Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 275, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 March 1934 — Page 11

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It Seems to Me By Joe Williams (Pinch Hitting for Heywood Broun) “ A REN T you getting fat?” l\ . Has any one ever said that to you? At first I paid no attention to the remark. It seemed to fit into the same category of conversational rope jumping as ‘‘ls it hot enough for you?” and “Don’t you think Mae West is good?” I mean it was just another way of using words to say nothing. But anything reptitious sooner or later becomes irksome. In my case i nas the effect of sending me to the mirror. By nature I am not inordinately vain.

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and right thinking. Up until very recently I had never taken the pains to get a closeup of my face as it lashed back at me in mirrored reflection. tt a tt Face to Face IDO not mean to say that I never have taken a look at my face, because after all. I am not altogether unappreciative of God’s handiwork, but for the most part these looks have been more or less in the line of duty touching upon and appertaining to such problems as the matinal shave. And on some of these occasions the result has not been completely happy. I recall one morning, which by some curious freak had lengthened into twilight— I think it was the day following the Steam Fitters’ Grand Ball—when I took an informal look at my face and Well, what do you think? There I was looking straight—reasonably straight, anyway—into the eyes of my old friend Lon Chaney, who, for some silly reason, was made up as Toro the Sacred Bull. “Howze trix, old kid?” I asked. Generally super-plus in affability, Mr. Chaney refused to talk even in whispers. I could see his lips move, but no words came tumbling through his teeth. There was something about him that reminded me of Old Man Bill Williams, the sports writer, except that he had a double chin and looked at bit motheaten around the edges. Since then I have not dallied too long in front of the mirror. I suppose it is true that I have gotten fat. I never thought it made a great deal of difference before whether you were 28 in the waist or 36. But apparently it does. If it doesn’t to you it does to people who know me. And why should it? Just w'hat and where is the virtue in leanness? Even in fiction some of the lifeguards who come out of the sea with frail blond things clinging to manly but matty chests are cut along generous lines—lines that sing a rousing duet in buoyancy and beef. a tt a Myths in Mottoes loves a fat man” w r as the brain child ’ of an office sloganeer. All slogans are designed more for parrots than people. Most of them are reared on fantasy rather than fact. The nation thanked God for Wilson, and a few months later George M. Cohan had written “The Yanks Are Coming.” There was a time when I did want to be a good track man and a good ball player. But that was years ago. Now I have practically no heroic ambitions. I do not care to fight Camera for the heavyweight championship, though the necessity of physical fitness would not seem logically to enter into such a task. Nor have I any urge to swim the Hudson from Albany to the Battery'. So why should Ibe disturbed | if I start carrying weight for age?” ft Once I did go to the gymnasium under the care of Professor Arthur McGovern, and it all seemed a great waste of time. This was before the crash. In the professor’s class were a number of Wall Street financiers—as I believe they then were called. Just the other day one of them committed suicide in the Orient. I refuse to believe he would be any less dead at the moment if he had neglected the symmetrical outlines of his stature. Still, there was one feature about the professor's course that always appealed to me. This consisted of placing an iron saucer firmly upon the stomach, drawn in. and at a given signal releasing same, the effect being to send the iron saucer tumbling high in the air. The idea seemed to be to see which pupil could reach the highest altitude. It was great sport and because of the keen competitive element seemed to have some sanity about. There seems to be an evil notion that men become girthy out of indolence and excesses, and hence they are no longer fit companions for their pious brethren. This, of course, is a mean, vicious point of view and entirely erroneous. I don’t believe a bursting vest has anything at all to do with inertia. The Time to Worry ON the contrary. I think it is just the other way around. Most of the men I know who are lean and flanky spend much of their time on the golf links, riding to hounds and angling for speckled trout. That hardly comes under the head of stern application to duty. Personally. I think it's swell stuff. But if you don’t happen to have the time I think it was the late Walter Camp who first belittled the billowy front of man. He innovated “daily dozen.” I suppose they did a lot of good, but it must have been a selfish, unromantic sort of good. Certainly standing in front of an open window breathing deeply twenty times is not comparable in the social graces to playing a round of roodles at dasvn or ordering one more brandy. I suspect, too. the snooty indictment of the heavy set is of modern origin. There are many passages in the Old Testament glorifying the girth. It was NFalstaff who “larded the lean earth as he walked along." And Mr. Shakespeare warned against the lean and hungry look. Or was it Mr. Tunney? At any rate. I always have been told that if you don’t get fat behind the ears you need not worry. Possibly the time has come when I should start worrying real hard. Nevertheless, I'm not going to surrender to bleak despair until I find my front collar button no longer fits. (Copyright. 1934. by The Times)

