Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 309, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 May 1934 — Page 9

HfeemtoMe HEYWOOD BMUN A CCORDING to present indications, the sentence will be from six to eight weeks, with nothing off for good behavior. I wish I could think of that Greek whom they banished from Athens for no better reason than the fact they were tired of hearing him called “the just." My case is something like that, although not precisely. I have been hanging around New York for so long that people are beginning to say, “Oh. it's Just Broun.” The syndicate manager tried to explain to me that I was being exiled for my own good. He 6ays that if I go away and stay long enough people will appreciate me more when I come back. But I remember, with dire forebodings, the story Bide Dudley used to tell of his return to Atchison, Kan., after a year in metropolitan Denver. In that year he had made himself quite a name as a newspaper man and had acquired anew yellow suitcase. He decided

not to take the hack at the depot but to walk home in order to get the thrill of plaudits and questions from his friends. He had gone hardly more than half a block when one of his old cronies hailed him cheerfully. “Hello, Bide,” he said. “Going away somewhere?” a a a Concerning Another Exile THEN there was the case of Jimmy Sinnott, who used to do a column on the old Evening Mail. Jimmy was very sentimental about New York, and when he was assigned to go to Atlantic City and stay for one month it seemed as if his heart would break. He couldn’t stand

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it to be so far away. A couple of days before he left he confided in me that he had written a poem of farewell to be published in his column. “This ought to get some response,” he told me. "It's serious.” The poem began, “I wonder, Broadway, if you’ll miss me?” and it was duly published in a twocolumn box. I went to the station to see him off, and I asked. “How was the response, Jimmy?” He held out a lone postcard which was signed “Broadway” and carried the simple message, “No.” Incidentally, the syndicate manager says he is not a Corsican. I merely assumed that because I had heard him referred to as “the little Napoleon.” Still I should have known better. All syndicate managers are known as “the little Napoleon,” just as every pitcher named Rhoades is called “Dusty.” The manager sits in his sumptuous New York office and jumps you from Harrisburg, Pa., to Akron,, 0., which he says is easy. Like other field marshals, he has a huge map spread upon his desk, and colored thumb tacks are used to indicate just what he sells where. I’m heliotrope. It shows up quite prettily like one lone spring violet in a nest of comic strips. matt Some Early Bloomers AS a matter of fact. I’ve got two buttons on the map. One is in North Carolina, and the other represents a newspaper in eastern Utah. We’re not quite sure about Utah. It seems the man hasn’t sent his $2 for quite a spell now. and maybe the paper isn't being published any more. That's one of the things I'm supposed to find out. It was my notion that I wouldn’t have to go to North Carolina, because the paper there publishes the column. But it appears that this is not the way business is done. I am to drop in and say “Hello,” and not talk too much about the Newspaper Guild. It sounds dangerous to me, because if we get into a fight it means the disappearance of my last marker. In that case I’d ask for a change in color. I'd much rather be a powder blue thumb tack. I could work better that way. Mostly, of course, I am aiming at the “open territory.” I'm no William Tell, but I could hit that ninety-nine times out of ninety-nine with a bow and arrow. But I'm glad I saw the map. It's really awe inspiring to look at the sketches of this country where nobody reads Broun. They are so vast. It's like gazing at the Milky Way and the farthest stars. There are no thumb tacks up there, either. And yet the cosmos continues. I suppose in time I will have to get around to admitting that a columnist is a pretty puny thing. tt tt tt A Matter of Stern Duty BUT courage, my friend; that is not spoken like the real Broun. Your orders are to win the West, the Middle West, the Northwest, the Southwest and maybe get yourself a paper in Pennsylvania. Think of Nelson, Farragut and O. O. McIntyre. Can't you catch the romance of it? Next week at this time you’ll be rolling up the post road to Albany, the authentic capital of the state in which you live. The place where the legislature meets! After that you pass the last frontier, and if the ice holds make for the trading posts of Syracuse and Rochester. Over the Alps lies Buffalo, the city of a dream, and in the offing Akron. Youngstown and Columbus beckon. Well, maybe they don’t exactly beckon, but there they are. Now what do you say? You're speaking to me? What do I say? Well, I say couldn't we sort of compromise on my taking a nice long trip all the way up to the Bronx Zoo? (Copyright, 1934, by The Times)

