt tt IN other words, we assumed that depressions had become obsolete and that we could depend on a continuous, uninterrupted rise in the business tide. We still are chasing the same rainbow in theory, if not in fact, betting on our ability to invent a system that will produce eternal sunshine and rigging up schemes to borrow’ on the the prospect. That is and always has been our great weakness. especially in the field of legislation. We are not content with planning, but want to believe that our plans are foolproof. It was on that basis that we rushed into prohibition and it is on that basis that we are rushing out of it. President Roosevelt has set a much-needed example in candidly admitting that he doesn’t know whether some of the things he is trving will work as well as he expects. If we had been less cocksure, we would have thought twice before jamming the eighteenth aemndment into the Constitution, or taxing capital gains as income.

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(Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns. Make your letters short, so all can have a chance. Limit them to 250 words or less.) By Joe Kelly. The thanks of all fairminded Hoosiers should go to Judge Treanor of the supreme court, who saved the job on the staff of the Indiana state library for Miss Poucher of the reference department. In a long service of many years, Miss Poucher has been of great assistance to thousands of persons over the state in her work as a library reference worker. Miss Poucher was well trained, efficient and loyal, but a Republican. Being a Republican to Governor McNutt, he of the retouched photographs, the perfect exhibitionist, the pure showoff, that was a crime, even though the Indiana state library never had'been in its years of service in what we shall call politics; even though it had been ceary written in the statutes governing its operation that any part in politics by members of the library staff was illegal. Others of good training and service have been discharged since and replaced by others, who, on the strength of their training and service, would not have been hired by any competent library director. It may be good Democratic politics, which I doubt. But it is bad public service. Even modest McNutt should have known better from pure politics. Miss Poucher was fortunate in having a friend in Judge Treanor. He had told her something like this: “If anything happens, let me know.’ She, or some of her friends, let him know. Judge Treanor went to the Governor’s office and declared, according to those who heard: “Put her back quickly or I’ll raise plenty of noise. And put her back quickly.” And she was put back quickly. Which shows what the judiciary can do in unofficial decisions; also, which shows how the executive con be altered in political decisions. It is sacriegious that the state library should be put in the world

This is the fourth article in a series of six on the family medicine cabinet. IN these days when everybody takes the chance of needing emergency first-aid treatment because of the use of the automobile and wide indulgence in sports and gardening, it is well to have firstaid supplies in the family medicine chest. Among the materials needed are adhesive tape of various widths, sterile cotton, sterile gauze bandages. sterile gauze pads, and a scissors which should be kept in + he medicine chest exclusively for such purposes. You also should have the readymade combinations of a piece of adhesive tape with a tiny piece of sterilized bandage that can be used to cover small wounds after they have been treated with iocline or mecurochrome.

IDARE disagree with the first lady of the land in an opinion recently expressed to certain of her critics. “I am sorry to offend.” said Mrs. Roosevelt in effect, “but I must live my own life.” The general sound of the statement is agreeable, but for a person in her position it is untenable. Those who lead never can "live their own lives” in any true .sense of the word. Destiny holds them in a rigid grasp and it is only the obscure individual who really dares do as he pleases. That, to all appearance, Is right and just. The individuals whom we choose to occupy positions of greatness owe a debt to the public. They must walk uprightly and furnish inspiration for sane and goo 3 living that; will become the standards of

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What? Napping? By Anderson Fan. YOUR Indianapolis radio stations are asleep and Rip Van Winkle never had anything on them. It takes a little radio station in Anderson to show them how to broadcast, and that right from the speedway grounds. Har, har. of cheap partisan politics. McNutt’s stand is a symptom of degeneration in Indiana decency. I speak as a Democrat, who wishes for a Ralston, Marshall, Matthews or Hendricks. Bv R. A. Coleman. In your paper this evening. I note that the police here have been instructed to arrest motorists who have equipped their cars with radio sets which can receive police broadcasts. From the article I note that there is a maximum fine of SIOO and a maximum jail term of thirty days. This law. like many of the superfluous law’s in this city, is a great big joke, so much of a joke that any high school boy ivould laugh heartily should he consider how ridiculous a law of this knd is. First, any radio may receive police calls. Through forced oscillations or harmonies, it is possible to receive police calls on most good radios, even if the radio set is not adjusted to the main frequency. This is like saying that I can look up and down the street, but I must not look at one certain building. If I do, I can be fined SIOO and even if I were fortunate enough not to look directly at the building, I might look in a window glass some time and see the building reflected in the glass, for which I could be fined SIOO or put in jail for thirty dajs. You can see how much of a joke this is. Asa law’ it is absolutely] rotten, except to get a few fines I from innocent people who do not want to pay for a lawyer to fight, j Second, the police broadcasting

Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hyeeia, the Health Maeazine. Most people should know’ that the proper way to stop bleeding of small wounds is simply to press upon them with a sterile piece of gauze. In case of very serious wounds affecting arteries, and thereby difficult to control, it may be necessary to put a tourniquet around the limb. The tourniquet should be fastened just tight enough to stop the bleeding. An ordinary piece of rubber tubing or a narrow tow’el tied and twisted with a stick will serve most purposes satisfactorily. The family medicine chest may also contain aromatic spirits of ammonia, which sometimes is given when a prompt stimulant is needed following fainting.

those who look to them for counsel and courage. All leadership, whether political, professional, or artistic, involves something more than the doing of a high task. Nor would I absolve writers, artists, or the near genius from a certain moral responsibility. a a a THERE is no point in saying that a man’s behavior counts for nothing, or that a life is less significant than a book or a painting, or any other splendid achievement. If men teach one thing and fall too far short of that which they profess to believe, their messages lack substance and the world can not accept them. There is no sin so great as the sin of insincerity, and insincere leadership has brought mankind all its worst woes.

does not send signals on only one frequency, but on many frequencies, called harmonics. These may be received accidentally, even should the receiving set be not tuned to the main frequency, but what does a dumb lawyer know’ about harmonics? Third, I think that the United States department of commerce has jurisdiction of all interstate radioreception and transmission. In fact, I am pretty sure that if I should be listening to a foreign station transmitting on the same frequency as your police station, and the station started to transmit, no court in the country legally could fine me. Fourth, if the police want secrecy, let them use code or some other system, but do not let some phony attorney try to tell us that we can’t operate a radio receiving set that can use any frequency but one particular one that happens to be utilized by the police broadcasting station and remember that I may want to listen to a station in Australia that uses a similar frequency.

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If you see a tennis player who looks as if he is working very hard, then that means he isn’t very good. —Helen Wills Moody, tennis star. All human progress has been made by ignoring precedents. If mankind had continued to b? the slave of precedent, we still would be living in caves and subsisting on shellfish and wild berries—Viscount Philip Snowden of England. Our Christian experience has become stale and shallow’, lifeless and superficial.—Dr. Charles William Kerr, moderator of th Presbyterian general assembly. If you want to get the real picture of a man. go with him on a hunting trip—Fred Masse, Michigan trapper.

Half a teaspoonful in water, for a sudden fainting spell, is a fairly safe thing to give in most cases of this emergency. The widely publicized milk of magnesia and sodium bicarbonate, or baking soda, are two preparations which safely can be kept in the family medicine chest and which frequently are advised by physicians for alkaline purposes. Some families keep paregoric as a useful preparation in case of cramps that affect w’omen at periodic intervals. Really, these and the others I have mentioned in previous articles constitute practically all the drugs that need to be in any average medicine chest, because they are the few materials that can be used safely by most people. Next: Shaving materials in the medicine chest.

The greatest preachers and doctors, the finest lawyers and statesmen, must maintain the dignity and honor of their professions in their daily living. When they fail to do this, the professions suffers and confidence is last for the individual. Fortunately, the wives of our Presidents usually are women of the highest character and intelligence. But we can not avoid the conclusion that they are on exhibition, much as we may dislike the idea. The eyes of millions of girls and young women are upon them, in expectation and trust. So, today, Mrs. Franklin Roosevelt, whether she may like it or no, is something more than a woman. She is a type, and, for this reason, iiejs is a grave responsibility.

