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FRIDAY, MARCH 2. 1934.

THE WAGNER LABOR BILL ’VTO more important legislation is before congress that the labor disputes bill introduced yesterday by Senator Wagner. The President at the beginning of his administration recognized that recovery was threatened by labor oppression, a threat which could be met only by protecting the rights of labor to bargain collectively with employers. That was the purpose of the now-famous Section 7-A of the NIRA. Experience has shown that law to be inadequate. • As a further step the President last autumn created by executive order a national labor board. The board, under the able chairmanship of Senator Wagner, has given splendid service in settling many disputes. The challenge of its authority, its bipartisan rather than nonpartisan membership, and by its inadequate and temporary organization. Hence the need for an independent permanent board of clear authority. The purpose of the Wagner bill is to provide such a board and at the same time to make effective the now’ ineffective law by which congress sought to protect labors right to collective Dargaining. „ As stated in the new bill: “The tendency of modern economic life toward integration and centralized control % long since has destroyed the balance cf bargaining power between the individual employer and the individual employe, and has rendered the individual, unorganized worker helpless to exercise actual liberty of contract, to secure a Just reward for his services, and to preserve a decent standard of living, with conseouent detriment to the general welfare and the free flow of commerce. “Inadequate recognition of the right of employes to bargain collectively through representatives of their own choosing has Deen one of the causes of strikes, lockouts and similar manifestations of industrial strife, obstructing interstate commerce and imperiling the general welfare.” The general welfare of the nation is indeed imperiled by the present wholesale violation of labor's rights, and by thu breakdown of machinery intended to settle disputes and spread purchasing power. Prompt action by congress on the Wagner bill is imperative. A WARNING TO US 'T'HE modern world has not often seen any- ;• thing like the spectacle which Hitler’s i Nazis put on in Germany the other day. More than a mililon men raised their hands and swore unquestioning fidelity to Hitler—a demonstration of loyalty and discipline almost without parallel. Now’, it is easy enough to point out that v Hitler is a product of the post-war turmoil, to recite the sickening list of his party's atrcci- ' ties, and to demonstrate that his program means trouble for his own people and the rest of Europe. But to do this is to miss the point. His reception by German youth, and this amazing display of loyalty to his person, are symptomatic of a very great change that has come over men s minds in the last few years. To understand it, listen to a few of the v remarks made at this most recent demonstration. Baldur von Schirach, chief of the Hitler Youth Movement, is speaking. He says: “The will of a single man—Hitler—directs f our march. The Hitler youth knows it has no privileges, only duties. Days of romantic dreaming are over. We want a young Sparta. Voluntarily, the whole of young Germany submits to a single law—that of Hitler. “All of us differ in many ways. We ar% equal in one thing—we are all ready to die ' for Hitler.” i That kind of talk is not listened to by men $ who believe that they are masters of their own destinies. It can be applauded only when there is an almost universal conviction that the old ways of self-help, self-determination, and self-reliance are completely done for. German youth, in other words, has become convinced that those great old words, freedom x and democracy, have lost their meaning in the modem world. They have stopped believing that men can handle their own affairs properly: henceforth they ask only to be led. and they pormise in advance to go blindly and tgthout questioning. How does that affect us, 5.000 miles away? The answer is clear; it is a challenge and a warning. We still have the blessing of democratic freedom. It is up to us to prove that It still is workable. The world trend is away from it. If we can not save it—if we can not show that a free people can meet and solve the greatest of problems without laying aside its freedom — then it is apt to vanish from the earth. AN IDOL PASSES TT isn’t likely that the name of the late A John McGraw will find its way into very many history books. Nevertheless, the man's career symbolized a whole era in American life. He came to fame in what you might call the rowdy era—the old, far-off day when baseball was a rough, tough game, the one great diversion of the masses, played by lads who ignored the finer points of behavior, out who did know all there was to be known about throwing, hitting and catching baseballs. That was the day when a game between , two small-town teams was apt to break up in a free-for-all fight at any time; the day ; when it was smart to subsidize the umpire, if you could get at him; the day when t visiti ing team might expect to have to run tor the | train through a barrage of brickbats, it things | went wrong | McGraw, ol course, was a big leaguer, removed from such plebeian demonstrations.