Today's Science BY DAVID DIETZ —- TEETH tell the story of human evolution, according to Dr. Ernest A. Hooton. professor of anthropology at Harvard university. Moreover, the future of man. he tells us. lies in his teeth. "Our teeth have had an illustrious past," he says. "They have a serviceable present, and with due conservation they will continue to perform an indispensable function in the future of man. But if the human dentition breaks down, it will carry with it in its fall the human species." Teeth are the most nearly imperishable relics of the vertebrate body. "If an animal's teeth last until death, they will continue to defy the destructive action of time and the elements, sometimes for millions of years,” he says. "After death the soft parts of the animal body decay rapidly. The bones are much tougher. But „> bones are frequently crushed into dust or dissolved by the action of chemicals in the earth. “Furthermore, they are often and perhaps usually devoured by carnivorous animals. But teeth are singularly unpalatable and indigestible morsels. No animal eats them or, if it does, uyinages to digest them. They remain as monuments of extinct species.” a •V

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I don’t think I am any more attractive —to make an offhand guess —than, say, Ronald Colman, the movie hero. Unless maybe around the elbows. But I have been told so often of late that something has happened to me in the way of increased suet that I have been compelled to take an inventory of myself, if for no other reason than to be able to discuss the matter with some degree of intimate understanding. For some time I have sensed a growing stuffiness in the region of the top pants button, but that always seemed to me merely a deserved leward for clean living

THE MONUMENTS OF LITERATURE Tolstoy's ‘Anna Karenina’ Is Tale of Lasting Beauty

Thii It the seventh of a series of articles written exclusively for readers of The Times and dealing with the important works of literature. The works of Count Leo Tolstoy form the subject for today's article. tt tt tt BY' TRISTRAM COFFIN Times Staff Writer ABANDONED by her lover, her heart filled with misery and vengeance, beautiful Anna Karenina threw herself under the swiftmoving train wheels, murmuring a prayer of forgiveness. The book, “Anna Karenina,” by Count Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian author, moves powerfully toward the remorse and guilt which overwhelms Anna, a sacrifice to a passionate love she could not resist. The whole sweep of human emotions, sublime and debased, speaks eloquently as Tolstoy shows the gradual change of Anna from “that mysterious and charming beauty, overflowing with life and gayety, demanding and bestowing happiness” to suicide. Dramatic action charges through the pages, each incident moving Anna toward her almost inevitable self-destruction. At the beginning of the book, Anna is shown as fresh, charming and possessed of a cool, mature wisdom. She is the wife of a prominent government official, living in the dissolute Russian circle of nobility. Married to a portly, ultra-respectable man, Anna is caught in a momentum of mental revolt that flares out when she meets Count Vronsky, a brilliant philanderer. Anna fights desperately against the affection which is dragging her closer and closer to Vronsky, who for the first time in his careless life feels profound love. As the earth crumbles and falls in a landslide, so Anna is swept into the arms of Vronsky.