Today s Science BY DAVID DIETZ

BY playing a game of “sub-atomic billiards,” eminent physicists at Columbia university have shed new light upon the size of atomic nuclei and other sub-atomic particles. They have also discovered new facts about the behavior of atoms and the forces which hold their constituent parts together. Neutrons, the newly discovered particles without electric charge, were the “cue balls” in this new Columbia billiard game. They were sent, by the millions. caroming off the nuclei of other atoms. By applying the laest equations of atomic theory to what happened, the Columbia physicists were able to calculate the desired data. Four particularly important results of these experiments. according to Dr. George B. Pegram. professor of physics, and Dr. John R. Dunning, are as follows: The diameter of the neutron was measured and found to be one ten-trillionth of an inch. By using the neutron as a sub-atomic measuring stick, the size of the nuclei of various atoms was measured. The energy released during the transmutation of one type of atom into another was measured. This was found sufficient to cause neutrons to come hurling out of atomic nuclei with energies equivalent to 14,000.000 volts and velocities of 30.000 miles a second. The transformation of matter into energy, observed in these experiments indicated that the mass of the neutron must be very close to the estimates made by Dr. J. A. Chadwick. a a a DR. CHADWICK, who is in Lord Rutherford's laboratory in the University of Cambridge, is the discoverer of the neutron. The chief characteristic of the neutron is its lack of any electrical charges. Prior to the discovery of the neutron, there were only two sub-atomic particles known, the proton, positive in charge, and the elctron, negative in charge. Then came the discovery by Chadwick of the neutron, which is electrically neutral. The proton is about 1.850 times as heavy as the electron. The mass of the neutron, it was apparent at once, was somewhat like that of the proton and at first it was suggested that the neutron might represent a close combination of a proton and an electron. The positive nature of the one would neutralize the negative nature of the other. Next came Dr. Carl D. Anderson's discovery of the positron in Dr. Millikan’s laboratory in Pasadena. This increased the complexity of the situation since there seemed to be no place to fit the positron into the atomic picture.

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LOVE LETTERS OF CHARLES DICKENS

Two Amazing, Interlades in the Life of a Great Artist

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Cbarlet Dickens met Marla Beadnell. beautiful daurhter of a banker. A year’s ardent courtship ensued. Mr. and Mrs. Beadnell, feeling that Dickens’ prospects were too poor for him to be considered as a prospective husband for Maria, sent her to Paris. Months later she returned. The old love affair flamed anew. But Maria vaccilated. Dickens wrote her a poignant farewell letter. Maria consulted her ‘best friend,” Mary Anne Leigh, as to the best course. Mary Anne, desiring Dickens for herself, advises the returning of his letters to break the friendship* This Maria did, alleging to Dickens that he had made a confidante of Mary Anne and was friendly to her. This Dickens denied in a glowing tetter, at the same time sending a letter of barbed sarcasm to Mary Anne, and enclosing a copy of the letter to Maria asking her approval of it A FTER reading all this Maria 1 Beadnell replied immediately so that her letter reached him Saturday. Before returning the one he proposed to send to Marianne, she copied it carefully and thus it was fortunately preserved for posterity. She wrote that Marianne would probably blame her for the whole trouble; then after asking to see Marianne’s answer she designed to give him permission to write to her again, if he chose. There is no record that Miss Leigh ever answered his letter. The following “conciliatory note” is the last one in existence that he wrote at this period; it tells of his love as only he could relate it. It show’s also how deeply Maria had wounded him, and that he had little hope of a favorable reply.— The End of the Quarrel 18 Bentick Street. Sunday morning. Dear Miss Beadnell: I am anxious to take the earliest opportunity of writing to you again, knowing that the opportunity of addressing you through Kolle—now my only means of communicating w'ith you will shortly be lost (Kolle was to marry Anne Beadnell) and having your ow T n permission to write to you, lam most desirous of forwarding a note which had I received such permission earlier, I can assure you you would have received ere this. Before proceeding to say a word upon the subject of my present note let me beg you to believe that