Nevertheless—truculent, aggressive, dictatorial —he typified that era. It is gone, now and so is McGraw. American life has changed very greatly in the last generation. His career was cne of those that bespoke the change. TRAGEDY TO ALL ''■pHE tragic crash of that big passenger liner in the Utah mountains is a sharp reminder that not all of the recent disasters to army mail planes have been due to the incapacity. inexperience, or poor equipment of the army fliers. It probably is perfectly true that the civilian pilots are more skilled ?t the mail-car-rying job than are the army pilots. They’re used to it, they’re specially trained for that sort of work, their planes are better adapted for it. But the fact remains that the army fliers got what probably was the w’orst bit of weather in the last five years to make their bow as mail pilots. The weather sent several of them to their deaths—and it also destroyed a great ship manned by a civilian crew. NO LOVE LOST HUSBANDS still are to be had. There was a dearth of them on the market for a while. But the stock of bonds and blonds is going up. Men, who have been the answer to solo prayers eves since Adam’s sons felt lonely on moon-bright nights, want sweethearts again. It took the 1934 Valentine’s day to prove it. The makers of valentines, now that their statistics are gathered, are reporting that the demand for valentines that talked of love—permanent, dyed-in-the-wool, 99.44 per cent pure, guaranteed not to shrink, fade or run in the wash love—have come as tidal waves engulfing lonely hearts. It seems that it wasn’t that men didn't want to get married last year and the year before. They didn’t have money to do it or time to go courting. Being men. they didn’t know that often little courting was necessary. In fact, until their heart interests began to play postoffice this year, women didn’t know that love had weathered the market crash. Some women still don’t know it. You see, there was a greater demand for sentimental ril-be-yours-if-you'll-be-mine verses than the shops could meet. Nobody dreamed so many men wanted to declare themselves in rhyme. Yes. love is on the up-grade. Ministers are reporting more marriages. If you don't get your man it is because you didn’t choose wisely. Os course you must not get an idea that men are handing out proposals as freely as they do election candidate tickets or those cardboard squares that advertise anew 35cent eating plac. They are in the mood for love again, that's all. Every Juliet who has wondered if Romeo’s stepsons have rheumatism or athlete's foot because they haven’t been climbing her fire escapes feels better now that she has seen what the mailman brought. The world is a barren place to women when love grows stale. Men may concern themselves with business. A woman may try to. But there comes a moment when someone is playing the Viennese waltz, lilacs are rain-sweet in the late spring night, or the man she used to love comes back to town with his wife when she wants to take a paint brush and spread some glamor somewhere. Not that she would have the man on a blue willow platter now! But she thinks of what he might have been if he had married her. Even a woman who is a great executive hopes that some particlar man will read about it in the paper. We have tried to believe that the world was a co-operative individualized, pecuniary organization which took sentiment for what it was worth and filled its rag bags regularly. Now it has been proved that it isn't. It is as old-fashioned as your great-grandmother's first date and as sweet as the five-for-a-penny gum drops you bought when you were 7. The heart pick-up is remarkable. One thing has been proved, though. When poverty comes in at the door love doesn’t come knocking. Economic increase influences the romantic output. You may bid hearts—but dollars are trumps. ENCOURAGING ACTION TJRGBABLY it is unseemly to exult over * the fact that fellow mortals have had some atrociously bad luck; but we probably can be forgiven if we remark that the whole country got a break when the Touhy gangsters were convicted in the Factor kidnaping and sentenced to ninety-nine-year terms in prison. There is one sure recipe for stamping out the kidnaping racket. That is to catch the kidnapers and put them away where they will not commit any more offenses. During recent nTonths the authorities have been giving this reetpe a trial, and it has been working beautifully. That the Touhy gang was unable to escape in this general roundup is a matter for rejoicing. To be sure, not all kidnaping cases have been solved, and not all of these most infamous of racketeers have been put behind bars. But an excellent start has been made. The fact that Chicago gangsters can be caught, convicted and imprisoned in Chicago for a crime committed in Chicago is, perhaps, the most encouraging feature of the whole business. STILL YOUNG IN IDEAS QENATOR NORRIS of Nebraska is getting to be a fairly elderly man. But he never seems to get tired of fighting for sweeping changes in government, and his newest program is one that many a younger man, with long years ahead of him. well might fight shy of. What the senator now proposes is a change in the Nebraska state government which would substitute a single body of from twenty to fifty men for the existing state legislature. Senator Norris believes that the bi-cameral legislature is unwieldy and not always responsive to public opinion; so he would abolish it boldly, install a simpler mechanism in its place—and he believes, in that way create a more efficient and representative state government. How far he will get with this program remains to be seen. Senator Norris has a way of hanging on like grim death until he gets what he want*. And his proposal is at least an interesting one. Will he be able to “selT it to the people of Nebraska?