She is a sensitive woman for whom any grossness is degrading. The victory of her emotions over her spiritual security is humiliating. Yet this love has stirred strange passions within her. Anna undergoes mental changes that destroy her serenity. Tolstoy creates the character sympathetically and follows her with brilliant understanding. No better description could be given of a problem which swamps the newspaper lovelorn columns with pathetic letters. Furious gusts of melancholy seize her. After leaving her husband and son to live with Vronsky, she becomes jealous and despairing. Her mind and composure is shaken. Anna cries out in a frenzy of grief, “Have I not striven, striven with all my powers, to find a justification for my life? ... I, poor unfortunate, am sunk lower and more irreclaimably than ever toward ruin. ... I could not imagine any situation in which my life would be anything but one long misery. We' are all dedicated to unhappiness; we all know it, and only seek for ways to deceive ourselves. When we seek the truth what is to be done?” n u SKILLFULLY Tolstoy attacks the vicious decadent Russian nobility which excuses intrigue and adultery and regards serious love as ridiculous. Vronsky and Anna have defied their circle by actually loving each other and making sacrifices. The lavish expenditures, the selfish lives are anathema to Tolstoy. Yet this feeling is delicately mingled with the story and is brought out only as a contrast between the city and country life. Foremost of Tolstoy’s issues was his lifetime fight against war. His pen was a torch that shattered the shadows glorifying civilized slaughter. In his mighty novel,

The Theatrical World Norma Shearer Coming to Palace in ‘ Riptide ’ BY WALTER D. HICKMAN

WHERE did Edmund Goulding get the title of ‘•Riptide’’ for Norma Shearer’s latest starring vehicle? "Riptide” will open a week's engagement at Loew’s Palace on Friday with Miss Shearer, Herbert Marshall and Robert Montgomery. I appealed to Jac Flex, manager of Loew's Palace, to find out the meaning of the title. After due research Mr. Flex stated that the author found that riptide is one of the most fascinating functions in the action of ocean water. "Riptide.” according to Mr. Flex, “is the condition w r hen water becomes roughened by conflicting tides of current.” He points out that this title is quite proper for the Miss Shearer movie, as she becomes the center of contention in the lives of many people in London society. Mr. Flex obtained the following data on this movie: And this is the story which Edmund Goulding has both written and directed in "Riptide.” Norma Shearer, as an adventurous American woman who has married into London society, finds that the dullness and sobriety of English life is not enough for her. even though she relishes it to a certain degree and loves her husband moderately well. When a wild young American play-boy comes into her life he does not displace her husband by any means; her love somehow encompasses both of them. And then, by natural selection, one of these joint and conflicting currents of love weakens of its own accord and the woman is free to continue in a single direction with her true companion. Another popular song hit from the prolific pianos of Nacio Herb Brown and Arthur Freed is introduced in "Riptide.” The new song is “We’re Together. Again” and is sung in the picture by Arthur Jarret and Earl Oxford, as well as heard instrumentally in gay party scenes. Brown and Freed are noted for their tuneful "Broadway Melody” and their recent song hits in "Going Hollywood.” Herbert Marshall plays the role of the husband in the new Shearer drama, and the part of the American play-boy is filled by Robert Montgomery, which is the fifth time he has romantically supported Miss Shearer. The impressive cast also includes the noted English stage star. Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Skeets Gallagher. Ralph Forbes, Lilyan Tashman. Florine McKinney, Helen Jerome Eddy. George K. Arthur and HalliwelfHobbes. Featured on the supolementary program will be Walt Disney's latest Silly Symphony cartoon in technicolor, which is very appropriate at Easter time, titled "Funny Little Bunnies.” Also there will be another one of those ever funny burlesque subjects, "Goofy Movies,” completed f