INDIANA’S ‘NEW DEALERS’ Vice-Presidency Goal of Louis Ludlow

BY WALKER STONE Times Staff Writer WASHINGTON, May 7.—Once in a burst of self-revelation, Louis Ludlow, Indiana’s Twelfth district congressman, told a friend that if he could be elected Vice-President of the United States his cup of happiness would be filled to overflowing. It is not a rare ambition in a Hoosier politician. Many Hoosiers have aspired to that post, and a few have achieved it. This reporter has yet to meet or hear of an Indiana senator or governor who has not at one time or another, or at all times, heard the vice-presidential bee buzzing in his bonnet. Each seems to think that the hand of fate directs him toward the high seat once occupied by Warren Fairbanks and Thomas Marshall and other successful Indianians whose names they read in history books. To get within striking distance of the vice-presidency, Mr. Ludlow decided that he should lift himself out of the obscurity of the lower house and into the limelight of the upper house of congress. And so, after hitching his wagon to a star, Louis started “pointing” for the senate. The senatorial seat to which Louis at present aspires is that now held through the gift of the Ku-Klux Klan, by Arthur R. Robinson. Two years ago, Mr. Ludlow was just as earnestly in pursuit of the seat then held by Senator James E. Watson and now filled by Senator Frederick Van Nuys. Then, just as now seems to be the case, Louis’ voice was the one crying the loudest for Louis’ nomination. But Mr. Ludlow’s name was not even placed before the 1932 state nominating convention, and indications are that history may repeat itself.

Representative Ludlow's trouble two years ago was that he had his eyes so focused election that he missed the nomination. By voting for the Smoot-Hawley tariff, when it was passed by the house, he may have ingratiated himself with Republican voters. But he thereby eliminated himself as a possible opponent to Jim Watson, for he failed to get back in the good graces of the Democrats by voting against the tariff bill in its final form. Louis seems to have made again the same mistake of catering too strongly to general election votes, and thereby antagonizing those who will be delegates to the Democratic nominating convention. For it is true that Louis has made an unmistakable play to the same elements from which spring the so-called Robinson strength. Like Mr. Robinson, Representative Ludlow voted against beer and against prohibition repeal, despite the pledges of the 1932 Democratic state and national platforms. Mr. Ludlow’s record should make him as much a fairhaired boy of the drvs as is Senator Robinson. But what good can that do Louis if he fails of the nomination? ana UNLIKE Senator Robinson, Mr. Ludlow voted for the President Roosevelt’s economy law. Economy, in the abstract, is a religion with Louis. But the pension-seeking among the war veterans hardly could hold the economy law vote against Mr. Ludlow. For since then, he has, like Senator Robinson, voted for a number of emasculatory amendments to that law. And, like Senator Robinson, Mr. Ludlow’ voted for the bonus bill. Louis has learned that, in politics, it is easier to preach economy than practice it. It was on the last veterans’ vote when he matched Senator Robinson's record by voting to override the Presidents veto of the independent offices appropriations bill, that Louis apparently cut himself off from the possibility of senatorial nomination. Indiana Democracy, rent asunder by factional controversies revolving around the state administration. must make its campaign this year on a “support Roose-

your request to see Marianne Leigh's answer is rendered quite unnecessary by my previous determination to shew it to you, which I shall do immediately on receiving it—that is to say, if I receive any at all. If I know anything of her art or disposition however you are mistaken in supposing that her remarks will be directed against yourself. I shall be the mark at which all the anger and spleen will be directed —and I shall take it very quietly, for whatever she may say I shall positvely decline to enter into any further controversy with her. I shall have no objection to break a lance, paper or otherwise, with any champion to whom she may please to entrust her cause, but I will have no further correspondence or communication with her personally or in writing. I have copied the note and done up the parcel which will go off by the first Clayton Coach tomorrow morning. And now to the object of my present note. I have considered and reconsidered the matter, and I have come to the .unqualified determination that I will allow no feeling of pride, no haughty dislike to making a conciliation to prevent by expressing it without reserve. I will advert to nothing that has passed; will not again seek to excuse any part I have acted or to justify it by any course you have ever pursued; I will revert to nothing that has ever passed between us—l will only openly and at once say that there is nothing I have more at heart, nothing that I more sincerely and earnestly desire, than to be reconciled to you. It would be useless for me to repeat here what I have so often said before; it would be equally useless to look forward and state my hopes for the future — all that any one can do to raise himself by his own exertions and unceasing assiduity I have done, and will do. I have no guide by which to ascertain your present feelings and I have, God knows, no means of influencing them in my favor. I never have loved and I never can love any human creature breathing but yourself. We have had many differences, and we have lately been entirely separated. Absence, however, has not altered my feelings in the slight-