TROUBLE IN UNIFORM DISPATCHES from London report that the British government seriously is considering action to disband all uniformed political bodies, such as the Fascist black shirts organized by Sir Oswald Mosley. England never has been plagued with these organizations to the extent that continental countries have been; nevertheless, it is beginning to have difficulties with them, and during the last six months of 1933 no fewer than twenty-two disturbances in which men wearing political uniforms were involved were reported. Asa general thing, it can be said that when political parties take to organizing their young men into semi-military bodies, dressed in distinctive uniforms, there is trouble ahead. These bodies are not designed for use in harmless parades; they are organized for fighting, if their directors think it necessary —fighting with their fists, with clubs, or with guns. There is precious little place for them in a democracy, and, if the British government plans to abolish them, the action will be very easy to understand. A BANKER’S TESTIMONY LAST summer Otto Kahn, senior partner in Kuhn, Loeb & Cos., told the senate investigating committee that he deplored stock market gambling. “Artificial activities of any kind” were denounced by the banker; so were any activities “which interfere with the natural flow of prices,” including both bull pools and bear pools.” That was last summer. This winter the senate committee brings out testimony showing that a sizable pool was organized by Kuhn, Loeb Cos., last summer in one of the “repeal” issues, and that it netted the pool a profit of little less than $400,000. And this pool, it develops, was in operation at just about the time that Mr. Kahn publicly was deploring pool operations. So, as the boys down at the corner cigar store would say—what?