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“War and Peace,” Tolstoy exposed all the social grievances coincident with war. War, according to Tolstoy, thrusts a burden of oppressing taxation upon the poor classes, causes famine, needless destruction and widespread social restlessness. In “Anna Karenina,” Tolstoy flamed angrily against his own youth. He was brought up as the typical Russian nobleman —a profligate and wastrel. His was a nature similar to that of Anna. Tolstoy reacted violently against his own creed. He threw away his fortune to charity and secluded himself in the country to live the life of an ascetic. All of the artificial brilliance and glitter of court life are as painted puppets moving stiffly to the sway of opinion and gossip, according to Tolstoy. But he saw the country as a place where one could find a fierce joy of living. Shifting rapidly from petty sp-, ciety, the author developed a powerful country idyll. The mowing scene in the country, where men move in a vigorous harmony, swinging their scythes, is an inspiration to toil. tt u tt r T"'OLSTOY had definite social ideals. He believed in the redistribution of wealth. He advocated a society in which work would become a pleasure. The fundamental idealism and even naiveness of the country appealed to him. The rough simple life was the contrast he felt necessary to redeem himself and the society of intrigue. Years before dark peasant uprising flamed out in Russia, Tolstoy prophesied the downfall of nobility. In this book he describes the decadence that he knew would lead to an entire social change. A subtheme winds through “Anna Karenina” and yet is

by the latest news events of the day as recorded by Hearst Metrotone News. tt tt tt Biblical Play Announced Tomorrow night -at the Third Christian church, the Girls’ Federation will sponsor a performance of Da Vinci’s "Last Supper” and it will be reproduced in pantomime, music and scripture. Those taking part will be E. M. Lentz, A. L. McColloum, C. F. Prewitt, R. J. Griffith, W. E. Gentry, C. L. Hume, L. B. Maxwell, Robert Lorton, L. A. Von Staden, Lester Young, Victor Kelly and Ray Ridge. Miss Maxine McKay and A. W. Mason directed. tt a tt On View’ Here Today INDIANAPOLIS theaters today offer: A1 Jolson, Kay Francis, Dick Pow r ell, Ricardo Cortez and Dolores Del Rio in “Wonder Bar” at the Circle; “Sweet and Lowdown” on the stage and" Let's Be Ritzy” on the screen at the Lyric; "David Harum” at the Apollo; "Success at Any Price” and “Two Alone” at the Indiana; “This Side of Heaven” at Loew’s Palace, and, burlesque at the Mutual. tt a a Interesting Piano Recital The Indianapolis Civic Music Association presented Ignace Strasfogel. pianist, in his first local appearance, last night at Caleb Mills hall. The program of the artist was interesting in itself, being made up of three compositions, one each from Bach, Beethoven and Schuman, and portraying very deftly the individual characteristics of each of the masters. The first composition to be played was Bach's “Chromatic Fantasy and Fugue in D Minor.” This piece, a mechanical marvel, seemed to be lacking in anything but the basic feeling on the part of the artist. The technique, almost without flaw, was nearly a hindrance to the best interpretation of the composition. But any lack of feeling which | may have been evident in the first : selection was immediately lost in the mystical beauty of the second, Beethovens “Sonata. Opus 110.” This was most delicately and carefully handled by Strasfogel, and the interpretation was in perfect harmony with the motif of the composition. The artistry of this sonata lies in the rampant pattern. ranging from crashing chords to barely audible tones, which Strasfogel splendidly displayed in an alternating dominant and subservient fashion. The third composition on the program was the "Fantasiestucke, Opus 12,” from Schumann. This opus is a composite of eight brief tone pictures, outstanding among which, in Strasfogel’s playing of the piece, were the emotional

