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WEDNESDAY DEC. 27. 1933. CONGRATULATIONS. MR. HULL sh LONG with most other observers we doubted that the Latin-American conferences at Montevideo would amount to much. We were wrong. It has improved Latin-American relations •t a time when that is especially needed. Not that the conference, which closed yesterday, has a long string of concrete achievements to Its credit—accomplishment of that kind was impossible with Latin-American economic problems interwoven with world problems and with Europe and Asia unripe for agreement. But in the matter of good will and increased United States prestige, the conference produced results. And those intangible things are exceedingly important in foreign relations. Compare Montevideo with the last LatinAmerican conference at Havana. In 1928 there was wide hatred and fear of our intervention policy. That hostility was no less a month ago because of our continued intervention in Haiti and our alleged interference In the current Cuban confusion. And yet the obvious sincerity of State Secretary Cordell Hull in assuring this conference of our government's intention to “end with all possible speed the engagements” of the United States in Cuba and Haiti was accepted in good faith by the other governments. There were other gains, including the treaty guaranteeing equal nationality rights to women and the improvement in United States-Argentinian relations. The lower tariff resolution was a wellmeant gesture, but rather meaningless, since Europe is not ready for tariff reductions. The resolution also conflicts with President Roosevelt's present disposition to go it alone. Unless the paradox of this Roosevelt policy is explained our failure to act on a lower tariff program may be interpreted in Latin-America as hypocrisy and thus revive hostility. Likewise senate failure to ratify Argentina's anti-w'ar pact, which combines and rounds out the Pan-American peace machinery, could destroy much of the good impression made by our delegation at Montevideo. But in any event the nation is indebted to Secretary Hull and his associates for overcoming many difficulties and giving effective service. FOG IN LONDON / T'HE London newspapers ifre holding the •*- stethoscope to Uncle Sam s bosom, and the din they say they hear shows the old boy to be trampled by revolution w’hile nailed to a cross of gold and gagging on alphabet soup —of NR* s, PWA’s and HOLC’s. The unfortunate thing is that a great city like London, seat of the British empire, should be fed upon such misinformation. “Our Own Washington Correspondent,” or his equivalent, reported to the Times of London: “The deep distrust with which the public has been w’atching the administration policy dollar depreciation has now’ become dow Tnright anxious. Public faith is with Mr. Roosevelt no longer.” And again the Times: “Meanwhile business activity Is still declining.” And the London Telegraph: “Important men in Wall street w’hom I have consulted by telephone regard as ominous today’s unexpected announcement that Mr. Woodin, the secretary of the treasury, is to take a ‘complete and indefinite’ leave of absence. . . . America undoubtedly is facing a financial crisis, the gravity of which can not be overestimated.” Possibly the trouble lies In “the important men in Wall street,” in the most charitable view’, though the extensiveness of the reports of unfavorable mutterings and the extreme brevity of the hopeful tidings suggest also a definite ear rumble in the correspondents, which they ought to have looked after immediately. The Daily Express sets these to rights, saying: "Today the dispatch from America tells you that sales production. w r ages, incomes, employment figures are rising. This news supports the opinion steadily put forward in this column —and almost alone in the British press—that Roosevelt is putting through his new deal successfully. Don't take the Wall street view of it. That is where most newspapers on this side go wrong. They strive honestly to present the situation fairly. But their news too often comes from New York financial quarters, a biased and unreliable source, not more representative of the real United States than the city is of this country.” Uncle Sam's improving health is not suffering any from the doleful head waggings of the long distance diagnosticians. But the strain of sustained gloom, we fear, is not good for the diagnosticians or their London readers, especially in these days of the fogs. U. S. IN ELECTRICITY 'T'HE administration's scheme for using a government corporation to finance and stimulate the sale of electrical appliances opens anew field for combined activity by the government and private enterprise—a field whose possibilities seem to be almost unlimited. Naturally enough, the scheme will be tried out first in the Tennessee valley, where electric power will be cheap and plentiful. If it succeeds there, it will be placed on a national basis. Its significance lies in the fact that we just are entering the great electrical era. So far. we barely have scratched the surface in our use of this kind of energy. If government and industry join hands to show the ordinary citizen what a cheap and useful servant electricity can be in the citizen's own home, the ultimate result may be something like a revolution in our na- ‘ tional life. 7 1