Liberal ‘Viewpoint DR. HARRY ELMER BARNES

DR, GLENN FRANK, the colorful young president of the University of Wisconsin, is the subject of a sarcastic attack by Ernest L. Meyer in an article entitled “Glenn Frank, Journalist on Parole,’ in the American Mercury. The title of this article is taken from a remark of Dr. Frank in which he described himself as a journalist on parole after assuming his duties at Madison. Mr. Meyer asserts that as a journalist he was only “a Billy Sunday evangelist on parole.” Dr. Frank actually was. seems, at one time a great admirer and an associate of Dr. Sunday and developed oratorical gifts under the evangelist’s instruction. Mr. Meyer presents a specific and documented case against Dr. Frank as a successful and liberal university executive. He is alleged to have started and given much publicity to a daring experimental college and then backed out under fire, leaving the dean and faculty high and dry. Though an ostentatious liberal, he denied Dora Russell the right to speak on the campus or to be invited to dinner by a fraternity. She spoke, however, in the Madison Unitarian church, and a few weeks later a university fraternity was permitted to give a much publicized dinner for Gilda Grey, the “eminent shimmy artiste.” Dr. Frank has been the recipient at Madison of a relatively princely income. He has received a salary of SIB,OOO a year, plus $5,000 for expenses, and, in addition, received $20,000 a year for his brief syndicated articles, widely printed in the American press. a a a AT the same time, he has approved outrageous salary cuts which have been especially difficult and disastrous for the overburdened and underpaid younger instructors. Indeed. he add'-d insult to injury in the case of the latter by publicly insulting them and their status. Nevertheless, he o"iv reduced his own salary from SIB,OOO to $16,000. Mr. Meyer further plays up Dr. Frank's lack of esoteric knowledge, revealed at such times as the occasion of th” Goethe celebration at the university. He also charges that Dr. Frank has assiduously cultivated notojjously anti-social and plutocratic Chicago millionaires, while discourteous by neglecting distinguished visiting scholars. It is asserted that he has subordinated his professional interests to political ambitions. Much of this indictment is known by me personally to be superficially correct, though Mr. Meyer himself admits that there has been no abridgment of freedom since Mrs. Russell’s visit and concedes that the university faculty compelled Dr. Frank to abandon the Meiklejohn experimental college. I have no personal reason to laud or defend Glenn Frank. But, after reading and rereading this article, I still think he is a notable asset to American higher education. He is doing much more than his enemies at Madison to make higher education a real force in promoting social intelligence. a a a MR. MEYER admits that the University of Wisconsin faculty as a whole, all the ballyhoo to the contrary notwithstanding, is highly reactionary. Even the notorius Redsnooper. Mr. Chappie, could find only sixteen “radicals and atheists” in a faculty of over 500, and his requirements for such classification were extremely loose and expensive. Almost any sane and civilized man could qualify. Dr. Glenn Frank has shown some recognition that education must be related to life touay. He has tried to promote a movement away from the old stale and musty subjects that reek of medievalism or earlier. He has tried to get his faculty to face reality. If he has failed, the blood is on their heads. Dean Sellery may give able instruction on medieval cathedrals and cloisters, but I know of no evidence that ever has helped a single one. of his thousands of students to live more intelligently after leaving Madison. Dean Goodnight may have reduced college petting, but I know of no one who contends that he ever has prepared any Madison student to face more adequately the problems of sex and marital relations. Much of the criticism of Dr. Frank has been engineered by Mr. Chappie. All that needs be said about the latter is that, by comparison. Huey Long appears to me like a combination of Aristotle and Lord Chesterfield. .After all is said and done. Dr. Glenn Frank, with all his faults, is one of the few bright lights in American higher education since the war. If Mr. Meyer’s article helps him to do a little soul searching, he even may be more valuable in the future. A Civil war veteran in Arkansas City, Kan., received greetings, on his eightieth birthday, from his four older brothers. When he grows up, they probably will discontinue the custom. Someone stole nine snakes from the New York zoo. Others find pleasure in jumping off high bridges. The weather man in New York says the storm of 1888 was much worse than this winters. Doesn't that warm you up? A wealthy farmer in Turin, Italy, got into a shroud twelve years ago and has been waiting for death ever since. It's fun to be fooled.

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(Tillies readers are invited to express their views in these columns. ital;e your letters short, so all cun hare a chance. Limit them to 250 words or less.) u o tt “DRAFT THE MEN WHO START WARS” By a Reader Without a doubt the most vital question confronting the common people of world powers today is the hackneyed, “How can we prevent another war?” By common people of world powers I refer to the youth of a nation on whose shoulders the brunt of war must fall. The best answer to this question, in my opinion, comes from Amelia Earhart, who said: “Draft old men first; they start war.” This simple expedient goes straight to the heart of smoking guns and muddy trenches. It does not advocate greater tonnage, mil-lion-dollar allocations, or the attitude of nenresistant pacifism. Translated, it means the captain of this ship shall be responsible for his passengers. But this rule applies to anybody intrusted with human lives, I hear you say. I differ with you. It never has applied to politicians beyond the draft age—back-seat fighters. So, I say, draft these men first. They start war. a tt tt HERE’S A LITTLE GIRL WHO NEEDS HELP By A. W. Hendricks On various evenings I pass the doors of the Columbia Club, on Monument circle, about 9 and sometimes 10 in the evening. I see the frail figure of a little girl of 10 or 11 standing at the door in an effort to sell her newspapers. She is there in all kinds of weather, hot, cold, wet or dry. Feb. 19 at 9:30 p. m., as I again was passing the spot, she was coughing. Not just the ordinary cough of a common cold, but a deep-throated husky cough, which was coming from a hoarse, raw little throat. Taxis drive up and discharged their prosperous loads, and the little girl, in her plaintive, tired voice asks if they want a paper. Generally they do not, and pass on inside to the luxurious warmth of the Columbia Club. The child, who should have been in bed hours before, then continues her stand, shifting from one cold little foot to the other to keep warm, waiting patiently for another passerby to buy, or not to buy, her wares. a a a READER COMPLAINS ABOUT ARTHUR ROBINSON STORY. By Jack Hasan Recently you published a series of articles on “Indiana's Gift to Government.” One particularly the writer has been unable to eject from his craw, and by just mentioning the “Arthur Robinson” article is enough. First we believe in the freedom of the press, free speech, but we do not believe in mixing dirt for grandstand plays. We may not agree with Arthur Robinson on his present views of the administration, nor on many other viewpoints of his, but when a man is really sincere, his heart really in his work, print your objections, but why the dirt? A clean sheet is better than a dirty rag, and the Times to me has always been fair in its press items. Mr. Kidney wrote the article, therefore The Times does not carry the exact burden, but Mr. Kidney surely should leave out the dirt and filth as exemplified in this articles. I know Arthur Robinson for a fine and good man. and every good man some time in his life has come in contact with bad company, through no fault of his own. This article