velt” slogan. How could that be done by heading the ticket with a man who voted to override a Roosevelt veto? Were Louis to be the nominee, his record of standing by the veterans’ bloc and the dry bloc would remove all reasons—if there are any—that any voter might possibly have for voting for Robinson. But a “support Roosevelt” campaign theme would not fit into a Ludlow-Robinson contest. Representative Ludlow has given much vocal support to Roosevelt. Senator Robinson has been just as vocal against Roosevelt. But, the record shows that Senator Robinson has voted for about as many, perhaps more, new deal measures than Mr. Ludlow has. ana Representative ludLOW'S vote to override the vote almost catapaulted him into a bitter primary battle for renomination. The Marion county Democratic organization leaders, still remembering Louis’ obstreperousness in connection with the Smoot-Haw’ley bill, made an eleventh-hour attempt to center upon a candidate to oppose Louis in the congressional nomination. But the hand-picked opponent backed dow r n, and Louis will get the nomination by default. Hence, Louis is free to work for the senatorial nomination, and today is as bristly with lightning rods as a porcupine with quills. Louis is the “forgotten man” of this administration so far as patronage is concerned. Other Indiana congressmen were allowed to choose the postmasters in their respective districts. Louis wanted to name the Indianapolis postmaster, but, unluckily for him. the lot of choosing the Indianapolis postmaster fell to Senator Van Nuys, because Indianapolis is Van Nuy's home town, and it is traditional that a senator may pick the postmaster in his home town. Representative Ludlow’s candidate was Leroy Keach, and when he couldn't get the postmastership for Keach, he tried to “muscle in” on the senator's regular patronage and have Mr. Keach appointed head of the Home Owners’ Loan Corporation in Indiana. But again Louis w’as thrown for a loss. The job went

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est, degree, and the love I now tender you is as pure and as lasting as at any period of our former correspondence. I have now done all I can to remove our most unfortunate and to me most unhappy misunderstanding. The matter now of course rests solely with you, and you will decide as your own feelings and wishes direct you. I could say much for myself and I could entreat a favorable consideration on my own behalf but I purposely abstain from doing so because it would be only a repetition of an oft told tale and because I am sure nothing I could say would have the effect of influencing your decision in any degree whatever. Need I say that to me it is a matter of vital import and the most intense anxiety? I fear that the numerous claims which must necessarily be made on your time and attention next week will prevent your answering this note within anything like the time which my impatience would name. Let me entreat you to consider your determination well whatever it be and let me implore you to communicate it to me as early as possible As I am anxious to convey this note into the city in time to get it delivered today I will at once concluded by begging you to believe me, Yours sincerely, CHARLES DICKENS. a a tt nnHOSE who in their callow youth have written letters of like import, trying to patch up lovers’ quarrels, need no commentary on the volcanic state o: young Dickens’ mind while he awaited her answer. “It would be useless to look forward and state my hopes for the future.” If little Maria could have looked ahead, even three short years, and seen the future of this crest fallen lad, she would not have sent the “cold reproachful” answer that he vividly recalled in one of the series of letters he wrote her in after years. But alas! Maria pondered over the situation on Monday, and that evening when Kolle came, she gave him her reply to be delivered to Dickens. Kolle certainly carried a heavy mail in those last strenuous days. In Maria’s hasty note, she ig-

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to the senator's friend, E. Kirk McKinney. The two patronage defeats caused a breach between Representative Ludlow and Senator Van Nuys, and the first overture of peace came a few days ago when Mr. Ludlow arose in the house to deliver a speech praising the