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bound to the destiny of Anna. This theme concerns Levin, the rural Landowner, whom Tolstoy’s brother-in-law says is a picture of the author. Levin rebels against the tinsel of St. Petersburg and Moscow, retires to his country estate to work out agricultural theories and solves his problems in the quiet and calm. His love for Kitty, whom Vronsky scorned for Anna, is a romantic idyll. Tolstoy, as were Wasserman and Proust, was a student of decadent society. Wasserman’s canvas was broad and sweeping; Proust’s was minute and meticulous, and Tolstoy’s a happy combination of both. Such a dramatic writer was Tolstoy that each character has a lasting, vivid impression. Life undoubtedly does not move as fast as Tolstoy portrayed it, but the Russian mind is facile and tempestuous, easily moving from mood to mood. a tt tt THE only way to describe Tolstoy’s beautiful and exciting style is to reproduce it. “Suddenly she remembered the man who was run over on the day she met Vronsky for the first time, and she knew what was left for her to do. With light and swift steps she descended the stairway which led to the watertank. at the end of the platform down to the rails, and stood very near the train, which was slowly going by. She looked under the cars, at the chains and the brake, and at the high iron wheels of the first car, and she tried to estimate with her eye the distance before the fore and back wheels, and the movement when the middle would be in front of her. "There,” she said, looking at the shadow of the car, thrown from the black coal-dust, which covered the sleepers, “there, there in the center; he (Vronsky) will be punished, and I shall be delivered from it all . . . and from myself.” ... a feeling like that she had experienced once, just befoi'e taking a dive in the river, came over her, and she made the sign of the cross. This familiar gesture called back to her soul a whole series of memories of her youth and childhood; and suddenly the darkness which hid everything from her was torn asunder. Life, with its elusive joys, glowed for an instant before her. But she did not take her eyes from the car; and when the center, between the two wheels, appeared, she threw away her red bag, drawing her head between her shoulders, and, with outstretched hands, threw herself on her knees under the car. For a second she was horror-struck at what she was doing. “What am I? What am I doing? Why?” She tried to get up. to draw back; but something monstrous, inflexible, struck her head, and threw her on her back.

“Aufschwung,” the dream-like “In Der Nacht,” and the changeable “Ends Vom Lied.” Strasfogel seems consciously to pay a great deal of attention to the technical interpretation of his playing. Never, however, does he lose complete sight of the emotional feeling inherent in the composition. His sense of tonal values and his sweeping conception of the main idea in the competition, are worthy of high praise. Strasfogel graciously played one encore number. The recital was under the auspices of the Indianapolis Civic Music Association. (By the Observer.) ENGINE HOUSES TO BE USED FOR REGISTRATION Safety Board Approves Request of County Clerk. Permission was given Glenn Ralston, county clerk, to use engine houses for voters’ registration until April 9, by the city safety board today. However, the board refused to allow firemen to assist in the registration. With only 40 per cent of voters in Marion county registered, the enginehouses will be open for registration tomorrow, Mr. Ralston indicated.

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Count Leo Tolstoy was a bitter enemy of war. He relentlessly attacked all the social grievances coincident with warfare in his mighty novel, “War and Peace.”

“Lord, forgive me all!” she murmured, feeling the struggle to be in vain. A little muzhik (peasant) w r as working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard. “And the candle by which she had read the book that was filled with fears, with deceptions, with anguish, and with evil, flared up with greater brightness than she had ever known, revealing to her all that before was in darkness, then flickered, grew faint and went out forever.” a tt tt GREAT for the ideas he expressed and the manner in which he wrote, nevertheless Tolstoy has serious rivals in Dostoevski, Chekhov and Turgenev.

Capital Capers Spring Grips Cabinet Official Washington Overcome by Nostalgia as Snow and Cold Give Way to Flowers.

WASHINGTON, March 28—Cabinet members, new dealers and old dealers, have all been bitten by the bug of spring. Up to now it's been mostly snow and cold, but dreams of spring flowers haunt official Washington, and give them nostalgia. Among the nostalgic:

TALL, distinguished Sumner Welles, assistant secretary of state, officially opened the spring season yesterday with an inspection of crocuses and tulips on his estate at Oxon Hill. Vastly delighted was Sumner at the ro\vs of little flowers that nodded in the pale sunshine. "By jove,” he exclaimed, “the snow hasn’t hurt them at all.” Then he frowned, because his tulips—a pure white variety which is extremely rare—have been retarded by the cold wave. a a tt MRS. ROOSEVELT has planted anew bed of wild flowers on the White House grounds not far from the famous mint bed of Uncle Ted (President

By George Clark

“Brothers Karamazov,” by Dostoevski, is the strangely morbid tale of three brothers, each a pathological type. There is a mystical oriental quality in this book which is not in “Anna Karenina.” Cheknov is the realist of Russian drama and short story. Turgenev's “Fathers and Sons” deals with the eternal quarrel and misunderstand between youth and age. The main character, Bazarov, is an intellectual and a nihilist (one who believes nothing in opposition to the romantic generation of his elders.) The nihilist cold scientific philosophy was to shatter the time-worn romantic illusions of Europe. -