NEW AND OLD CHRISTMAS A S wee grandson Bobble fell sound asleep at the foot of the Christmas tree, clasping in his chubby arms a wobbly dog that would bark real loudly when one squeezed its abdomen, grandpa dropped into his easy chair about tired out; for, playing the part of family Santa Claus had been a long, trying job. And, as the old fellow's eyes rested upon his 2-year-old descendant smiling in the arms of Morpheus beneath the tree, this came into his drowsiness: Behold the child, by nature's kindly law Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight. A little louder, but as empty, quite. Scarfs, garters, gold amuse his riper stage And beads and prayer books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still as that before, Till, tired, he sleeps, and life’s poor play is o’er. “And my play is nearly o'er," he muttered, as the drowsiness closed upon him. Something raised his eyes to the tree splendid in its many colored globes, its blazing cross of silver at its apex, its festoons of glittering tinsels and its shower of make-believe snow. Behold! the tree had changed. Instead of the crass was mother’s sweet face, and she had been with God for fifty years past. All of the electric bulbs had turned into ghost faces. Over on the right there, brother Bill’s big jolly face. Long ago, a skidding car put him out of the “poor play.” At the left, the face of younger brother Jim, who last his mother early and went through alcoholism. The play had been poor enough for him. Good old Dad's face right in the middle of the tree and upon all of the lower branches where electric bulbs had sparkled the ghost faces of dozens of old loved friends. The chum who fished and hunted with you. That fine billiard opponent who always cursed your “scratches.” That office partner who worked twelve hours daily to keep your job for you and then sat up with you nights for three weeks running, that time when typhoid fever was after your life. Even the unforgettable face of the first sweetheart, whase flirtations drove you to contemplate suicide at 18. Ghost faces. A tree full of ghost faces of the loved and lost as the old man's Christmas present, and the nadir of gloom was located in his heart. Bow-wow! Bow-wow! Grandson's toy dog speaking, and grandson again joyously dancing and chirping about his tree. Come out of it, old dreamer! The rross at the tree top again beams forth hope. The tinsels wave. The mock-snow looks shivery. The faces are again cheery, glowing bulbs of many colors. And all the gloom in the old man’s “poor play” vanishes, as the child climbs up on his knees to hug him and ask, “Tell tory, grandpa.” “I sure will,” consents grandpa. “I’ll tell a story that fits you and me exactly, right now.” And they finished Christmas day with that story about Him who promised that, “A little child shall lead you"—toward heaven. WATCHFUL WAITING /L WASHINGTON item of much political interest is to the effect that Republican leaders in congress will make no frontal attack on the new deal upon the opening of the session next month. It seems to be good party play, for two reasons. First, such attack wouldn’t move the Democratic congress an inch and wouldn’t have any appeal of consequence to the people at large. In fact, playing as the mere negative party, the Republican party would be playing anew role without any rehearsal of it. Secondly, if there is any virtue in precedent, the Democratic congress will be likely to hang itself. That congress has got to handle the demands of all of the wet interests for heavy duties on imported beverages. It has got to act upon monetary problems, with a large part of the Democracy evidently hot for inflation. It has got to determine the sort and extent of federal control of the liquor traffic, with each of various sections of the country raging for its own particular plans. It will be quite remarkable if President Roosevelt does not have “a congress on his hands.” with all that means in the way of party disruption. With mighty little of the constructive to offer with safety, it really seems to be good politics on the part of Republican leaders in congress to wait and see which way the cat jumps before doing any conspicuous jumping themselves. RECOMPENSE FOR A VITAL LOSS of the hardest things any man can be asked to do ’s to find some meaning in the acute personal tragedy that arises from the loss of a loved one. Such a loss always seems cruel, unjust, reasonless; often it is a long time before one can regain his old faith in the rightness of the world, because a world in which such a loss can happen seems blind and senseless. But we all have to face such tragedies, at one time or another, and we have to fight our way back afterward; and sometimes it helps to know how other people have met the test and solved the problem. The newspapers recently carried a story about just such a case. Probably you saw it. A Kentucky doctor, a quarter century ago. had to stand by helpless and watch his small child die of an infection of the tonsils. Surgical technique for removing the tonsils of babies suffering with high fever had not been perfected; there was nothing the young father could do to save his child's life. After it was over, he devoted all his efforts to develop such a technique. He worked hard and studied hard and mastered the job he had set for himself. The other day a dramatic incident showed how the fruits of those years of endeavor are being reaped. A New York woman, who once had served as this doctor's nurse, and knew about his especial skill in his chosen field, had a sick baby—a baby suffering from just the kind of infection that had killed the doctor’s child twenty-five years before. Her own doctor dared not operate. She telephoned the Kentuckian. He hurried to New York by airplane, per-

