Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 5, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 May 1934 — Page 15

Means io Me HEYWOOD BMUN I WAS forced to interrupt my tour of America on account of the occurrence of Mother’s day Sunday and also because I have a bad toothache. I hope they’ll give me novocaine for that. At the moment I wouldn't even like the Grand Canyon. However, this short trip home gives me an opportunity to look over the town and observe what changes have taken place. No changes have taken place. But I have learned one thing, which I should have known a long time ago. There is a distinct and separate sort of

psychology set apart from the mental processes of all other individuals. It is. for want of a better name, columnar cerebration. It makes no difference whether the columnist is communist, bourgeois or capitalistic. Step on his toe and he will react in precisely thp same way. There is a brotherhood of the by-line which sweeps aside all class distinction. You can not be a columnist for a day, a week, or twenty years without developing an ego sensitivity quite unwarranted by your position in the community. Instead of recognizing yourself as a sea-girt island you become a peninsula or even a continent.

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Heywood Broun

Any unfriendly reference to your work becomes, according to your economic position, an attack upon the Constitution of the United States, the bill of rights, or the doctrines of Carl Marx Next to the British empire columnists are the greatest territory grabbers in the world. a a a From One Who Has Sinned I AM well aware of my own sins, although I am negligent in correcting them. When somebody writes in to say he reads me with high disdain and complete boredom I never look for the mote in my own eye. but.set the client down as a reactionary stuffed shirt whom I ddight to displease. The idea that somebody could agree with my point of view and still dislike the stuff never enters my head. At least it has not until this moment. I will have to take the matter under advisement. Os course, it was not sheer introspection which led me into these introductory remarks. I am moved to write about the columnar ego by a fellow toiler over in the left hand corner of the vineyard. Some little time ago I ventured a mild criticism of Sender Garlin, w ho handles the capital “I’s” in the “Change the World!” feature in the Daily Worker. I undertook to refute not the slightest stipulation of Marx, Lenin or Earl Browder. I merely said that in my opinion Mr. Garlin had written an addled piece for the paper I came back to town just in time to read the responses. There have been three already, one by Maxw’ell Bodenheim. the Greenwich Village poet; one b\ John Howard Lawson, the experimental playwright. and one by Sender Garlin. the columnist in question. These articles, if laid end to end run well over two columns. I am flattered, but also aghast and dismayed. I do not rate it. a a a Skimping the Workers THE DAILY WORKER is a publication supported by the toilers of America and dedicated to the cause of promoting the proletarian revolution in America and throughout the world. In a sadly maladjusted community the Daily Worker should find much to write about, and generally does. As one of its regular subscribers and faithful readers I object to its fiddling while the labor movement burns. I pay my 3 cents a day to find out what is happening in the printers’ strike in Paterson. N. J., on which the Worker gives me less than half a column, and similar subjects. I am not interested in the sins of Heywood Broun or the virtues of Sender Garlin. I am not very much interested even when Sender Garlin himself does the pointing with pride and the viewing with alarm. And may I appeal from the editors and columnists of the Daily Worker to the rank and file and ask what earthly interest the American worker has in the opinion of the author of "Replenishing Jessica” about Heywood Broun or the opinion on the same subject which is held by the dandy little dramatist who wrote "Gentlewoman.'’ If you were a striking longshoreman in Seattle, Wash., what would you care? I can think of nothing which would seem to you of less importance, unless possibly what Heywood Broun thought of Maxwell Bodenheim or John Howard Lawson. (Copvrieht. 1934. bv The Times!

Today's Science BY DAVID DIETZ

THE discovery of great clouds of galaxies, clouds containing tens of ihousands of galaxies, each one of which is in itself a collection of billions of stars, announced by Dr. Harlow Shapley, director of the Harvard college observatory. Dr. Shapley made his announcement in London, England, where he had been invited by the Royal Society. England's most famous scientific society, to deliver the annual Darwin lecture, one of the highst honors in the world of science. Dr Shapley spoke upon “Some Structural Features of the Metagalaxy.’’ It. was based upon studies of the distant spiral nebulae which have been carried on by Dr. Shapley and his associates at the Harvard observatory and at the South African station of the observatory. Our own system of stars, the milky way, is known to astronomers as a galaxy. At immense distances from our own galaxy are objects which look in the telescope like the pinwheels shot off on Fourth of July. Originally called spiral nebulae, they are known now to be galaxies of stars not unlike our own milky way. It has been known now for several years, chiefly through the work of Drs. Shapley and Hubble that these galaxies are often found in groups of from a half dozen or so to several nundred. To these groups. Dr. Shapley - *ve the name of supergalaxies. He uses the term “metagalaxy"’ to designate the entire visible universe. an tt A STUDY of the distribution of galaxies has led to an indication of very extensive concentration in certain regions of the skv. Dr. Shapley told his listeners. These clouds of galaxies are very’ much larger than the supergalaxies, he said. Whereas the largest, of the supergalaxies contains a few hundred individual galaxies, these newly discovered clouds of galaxies contain tens of thousands. A supergalaxy of the largest size known will have a diameter of about half a megaparsec. A mega parsec is a unit of measure which astronomers have found necessary in dealing with the universe at large. Within our galaxy, the familiar yardstick is the light year, the distance light travels in one year. It is six trillion miles. It takes 3.260.000 light years to make one megaparsec. If you want the figure in miles, it is twenty quintillion miles. The newly discovered clouds of galaxies have diameters of as much as fifty megaparsecs, Dr. Shapley said. There are wide irregularities in the way in which the galaxies are scattered in space. The Harvard survey of distant nebulae has covered the distribution of galaxies in space to a distance of about a hundred million light years. a a a r I 'HIS survey of space has brought to light many -i- thousands of previously unknown galaxies. Dr. Shapley said. Studies made at the South African station have revealed to date 107.000 new galaxies, he said. Observations made at the Oak Ridge station, which is located a few miles from the Harvard observatory in Cambridge. Mass., have revealed new galaxies, although not nearly so many. About 8,000 new ones have been found there. In order to determine the way in which these galaxies are scattered in space, the Harvard observers have made determinations, to date, of the brightness of about 20.000 of the newly discovered galaxies. The Harvard survey, one of the most extensive ever undertaken by an observatory, is known technically as the Eighteenth Magnitude Survey, because it includes all objects down to the faintness of an eighteenth magnitude star.