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nored the ardent protestations, the flowery flights, even though she may still have loved him. Possibly she did—possibly she didn't. Who can say? It is a question every reader must decide for himself/ There is certainly nothing on the surface of these records to show that Dickens had much reason for encouragement. Henry Fielding said that the love of young girls is very capricious, uncertain and hard to understand. Dickens at least proved the truth of this observation. It will be seen that he was very reluctant to give up hope—much more so than most young men of his proud, sensitive nature would have been. It will perhaps be agreed by all that if Maria Beadnell had any real affection for him she used a negative method of expressing it. But after all, the question of whether she loved him or not is of minor consequence, compared to the important fact that he lavished his entire devotion upon her, and notwithstanding -her coldness and repeated affronts he cherished her image, unbroken and unforgotten through all the vicissitudes and triumphs of more than two decades. a a a YOUNG DICKENS seems to have done everything humanly possible to regain Maria's love; he even wrote some sort of reply to her last cruel note. What it was, none will ever know, for either Kolle did not deliver it or else she destroyed it; or possibly, as seems to have been her habit, she returned it to him. With wounded pride and aching heart he turned his back on all the Beadnells, with the exception of Anne, who on the next day was to become Mrs. Henry Kolle. (May 21. 1833.) The wedding over, the Beadnells saw no more of young Dickens. He bent his efforts harder than ever to forget the girl who, he firmly believed, had broken his heart and ruined his hopes. Shut out from social pleasures for a time, and certainly no longer required to compose long love letters, he turned his thoughts with fierce intensity to the idea of getting back at the Beadnell group by making an enviable position for himself. Selecting one of the short sketches he polished

senator’s work in behalf of antilynching legislation. That speech may have been prompted by sincere admiration for the skill with which the senator handled the anti-lynching subcommittee. The senator probably will have a considerable voice in determining who Indiana Democracy is to nominate for the other senatorial seat. Negro voters abound in Mr. Ludlow’s district. ana ALTHOUGH Representative Ludlow’s record in congress lacks any tinge of liberalism or of party regularity, he is widely considered the “best congressman Indianapolis ever had. Mr. Ludlow knows his way around Washington. He knows governmental machinery. He can and does perform those small chores that endear a congressman to his constituents. Mr. Ludlow has no equal when it comes to plugging for a veterans’ hospital in Indianapolis, for a navy order to name a spanking new cruiser after the city, to helping this or that company in his district get a government contract, to helping a constituent get a pension, to doing any of the thousand-odd things that congressmen are asked to do. He can “get things done.” When a constituent wants anything—a constituent to Louis is any one who lives anywhere in Indiana—it matters not at all to Louis whether he ever saw the constituent before, or whether the constituent is a Republican or a Democrat, and it seems to matter little to him what is the merit of the constituent’s cause. Mr. Ludlow is here to serve, and serve he will as long as his legs hold out. A recent example of Mr. Ludlow's zeal to serve a constituent

By George Clark

it a bit here and there, with the hope of getting it printed. It bore the title “A Sunday Out of Town.’ which he changed to “A Dinner at Poplar Walk.”—(lt is since known as “Mr. Minns and His Cousin.”) He put the little manuscript in an envelope, addressed it to the editor of the Monthly Magazine and, according to his own account, one evening at twilight he dropped it stealthily, with fear and trembling, “into a dark letter box, in a dark office, up a dark court in Fleet street,” and went on with his shorthand work. tt u tt SUMMER and autumn passed and when December came the sketch appeared in the pages of the Monthly Magazine. When he saw it “in all the glory of print,” he has told us in his own words: “I walked down to Westminster Hall and turned into it for half an hour because my eyes were so dimmed with joy and pride that they could not bear the street, and were not fit to be seen there.” The article truly proved to be the forerunner of a series that went on month after month; and the circle of “friends” at the Beadnells who had frowned on his love-making began to see themselves laughed at in his writings. Sometimes they were very little disguised, as for instance, “Mrs. Joseph Porter of Clapham Rise” was of course Mrs. John Porter Leigh, who lived at Lower Clapton and was the disagreeable mother of Marianne, the young busy-body who had helped Mr. and Mrs. Beadnell to shatter the gossamer dream of Maria and Charles. And very soon people began talking about this rising genius who continued to write, and the public continued to read with interest his “Sketches by Boz.” He moved from his family’s home in Bentick street to “rooms” in Furnical's Inn, where he set up a sort of bachelor quarters, more of a work shop than a home. WHAT HAPPENS TOMORROW Tomorrow’s episode marks a turnlnir poin in the dramatic life of Charles Dickens. The affair with Maria definitely ended, Dickens impulsively,, and to his later reeret, married another girl. (Copyright 1934, John F. Dille Cos.)