BY GEORGE ABELL Times Special Writer

Theodore Roosevelt.) That mint, incidentally, is tenderly watched over by Colonel (in Kentucky) Marvin Mclntyre. tt tt a Ickes’ Gladiola INTERIOR SECRETARY ICKES is homesick for the spring glories of Winetka, 111., where the mockingbird sings and tte Ickes gladiola blooms. Mr. Ickes—though few realize it—is a skilled horticulturist and has produced a new’ variety of gladiola. His gladiola beds at Winetka are the admiration of the country side. Sole consolation of Mr. Ickes is that the public parks and buildings administration keeps a vase of colorful cut flowers on his desk in the interior department. He calls this “my only graft.” tt tt tt TR E A SURY SECRETARY MORGENTHAU JR. has been planning for cherry and apple blossoms of Dutchess county New York. In fact, he pined so much that —not being able to visit his 1,000 acres of orchards and dairyland near the Roosevelt estate, Crum Elbow—he decided to go w’ith his family to Sea Island, Ga., and look at the flowers there. tt tt a Agriculture secretary HENRY A. WALLACE is more plebean in his tastes. He yearns for the cornfields of lowa, where he has produced a brand of corn reputed the best in all the tali com state. tt a a MRS. JAMES CRAWFORD BIGGS, wife of the solicitorgeneral, is becoming solicitous about her rose bushes down south. She loves Persian cats and roses, but the cats complicate matters by brushing off their long fur or. the rose bushes. Which gives Mrs. Biggs a real job. a a tt MRS. DANIEL C. ROPER, wife of the secretary of commerce, misses her garden in Charleston, where tropical plants bloom in exotic splendor. The rigorous winter has wreaked havoc on the tropical flowers she keeps in her garden here. a a a MRS. ALICE ACHESON, wife of the former undersecretary of the treasury, ventures forth in a purple smock to look over the yellow crocuses which her mother-in-law helped her to plant a year ago. These bloom merrily, but the Acheson • daffodils have not yet lifted t/ ,-ir heads.

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Fair Enough By Westbrook Pegler T HAVE just decided that it would be a very good X thing, after all, to institute a system of title and honors in this country because that would be a cheap and effective way to reward the citizens who turn little tricks for the party which happens to be in power at a given time, and anyway, much as Americans profess to despise such things, Ameiicans love them, and ought to turn square and admit as much. Rich citizens of the type of Joseph E. Widener feel inexpressibly honored when

an English duke graciously condescends to flick a few ashes on their rugs and there is hardly a family of the really worthwhile Long Island set which hasn't one or more olive-pits gilded and preserved under glass and authenticated by affidavits, as souvenirs of luncheons and dinners which the Prince of Wales attended in his gallivanting days over here. The prince must have loved olives. But the American aristocracy is no more susceptible to title and rank than the common man as you would observe if you were to spend a season at Atlantic City when the various