formed the operation—and the child today is well again. Now this, of course, is an extreme illustration. Few of us are in a position where it is possible for us to build a life of service directly on our bitterest loss. Yet there usually can be some sort of parallel for us. We can at the very least draw sympathy and a knowledge of life from our tragedies. We can build those qualities into our personalities, and we can be wiser and braver and kinder as a result. And, sooner or later, those qualities will enable us to make the world a little bit better for the people about us. HE REALLY IS "AT TRITING on national politics. Washing- ’ ’ ton correspondents reiterate this obvious truth: “The titular Republican leader. Herbert Hoover, is keeping very quiet in his Palo Alto retreat.” When Noah Webster was thinking up a definition for the word “titular” and struck upon, “Existing in title only,’ he blanketed Herbert Hoover in present day politics, from toe nails to that cute little bald spot enlarging at the top of his head. Strictly titular as a Republican party leader is Herbert. He knows that he couldn't lead any considerable party anywhere. He sees his two conspicuous efforts at personal leadership—the noble experiment and the rugged individualism—being kicked around as is a hound dog. He is surrounded by close friends who never refer to what he didn't do as President. He is very comfortable and reasonably happy and can go fishing whenever and wherever he likes, for real wild fish, too. A gentleman with all that need not worry over being only titulary in American messy politics. Herbert's only departure from the titulary and quiet of his Palo Alto retreat was his recent criticism of Governor Rolph’s attitude in the San Jose lynching matter and Rolph's proclamation that it was “unbecoming" in him (Rolph) to engage in controversy with the exPresident was enough to drive any man into confirmed titulary and quiet of some retreat. YEAR ’ROUND CHRISTMAS J POKING back on the Christmas season is apt to make a man wish that we could find some way of making a permanent, everyday thing out of the social consciousness which the season always seems to bring us. Christmas time sets us thinking about the other fellow and his trials. It persuades us to reach out a helping hand to give him a lift, if he needs it. For a few brief weeks, every year, we let ourselves come fairly close to a realization of the old dream of humanity’s brotherhood. And a whole lot of the troubles that weigh our planet down would be lightened beyond belief if we could manage to hold to that attitude the year around. Think ol the way it works out at Christmas time. Several weeks before the holiday we begin worrying about those whom financial or other misfortune is apt to deprive of the holiday s traditional privileges and blessings. Newspapers, welfare organizations, clubs and business organizations make a point of looking for unhappiness and relieving it. All of us get together and do what we can to help. We do a pretty good job. too. for the most part. And we do it, not because we're unusually kind-hearted and unselfish, but simply because at Christmas time we get our eyes open. In other words, at Christmas we develop social consciences. The result is a brief but splendid display of human solidarity. Once Christmas is over, it vanishes. But, while it lasts, it gives us an inkling of the possibilities. We get a chance to see what the world could be like if we were aware of the other fellow’s troubles all the time, instead of just once a year. And that, when you stop to think about it, is just about all we need. Once we’re aware of them, we do something about them. The heartlessness and indifference which the world so often displays to the unfortunate don’t come because we are mean, but because we are blind. If we could hold to the social consciousness of Christmas time and make *t a part of our everyday life, this country would be an infinitely happier place. NAZI STERILIZATION TTITLER'S Nazis, who stress the need for a virile and healthy body of citizens in Germany, seem at least to have the courage of their convictions. It is announced in Berlin that more than 400.000 German men and women presently will be subjected to sterilization under the Nazi law for the prevention of diseased progeny. Here is action of a kind which eugenists and other scientifically minded folk frequently have urged, but which is so drastic and which involves so many factors about which our knowledge is not yet complete that most nations have shrunk from it. But not the Nazis. They are determined to establish a sound and active race in Germany; therefore, no one who has physical or mental defects which he might transmit to his descendants will be permitted to have children. The law is severe and inflexible—but it is at least logical and courageous. Perhaps the cause of our present financial difficulties. is the fact that many of us have been operating on the gold brick standard. After getting us used to taking stock in almost anything, New York brokers now tell us not to take stock in the report that their exchange isn't on the level. Ex-President Hoover advises the G. O. P. to hold its fire against the Democratic administration until enough errors have accumulated. But the next presidential campaign is less than three years away! Health Commissioner Wynne of New York finds that whisky sold for less than $3.50 a quart is worse than the liquor the bootleggers used to provide. Well, we can't have all the benefits of prohibition. Germans, by anew ruling, may visit any country except Austria. And that's the only decisions of Germany's, probably, in which Austria might concur.