was his championship of the Keyless Lock Company’s lobby to prevent the postoffice department from erecting an equipment factory at Reedsville, W. Va. Louis won that fight. But it was a Pyrrhic victory. The department later disclosed that for years the Indianapolis concern had been chief beneficiary of a postoffice equipment rental business that cost the government thousands of dollars and yielded the company rental profits far in excess of the value of the equipment. Unfortunately, that Reedsville project was a particular job of both the President and Mrs. Roosevelt. Lcfcis will not be forgiven soon. a a a T OUIS thrives on hard work, but he can stand work and criticism. For more than a quarter century he was a Washington newspaper correspondent, and had plenty of work to do and a few worries. Was it his driving ambition to become a vice-presi-dent some day that forced him to take the fatal step? In the Congressional Directory. Louis boasts that he “was the first newspaper correspondent in the history of the country to go directly from the press gallery to a seat in congress.” It is safe to predict that not one of Louis’ former colleagues of the press—having witnessed his suffering on the altar of ambition—ever will try to follow in his footsteps.

WILLIAM H. WOODIN BURIED IN BERWICK, PA. Brief, Simple Services Held for Former Treasury Head. By United Press BERWICK, Pa., May 7. The body of William H. Woodin, first | secretary of the Treasury in Presi- | dent Roosevelt’s cabinet, was buried in Pine Grove cemetery here yesterday. Thousands, including many of Mr. Woodin’s boyhood friends and neighbors, were at the cemetery for the brief, simple services. TWO DIE IN BUS CRASH 16 Others Are Hurt as Vehicle Hits Freight at Fremont, O. By United Press FREMONT, 0., May 7.—The bodies of two women killed in a bus crash at Clyde, 0., were returned today to New York and New Jersey for interment. The bus driver and two Pennsylvanians were on the critical list. Thirteen others were less seriously hurt when an eastbound Great Eastern bus struck an electric freight. The dead were: Mrs. Gracella B. Shank, New York, and Miss Gladys Freeman, 23, North Bergen, N. J. KIDNAPED, BOY REPORTS 13-Year-Old Says He Was Slugged and Robbed of Clothes. Howard Peterson, i.3, of 1134 Broadway, was slugged, kidanped and robbed of his clothing last night, he reported to police. He said he was walking on Park avenear near St. Clair street when a young man pulled him into an automobile and beat him into unconsciousness. Police took the boy home in a borrowed bathrobe. Fur Coat Taken From Car Thieves twisted the lock from an automobile belonging to N. B. Tilman, 970 Campbell avenue, last night and stole a $125 fur coat, belonging to Katherine Vogel, 5903 Pleasant Run boulevard.

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Fdir Enough LOUISVILLE. Kv.. May 7.—The social phase of the Kentucky Derby has developed rapidly. Along toward sundown of the night before the horse race, as the citizens began to pile bark into city from the routine heats at Churchill Downs, repartee and rippling laughter sounded through the roomv air shaft of the Brown hotel, which is the local Waldorff. “Well. Mugg,” a voice demanded, “what are you

looking at?” This was a lady's voice from over yonder where a feminine figure was revealed against the light. The lady was strapped into her armor and was enameling her features before her mirror. She seemed an average sort of lady. “I wish you wouldn't ask me that,” said a gent’s voice from another window. “From here I think I am looking at a very beautiful girl, but I am easily fooled. Could you be interested in a little something in the way of a stimulating beverage before dinner?” At this point the lady's window shade came down. The in-