eS °f J° dgf L brothers and sisters are treading on parades S & long successlon of gala tt tt The Walk of Royalty r I '‘HERE the American common man and the little a woman betray themselves as the same sort of when 6 the'°kin? t 0 ga ? er al ° nß the curbs London V 1 ®" tbe kmg down to Westminster to open *!^J? arbament ° r the lord mayor rolls through the streets in a gilded hack on his way to assume the nominal responsibilities of a meaningless office. in Atlantic City, you may see grand ex°f the American kind strutting along the boiirdwEUk. stoop shouldered under the weight ceremonial epaulets and putting on more innLi ha f 1 fi? Ethl °pian king on coronation dav, and Jfnnp 1° f the C i )Urt footing ifc over the hot plankSam BroSifbelL 53 CS bottle^lass “own s and in\ l0n ? reveal how well the common man t * SOrt of royal ost cntation which he professes to despise. There are nabobs and potentates and past grand exalted keepers of the mysterious scrolls and imperial rulers and many kinds of knights and ladies to say nothing of kleagles, klads and klucks of the Ku-Klux Klan, the only order of imbeciles up to now which has had the candor to adopt the dunce-cap as part of its official regalia. P But all these distinctions are strictly imitation and, worse than that, imitations of the European and oriental titles which the American character starts out sneering at and winds up aping There ian ° f “ for the wearing of a Bon-Ur?uniform fnr c f ircus °l a v 'arsity band in this country, for the uniforms of the armed services are almost as piain as overalls and American diplomats have to sLd h a ,t ° rmal strutting m the conventional shad-back or sugar-scoop. „.. In exce P t io n al cases, the American minister may wear a red stripe across his shirt front as a backfn°h£ d travels y medals which he may have Picked up tt tt Even the Bags Are There ”V7"ET American local merchants, lawyers, dentists A and, not to deny anything, even journalists, mav be seen on certain grand occasions in the course of any year hoofing their way over molten pavements or riding livery-stable steeds in accoutrements which would ( make his blinkin’ majesty, the king, God bless lm, look like a mildewed bum waiting for the freight in a hobo jungle at Carver’s crossing. 1 met some foreign journalists in Rome once and they were in a mild dither over the forthcoming list of royal honors because it seemed that Benito Mussolini had selected a few foreign reporters, including one or two Americans, for decoration that season Most American journalists abhor and shun these distinctions as an embarrassment because American publishers have been known to fire certain hands for accepting the same on the ground that the very bestowal of the award is proof that the correspondent has been shading his copy. But publishers in other countries are not as paternal as that and some European journalists make collections. However, there was one American in Rome at the time who had plainly let it be known that he wanted no part of Mussolini’s recognition. This seemed quite handsome of him until it was explained that he was holding out for the “little red one.” The “little red one” is the French Legion of Honor That is the one that gets them. It costs the French about a dollar a copy, including the medal itself and the ceremony, but the “little red one” has been press-agented and romanticized so efficiently that it still is coveted by Americans, even in these days of default and disharmony, although it is almost as common as the button of the international order of bar-flies. With this little, doilar-a-copy honor, France has bought the favor and the stooping and leaning of many influential American citizens, inculding editors and publishers, and*there can be no argument on the point that in practical results, the “little red one” has paid out many a million times its investment value. I think I might have a big thing here, sufficient to run through another installment, although this is a harum-scarum line of work and a fellow never knows from day to day what he will advocate tomorrow. (Copyright, 1934, by Unite! Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

Your Health . BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN - IF all tuberculosis victims, or those who carry the germs, could be segregated in one area and kept from contact with those who are well, it is conceivable that the disease eventually could be stamped out. Carriers of the germs of tuberculosis are, for the most part, responsible for its spread. You, therefore, have little to fear from this disease if you are not in contact with a person who distributes the germs. A good deal of tuberculosis, particularly affecting the bones, the joints, and the glands, attacks children in youth and comes to them with the milk from infected cows. Fortunately, most states now have laws which provide for tuberculin testing of cattle. The one source of the germ of tuberculosis that is difficult, if not impossible, to eliminate, is the apparently healthy person who happens to be carrying the germs i*i his body. a a a YOU can see that it is not possible to segregate all those with tuberculosis. Moreover, neither the funds nor the scientific workers are available to pick up all seemingly healthy persons who may be carrying the germs. Persons used to think that tuberculosis was inherited. That was because children are likely to be infected by their parents while very young. Nowadays we know that the child who is separated early from the parent with tuberculosis may not develop the disease. One of the most important steps that has been taken by public health officials to stamp out tuberculosis is the application of skin tests and early X-ray pictures of the chests of children even before school age and of those who have been in school only a few years. WHEN even a slight suspicion of infection is found in a child, or when there seems likelihood of an infection, the child can be given proper care in preventoriums or it may be controlled as to nutritic,!, sunlight, and outdoor air. ,

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