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. (Times renders 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 a Times Reader. “Meat packers report heavy year's profit.” More luck to them. Let’s hope that it will be a regular thing for all industries to report profits. To make this profit, the packers spent millions for live stock and millions more W’as paid for labor, coal, supplies and other sundry items including taxes. How' much of this money was spent in Indianapolis? Did the operations of the plants that produced this profit help the labor of Indianapolis or the Indiana farmer? A packing house is an asset to any city. Livestock is produced in the middle west and west and consumed in the east. The packer brings the money from the east t* the city wherein he operates. I lost my job more than a year ago w’hen a local packing house liquidated its business. For fifty years it had been a civic asset to this city. Think of this—spending millions of dollars each year at the stockyards for livestock, millions for labor and supplies. It functioned as a real booster for the city. This meat was sold in the eastern states and the money brought back to Indianapolis for livestock and labor. Wake up, Chamber of Commerce; wake up, bankers. Let Indianapolis w’ake up. More livestock at our yards means more money to the city. Livestock not shipped here goes to Chicago, Cincinnati, Louisville and other markets. The meat industry always will be with us. Let’s get together and open this packing house and put 400 men back to w r ork. I want my old job back. Bv Charles .1. Jones. Oh man beyond the grave; I saw’ you walking in the winter’s cold light; Your eyes were wide and glassy with despair, Your mouth curved gently with a smile of grief At the petty gains that light men’s hearts and ’minds. No more for you to hope some little task to do, No burning passion yours w r hen day is done, No cheer, no song or whistle lights your steps For you are dead. By A Tinted Reader. What I and many others can’t understand is w’hy do the Kentuckians slam and run down the Hoosiei state and still live here and still are coming in by the hundreds each year? It’s too bad. Indianapolis would never have been what it is now’ if it had not been for the Kentuckians. The ignorant Kentuckians work for 10 cents and 25 cents a day and then think they are rich. They put on a w’hite shirt or a silk dress and think they are kings and queens. Well, just put a gold collar on a dog and it still would be a

THE general public has just di*covered that chorus girls are not presented with keys to Park avenue apartments, with imported cars or French maids, because they have performing legs. The women in the audience have learned that they may be having quite as much luck as the dancing blonds. When Mrs. Dorothy Bryant, executive secretary for Chorus Equity, succeeded in winning a minimum living wage for chorus girls who have been struggling along on amounts that stooped down to S2O a week and less—with expenses to pay—she performed a much needed service. Not just for the Actor’s Equity Association. For women as a whole. It is a shame, of course, to know that the chorus has been misjudged, but it is a relief to know that the women who sit next to the watching gentlemen have just as good a chance at their hearts or purses as the ones who perform leg symphonies. There are not seventy-times seven masculine arms outstretched in chorine defense. . • outstretched in a gesture legitimate or otherwise.

Along Crime’s Route

A Suggestion By A. E. M. Now, all together with three cheers for “D. P. W.” in bringing something w’orth while to light, namely, in exposing those “feathers-in-the-hat” getters of the local fire department. Now if Mr. Voshell and his two subordinates are the right kind of men morally, they will not only stop this collection, but will make those men return every cent to where they got it. Or better yet, take the money and buy something for the little tots that otherwise will be left out during the holidays. dog. Well, it’s time the Hoosiers w’ere driving all the smart Kentuckians to their .smart state of Kentucky, though it is rather good to get the ignorant things to work for little or nothing. The Hoosier state will be ruined if it doesn’t drive all Kentuckians back to their state. By Harry E. Toner. In answer to a taxpayer’s letter in the Message Center I would like to inform him that about eight weeks ago a street inspector and myself made a tour of the Tenth w’ard and inspected all the unimproved streets for. the purpose of having any work done by this civil works program that may be needed in that locality. I would ‘advise Mr. Taxpayer to make a tour of the same district and he will find that the unimproved streets of that district and for the last two years have been in better condition than they have since the streets have been put through. In reference to State avenue of which he speaks, that is one of the projects we had up before the board of public w’orks. In this civil work the government will not allow any material to be used for that purpose. The board of w’orks is now r and has been for the past three years very favorable to having State avenue extended to the city limit but the taxpayers of that locality can not afford to have the street run through where any material w’ould be necessary to project. This project has been favorably passed on by the board and State avenue will be made passable at least as far as Wade street. By Charles E. Wyman. I recommend a secretary or assistant to our county commissioners. This looks like piling up expenses, but before you condemn the idea, read on: We have in Washington county thirteen towmships. In each tow’nship there is a trustee w'ho pays out poor relief money. Trustees hire and pay school teachers as well as paying for hauling pupils to school. About all the trustees seem to W’ant to do is add on some more taxes with the excuse they need the money to pay mandatory prices to school teachers and for other expenses too numerous to mention. Now suppose you and I look into 1 this from a business standpoint. An assistant or secretary for the