JUNE 3, 1033

It Seems to Me = BY HEYIYOOD BROUN

NEW Y'ORK. June 3.—" They” was invariably the word which j was used. “They can’t let the marj ket go any lower." “Thev have decided to peg Steel." "TheVve got to : do something now." But they didn't. And yet even today the little fellows who had their brief dream of affluence and success through rugged individualism and good tips can’t quite beI lieve that the old gods are fallible. Back in 1929 I was a big odd-lot trader. I sat in serious discus- ! sion about the fate of the utilities j We all agreed that even at 150 the j future of this or that concern had i not been discounted fully, j 1 Paze at the‘board and ; remark: • •The earnings of a company are a matter of indifference to me. All I care about is its market action.” And then I would call across the room in a low. vibrant voice, Georg?, buy me another ten of American and Foreign Power.’" And invariably I added, "•At the market. “At the Marker J ALWAYS bought or sold “at the market. There seemed a certain bravado in not haggling about the eighth and quarters After all this was 1929. and what did I care about an extra $1.25? I sat up with the crash and hung upon til? laggard tape. My agonies were, perhaps, a little less than ; those of others who stood about j with drawn faces watching the end jof the world. I had put myself into ! an extremely liquid position. I was long ten shares of a copper and | short twenty of a motor, i When the last missing district straggling in with its belated rei turns, I found that I had made I $12.35 out of a complete debacle. And yet I never fancied myself ns a trader. “Gallipoli Broun" they j used to call me around the branch | "'here I had my account. Invariably I gave up just one day too soon. Ever so many stocks have risen from 15 to 30 points the moment I tossed my holdings overboard. Even in a boiling market I was just so much ballast. But weren't we all? What did ‘ they ’ ever do for us when the pinch came? I speak without undue bitterness. The market never did more to me than break the skin. All my livid scars came out of the poker game. And yet. though I brought to Wall Street no more than a couple of white chips, even this meager participation was enough to let me into some share of the psychology of the Mystic Order of the Shorn Sheep. Even Mr. Morgan's bland contentment with things as they are hardly could match the aggressive conservatism of the little fellow with 4 points profit. tt tt All of Which I Was NOR do I mean to suggest that I sat aloof and uncontaminated by all this. To be sure. I never had the patience to wait for so large a profit, but, with the rest, I felt the elation of a sense of financial shrswoness. And as the tape would mark the eighth, the quarter, five-eighths and 2.000 shares at 3 (anew high) I wondered to myself, ‘How long nas this been going on?” Nor did I have the slightest inkling that it was not to last forever. Mr. Hoover hardly was the only one who looked forward with confidence to a couple of limousines in every garage. The lessons I nad learned at Kari Marx’s knee were for the moment all forgotten. The new capitalism was in full swing. “They" were watching over us. “They” were not completely altruistic. None of us was sufficiently naive to believe that. We were practical men, and naturally we understood that Mr. Morgan and the others must get theirs first. But, since the golden dollars grew upon low bushes, it was understood that the rights of gleaners would be respected. It was a fraternity, and even the novices felt that they were soundly intrenched in th“ order. And when the walls came tumbling down the small gamblers and professional men and elevator starters and newspaper columnists and bootblacks looked at one another with white faces and said: “They’re sure to do something now They’ve got to.” We were frightened troops waiting for the sound of hoofbeats. Sheridan was fifty miles way and riding rapidly in the opposite direction. The bourgeoisie were being soaked again. tt tt tt Pity the Poor Kulak J FEEL vert- sorry for myself and all members of the middle class. We are being liquidated forever. We poor kulaks always are in the frontline trenches. "They” rode off and left us to the seventy-fives and the machine guns, but when we shout “Kamerad!” the forces of revolution curtly promise us a nice, clean wall and a firing squad. Our sins are grievous and many Possibly our repentance has not vet gone far enough, but somewhere there must be a haven for us. And if there isn’t, I think we bourgeois boys may get a little spunk at last and rise up and make a nice clean world for ourselves. (CoDvrieht. 1933. bv The Times) Bird’s Lullaby BY MARGARET E. BRUNER You would not think a bird could sing A lullaby— All day I’ve been remembering Dark, cloudy sky. And rain-drenched boughs, the restless cheep Os baby birds, Then fearful lest some evil creep The mother’s words. Soothing and low as if she said; “Hush, have no fear, For over you my wings I spread, No harm is near.” And I, too, trusted in the bird, Yet knew not why, But blessed the hour when I heard That lullaby. DAILY THOUGHT A foolish woman is clamorous; she is simple, and knoweth nothing—Proverbs 9:13. TO speak but little becomes a woman; she is best adorned who is in plain attire.—DemocrituSr