ON THE WIRE

Praise for Army Fliers

Bv L. C. G. S. The army flies the mail! The writer is not an army man, nor an aviator. On the contrary, the writer is a most rabid pacifist,, and common gossip immediately would impeach him as being antagonistic to everything connected with the military branch of this country. Let us be reasonable. The army aviators are required to pass the most rigid of tests, more so than the commercial pilots, if I understand properly. The army fliers are just as capable in their geographical bearings as those in the employ of private business. The army began the business of mail delivery upon very short noice. Their efforts were observed jealously by those interests who prayed that smashups galore would result so that they could without trouble appeal to public opinion to sustain them in their anguish for “lost profits.” Then, too, please do not forget that the taking over of the mail was consummated in a time when the weather was such as to try the best of men. The fatalities in the commercial flying in the last few days gave the army pilots’ ability no cause for remorse. But why make this government venwas discussed with me by three other people in various parts of the city, and all subscribers to The Times. Therefore, The Times surely must have thousands of subscribers who are for fair play. Print any and all objections to politicians and politics, but hold the mud. Keep the sheet clean. SEEKS DISTRIBUTION OF RAILROAD EMPLOYMENT By K. L. Dungan Most every known industry is on a short hour week of some kind except the railroads. They continue to work their telegraph operators, fifty-six hours a week, consisting of eight hours a day and seven days a week. There are thousands upon thousands of telegraphers out of em-

A Woman’s Viewpoint :i=i Bv MRS. WALTER FERGUSON :

“VTEVER strike your child in J-N anger,” warbles the chorus of infant psychology experts. They advance very profound arguments for their side, too. Yet it seems to me that common sense advises otherwise. If you are going to strike a child at all, the only proper time to do it is when you are angry. .All other punishment is so calculated and cold-blooded that it merits the disapproval of humane individuals. Children understand anger and respect it. They can forgive anger but they do not soon pardon the punishment meted out to them along legal lines the sort that sets the hour for execution. This kind of thing spoils their day for them, hangs over their heads like the sword over Damocles, and then falls upon them long after the deed for which they are being chastised has been forgotten. I am not in favor of woodshed whippings by the man of the house, but I do believe that occasional angry flurries by mother are efficacious in reforming naughty infants. But mind you, mother must be good and mad when she pounces down upon the flock.

ture a game of life and death, with the private interests on the side line anxiously awaiting another score against government owniership? Newspapers call attention to the mothers of the army fliers who gave their lives in carrying the mail and note that these mothers could be pacified the easier were those lives given in mortal combat over some battlefield. This is as silly to me as u r ar itself. The difference, of course, is that in peace one is not so apt to be bemedaled and glorified as in time of war. Big business is aware of this psychology and uses the same when and wherever possible. The army is good enough to serve whenever the profits of the interests are involved —I mean the profits. But now, when honest service to the people is the function of the army, the profit grabbers are standing by ready with their crocodile tears and funeral dirges. Will the people ever wise up to the system? Nevertheless, put in a good word for the soldiers of peace, and that means the army fliers. We have had sufficient Richthofens and Rickenbackers to last us for awhile. ployment. It is suggested to Mr. Eastman to incorporate a six-hour day for all telegraphers and put these thousands back into telegraph service. Day and night railroad telegraph offices use three eight-hour tricks. With the six-hour trick each man would share two hours of his job in creating a fourth trick, or four six-hour tricks. On one Indiana railroad alone this would create fifty-four new jobs, recalling a part of the seventyfive furloughed telegraphers. This road is only a drop in the recoverybucket. This would not cost the railroad management one extra cent, but it would serve to distribute employment in this class of railroad service.