The Women’s Battle == BY HELEN WELSHIMER

As it happens, it has taken a woman to reveal that thp glamor maidens have been handed one of the shabbiest tricks that the modern business woman has suffered. There may be quite as much glitter in your own life, if you will do a little polishing, as there is in the live* of the toe dancer or other whoopee girls. The creatures you envied for so long do not have caviar for dinner and patie de fois gras for lunch. More than likely they don’t know’ how to spell them. a a a NOBODY drinks champagne toasts in their fragile slippers. Fragile, they are, it is true. But it is because they are using blotting paper for soles as they travel from agency to agency looking for jobs, as they must do a large percentage of the time. It is only once in a blue moon—and moons are never, never blue—j that somebody offers to provide a penthouse with all other accommo- ! dations. The girls may be willing :to pay interest and ask no dividends. but there are few bidders, i It should be comforting to those

county commissioners may cost around $1,500 a year, but we ought to have him to keep the county commissioners accounts and let out all contracts for teaching and hauling children to the lowest responsible bidder. The commissioners can do the w’hole job with the help of their assistant. It takes too much cash now 7 to oil the joints of our rusty trustee machine for handling hardearned tax money, between the people who pay the tax and the parties who get the final pay. Where is the wasted money going? The lowest priced trustee I know of gets S4OO a year for his services. Multiplying that 400 by the thirteen trustees makes $5,200 for trustees alone and that amount would go a long way to paying our county commissioners and one assistant, with no trustees raising our taxes. Will we continue to have our pockets tapped for excessive tax money, w’hen our county business, if done on business lines, would cost much less? I have talked about this with a county commissioner. He said with a commissioner’s assistant we can save considerable tax money. It now’ is time for all taxpayers to wake up and assist the Taxpayers’ Association in every way necessary to bring about better business management in our state, county and tow’nship affairs. The present depression never will end as long as taxes are so high people can not afford to improve property after paying taxes. The fact remains that as long as the farmer and other property owners see all their earnings above a scanty living go for taxes they can not and will not improve their properties. We are not hurt by overproduction, but by high taxation. By a Reader. A well-planned city and national government under civil management is all that is needed with peaceful acting citizens and w’ell meant managers. It is far wiser for home community needs to operate under respectable management. Whenever there is a private ownership of any utility project, and the product being consumed by some residents the rates are scheduled for the benefit of the owner. Let the dividends be divided among the home userconsumers, and knock out any private owmership. If the banks of Canada are run on a surer reserve basis, we’d better take a hint from our near territory and bring the idea home. daily thought Can two walk together, except they be agreed?—Amos, 3:3. MOST arts require long study and application; but the most useful art of all, that of pleasing, requires only the desire.—Chesterfield.

who do not perambulate or perform trick steps, while the stage lights shine, to know that chorines perform their stunts as part of a job. They want decent working hours and living wages as much as a woman who teaches children to locate Madrid and Tokio on the pink and blue spots of a map or types her boss’ letters. When women champion women they do it for the general good. When men champion women it may be because they have nice knees, a black bang across a white forehead or a cluster of curls as yellow as a Chinese idol at the nape of a smooth white neck. Men think singularly of women. But women, in fighting for their sex, do it collectively. When they think singly they are quite likely to make it a battle against the other girl instead of a combat in her favor. Anyway, the chorines now may afford bedrooms with baths that are used by just two or three girls instead of a mixed dozen. Other women needn’t worry. Their husbands apparently have done nothing more than applaud a little to vociferously once in a while.