cident is only a fragment, for other voices were sounding across the airshaft, the rather tiny voices of ladies being informal and the raw voices of gents in the social mood of the Kentucky Derby. Before dark, the crash of bottles began to be heard in the airshaft and the tinkle of glass splinters against the brick walls. This is the court into which some of A1 Capone’s young men from Cicero, 111., hove a radio cabinet on Derby night a few years ago because it wouldn’t play “Mother Machree” on demand. o a tt Bottle Heavers There IF walls could speak and could be induced to tattle they colud sell their reminiscences for something very appreciable. The barrage continued. It is strange about that. The Louisville hotels have bars now and waiters go tearing through the halls with trays of juleps, cocktails, and tall gin drinks of the hot weather type. Yet the citizens, possibly from force of habit, had brought bottles of their own. Or. maybe they had just brought empties of their own strictly for throwing purposes. The throwing bottle concession in a Louisville hotel ought to be worth something, too, a few years from now, when the citizens get out of the habit of toting their own. There is something resoundingly fine about the crash of a bottle on a concrete pavement several stories down, accompanied by a yell of “whooppee” or “yippee.” It makes a man of a man for an hour once a year. There are advantages and disadvantages in rooms in the Louisville hotels at Derby time when large numbers of citizens tear loose from their problems at home and come boiling into a neutral city to drink dull care under the table. On the court the merriment goes along to the crash of glass until maybe 2 or 3 in the morning with an occasional challenge to an informal fight downstairs in the lobby. I do not think these fights are very good because I never have heard of any demand for return matches. a a a Time Out at 3 BUT, on the court side the hardest of them generally have hollored themselves out of voice and run out of throwing material or dropped unconscious or wandered out to the lawless Indiana bad lands across the Ohio river to gamble their money away; by 3 a. m. After 3 a. m. it is pretty fair sleeping on the airshaft side. On the street side, the sleeping generally is not very bad during the evening and the early hours of the morning. The street cars clatter familiarly and there may be an occasional yowl from a pack of party people reeling out of the dairy lunch under the influence of fried egg sandwiches up to 1 a. m. But the street side is fair sleeping territory until along toward 5:30 when the newsboys begin their hollering and the mildewed bums with the long shot specials go into action on the corners. The mildewed bums with the long shot specials do not seem to play their own specials in the parimutuels. Otherwise why would they always be mildewed bums year after year? Or maybe they do and that is why. tt tt tt Whisky Making Disgusting POSSIBLY this is reaching a long way out into space for a topic, because sleep seems to be an infant industry hereabouts and John Fitzgerald, a distinguished horse reporter, mottoed up the situation when he sad, some years ago, “I don't sleep long, but sleep awful fast.” I visited a distillery which is turning out 15,000 gallons of whisky a day and marveled again at the dumbness of the prohibition people who tried to convert the citizens by luring them to church when the thing to have done to disgust them forever with whisky was to take them touring through the fumes and bubbling corruption of a plant where the stuff is made. (Copyright, 1934, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

Your Health BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN

YOUR skin is living tissue —not only just an envelope which covers your body. Hence, like the other living tissue of which the human being is composed, the skin tends to regulate fairly well Its own condition. Most persons have found that, with a reasonable amount of cleanliness, the skin gets along quite well. Because of this fact, they try to treat their own diseases of the skin or any damage which may occur to it, without realizing that neglect sometimes may be fatal, and without realizing that the medicine may do more harm than if nothing at all were applied. Thus, in older persons a cancer may begin as a small ulcerated spot or as a small lump in the breast. Any attempt to treat such a lesion with an ointment or salve is a form of neglect which in most instances will result fatally. a a a INDISCRIMINATE use of ointments or lotions for relief of all sorts of facial blemishes, skin diseases. superfluous hair, itching, sweating, burning and similar symptoms is almost certain to lead to trouble. Some of the common remedies for athlete’s foot damage the skin so severely that the condition spreads instead of being eliminated. Although many remedies used for superfluous hair work for a while, others are strong poisons and can produce exceedingly serious symptoms. One of the drugs for superfluous hair has already been reported as causing cases of paralysis and inflammation of the nerves. a a a AMONG the substances most frequently used on the skin is cold cream. Certain skins are so dry that extra cream must be rubbed in to keep them pliable and be flexible. Here, however, it is unnecessary to have any fancy compound. The simple cold cream that is included in the United States Pharmacopoeia is as good as any. Most blemishes of the skin are not due to something in the skin itself or something coming from without, but due to the poor condition of the blood of the person concerned. Resistance of the skin is broken down by bad habits of diet and of cleanliness. Good hygiene with plenty of fresh air, exercise and a reasonable amount of cleanliness will be as good for pimples and blackheads, as almost anything that can be rubbed upon the skin.

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