NOTHING, in fact, is quite so fine for the family as a tantrum staged by mother. It clears the atmosphere like a thunder shower and usually results in the most exemplary tribal behavior for at least a week. And that’s something. Mothers, you know, usually are patient, unselfish and kind. They seem, to enjoy suppression and tyranny practiced toward them. In a good many households their very name is synonymous with “martyr.” This being the case the time will come when father and the children grow high-handed and autocratic. Their tendency is to boss, complain and criticize. When such a state of affairs exists, the time is ripe for mother to throw a lively tantrum, so that things will become normal once more. But while she’s putting it on, she must have a good one. It is better to stand up and read the riot act to father and give the baby an old-fashioned paddling. The outfit will be so flabbergasted with surprise they’ll become angelic, because nothing so startles us as seeing the worm turn or the meek giving battle. The idea that a mother never should show anger is responsible for much disrespect from her children who do not fake embtioa.

.MARCH 2, 1931 i

A REAL TRIBUTE TO JAP MILLER Bv A. J. Kinnear Down here at Martinsville we go on talking of Jap Miller. He was typical of a rare type of man. One with experience and broad understanding would know at once, on looking into Jap’s eyes, that here indeed was a personality far out of the ordinary. This writer’s first glance into those eyes in a crowded traction car between here and Indianapolis, some years ago, caused him to ask quickly who that man was who just got o n at Brooklyn. “Why,” said my neighbor beside . me, “don’t you know him? I thought j everybody down this way knew our ’ own Jap Mill"' 1 ” Jap was unique in the extreme. Behind these peculiar eyes lurked a brain so keen that it saw through men. He did not take the biggest of thefti seriously. Neither fame nor fortune cast any shadows on Jap. The childish struggle of men to make a fortune, hold office or write a book never blinded him for a moment to the fact that those who finally attained their goal, and by so doing got themselves into the limelight, were still, in most cases, of very common clay. Jap was the type who takes children and dogs at their play far more seriously than he did the average would-be “big” man, as he staggers by with his great burden of selfimportance. One Hoosier who knew Jap best, and appreciated him most, was our poet, Jim Riley. Jim would come to Martinsville, hire a livery horse and buggy, take Jap with him, and ride through the hills and river valleys. Jap was loquacious. He had ft, cheery “hello” for everybody, and they knew Jap. He brought out the very best there was in them. He met them all on their own ground. The town game Jim Riley and Jap a most hearty welcome, and Riley, through jap, saw life as it really was. The wealth of knowledge he thus gained listening to Jap, during those ever welcome visits, laid the foundation for many such poems as “Out to Old Aunt Mary’s.” Jap was nothing if not original, and there was always point and logic to his observations. He was the genius of this locality. From Riley down to our smallest children and dogs, we all loved Jap. This writer fully believes that Jap had wit on a par with Twain or Rogers, but his waggish lack of any desire for public notoriety prevented him from becoming a national figure.

On Living

BY HAROLD FRENCH Life is impromptu in its vast beginning, There is no calculation in its term, And ours are hands incredibly unfirm, Mutual in their play and never winning. The unspoken word is established past revising; ; There is no tragedy touched beyond betrayal; Our birthright promises, and we are enterprising To find how singularly we may faill Hlusioned is the heritage from dying, By fancies sprung in dark-hailed passages, And there are doubts to dream upon their buying While old wine ages. There is mute genius undemeartli the sky And living, we express it—and deity's