.DEC. 27, 1933

Fair Enough Bt WESTBROOK PEGLF.R

QOME of the letters which I have received in the last ten days seem to resent the presumption of a sports writer in writing about political matters, as though I had taken up an entirely new game, whereas I have only moved into another league and not necessarily a faster one. either. I see familiar faces in this league, too, notably those of Shamus Farley, the potsmaster-general, who used to be chairman of the New York prire fight commission; George Getz, the Chicago prize fight commissioner and former baboon fancier; John Curry, of Tammany Hall, who often sat at the ringside in Madison Square Garden, and Governor Ritchie of Maryland. On the sports side we call Governor Ritchie “Al.” whenever he climbs the white ladder to the plate glass showcase at the Pimlico horse park to go through the motions of presenting the big silver vase to the owner of the horse that wins the Preakness in May. a a a IT --ems that Al is an Indian giver in the matter of the big silver vase, though. For, often as he may go through the motions f giving the same away to the owner of the steed that wins the Preakness. it always goes back into its flannels and back into the vault at the jewelry f. r ore in Baltimore. It always is on hand for another ceremonial presentation next year. ~ome year, some literal-minded •■orse-fancier is going to say. “Oh hank you very much indeed. Al,” and grab up the big silver vase, which is more like a kettle than a vase, and undertake to walk off with it. The silver in it ought, to speak for a few hundred dollars just by weight, quite aside from the artistic value of the cupids which adorn its sides. This year, I anticipate, they will resume an old custom at Pimlico and, I would suppose, at Churchill dow’ns on Derby Day, and at forest Hills and all the other places where cup exercises are held in the sport business. a a a IT has been many a year since one of those vessels held anything but old bills and bottle caps and match butts. It would be something to see a man w’ho carried the target for the repeal of prohibition as Al Ritchie did hoist up the big silver case by the ears and hit. it a belt out in public with nobody to sing out. “Officers, arrest that man.” Mr. Farley said Jimmy Walker was his friend. We found him like that in the sport business years ago. We noticed that his friendship was strongest when it w ? as most needed. He had some of the most ornery friends imaginable and he knew they were ornery, but when people would tell him that some friend of his was no good, Shamus would put up a big hand and say, “just a minute, my friend; you are talking about my friend.” I had an experience with him myself last spring in Washington when I phoned him one afternoon to suggest that he revoke the postoffice rule against the publication of the names of people who won big prizes in the English lotteries. Mr. Farley said sure, that he thought it was a silly rule and would revoke it. and authorized me to say so for him. Then, overnight some one discovered that this wasn't just a rule but a law and that he couldn’t revoke it. Mr. Farley could have claimed that he had been misquoted but, though he had his tail in a crack, he didn’t say any such thing. He just got out a little routine statement on the postofflee mimeograph saying that the department would observe a liberal policy with regard to the publication of such news. We used to see Tony Cermak around a great deal in our league. a a a TONY was a bit of a loafer, and his interest in the disaster of a great, busted city wasn't sufficient to keep him out of Florida in the winter, where he liked to tilt back a chair and put his feet on the rail of the clubhouse at the dog track of an evening and take in the moonlight and the breeze. He used to come to the fights, too, and one night in Brooklyn, when Farley was commissioner, a terrible thing happened. Tony had wired in weeks ahead for a large block of tickets down front, but w’hen he arrived at rhe ball bark in Brooklyn he was allotted only six down front and the rest back near the dugout. Shamus Farley tore around the yard in great alarm. For Shamus was very eager to obtain Tony Cermak’s support for Franklin D. Roasevelt. And here was a great and deserving Democrat, in control of many delegates, being shooed around and around by the ushers. Tony refused to sit any closer to the ringside than the farthermo c t of his friends, and this was taken as a show of fine humility and loyalty by a great popular leader. But there was another story that he didn’t much mind where they put him, but wanted to keep his bodyguards well bunched up. I mention these matters just to show that lam not a total straneer in this league. (Copyright. 1933. by Unit?* Features Syndicate. Inc.) Nocturn BY ARCHER SHIRLEY The moon was gone, it since had dropped from sight, But star-beams danced upon the river still; The night was deep, so dark I scarce could see Your face, but I knew that on your lips a smile Lay sweet—on lips that I must press or else Seem lost within a world with love locked out. If I had but one hour upon this earth Promised to me, to do with as I would. And knew therein that I could hold you close; Or else a lifetime spent away from you. No precious moment would I give to thought For this I know—no life alone could mean As much as those dear hours have meant— Those nights with you along a starlit stream.