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE! Outlaws Live Briefly in Glory; Find Trail Has One End —Doom

Thin i the fourth of six absorbing s toriea on the nation’s notorious outlaws whoso rrhnson rareert have been halted by bullet, rope, and prison bars, and present-day “most-wanted’’ criminals, their records and detailed descriptions. a a a BY WILLIS THORNTON NEA Service Staff Correspondent THE United States department of justice and thousands of peace officers all over the country have placed about a dozen names at the top of their list. Each of these targets of the law has a long, unpaid score io settle, and on each is being brought to bear new weapons, both physical and legal. Department of justice men in Chicago have just received an arsenal of new’ machine guns more powerful and deadly than any ever used in peace time—guns that will kill at three miles, and pierce bulletproof vests or glass, or rip straight through a w’hole automobile engine to find their target. Passage of ten new laws by congress is almost certain, their aim being to give the federal government more power in helping states track down today's interstate criminals. The department's best men have taken the field, co-ordinating local authorities in the hunt. The fate of the “most-wan ted” men and women today seems certain to be no better than the fate of similar outlaws in the past. Far up at the head of the department of justice’s list of wanted criminals stand two young men, scarcely more than boys, each of whom has blazed a trail of murder and lawlessness which forced society to

protect itself by stringent means. Clyde Barrow is only 24 years old. but twelve murders have been ascribed to him within the last two years. He is the finest example of the personally insignificant drug store cowboy and cheap auto thief who suddenly finds that firearms, when used without trace of scruple, give him importance. A few' years ago that is just what Barrow was, and that is what he is essentially today —a cheap hoodlum who never dared anything more desperate than stealing chickens or autos. His brother, Marvin (Buck) Barrow, older by eight years, was considered far tougher than Clyde. a a a CLYDE had sawed out of the Waco (Tex.) jail, but had been returned from Middletowm, O. Though he was a “model” prisoner, he showed his aversion to work by deliberately cutting h s foot with an ax so he would not have to do the “hard labor” to w’hich he had been sentenced. A tender-hearted Governor paroled him. A succession of robberies followed almost immediately, and then late one night a Hillsboro <Tex.) merchant was awakened by a knock at the door. He recognized the youngsters who stood at the door and said they W’anted some guitar strings. He admitted them. Suddenly they drew guns, forced him to open his safe, and, when he had opened it, shot him dowm in the presence of his horrified wife. a a a THEIR petty loot was S4O in cash and $2,500 in jewelry. But the wife of the storekeeper identified the pair as Clyde Barrow and Raymond Hamilton. They were murderers—marked men—and after that their nervous trigger fingers alw’ays closed before they thought. Murder followed murder as they dodged across the country, evad-

TODAY and TOMORROW o u a a a a By Walter Lippmann

SPEAKING yesterday in the second lecture of the series which he is delivering under the title, “The Method of Freedom,” on the Edwin Lawrence Godkin Foundation at Harvard university, Walter Lippmann said that the great issues of modern statecraft turned on the manner in which the state discharges its obligation to the people for their standards of life.

The great issues of the contemporary world, as between conservatives and progressives. Fascists, Communists and social Democrats, have to do w’ith the kind of collectivism, how it is to be established, in whose interests, by whom it is to be controlled and for what ends. But about the underlying premise of all these policies, which is that the continuity of an ordered life is a collective responsibility, there is no debate. Mr. Lippmann pointed out that the military pattern is the basic pattern of any directed social order whether it be Communist or Fascist. If a multitude of people is to act according to a definite plan, it must be militarized. That to say; centralized decision muST replace distributed decisions. There must be a hierarchy of officers, or, if you like, officials, and a rank and file of privates. The officers must command. The privates must obey. In place of argument, persuasion, bargaining, and compromise among individuals, there must be orders and the disciplined acceptance of those orders. It is inconceivable that among multitudes the free choice of individuals could be brought into agreement upon a comprehensive plan, or that a multitude of individuals who were free to co-operate or to stand apart could voluntarily carry out a national plan. If the social order is to be planned, it has to be directed as it is in w r ar time or in great emergencies, and the liberty of private transactions has to give way to regimentation. a a a AN iron discipline is needed to make millions of people behave according to a plan. They do not naturally co-ordinate themselves properly. Absolution is not merely incidental to a directed economy in its early phases. It is the basic principle of a directed economy. It is only by abolishing freedom of choice in the disposal of labor and income and savings that production can be directed according to a unified plan and the supply of all things brought into perfect adjustment with the demand for them. Thus, if there is freedom to choose an occupation, there is*no likelihood whatever that every one will choose just that occupation which fits the plan. Under freedom there will be overcrowding in some occupations and lack of manpower in others. Successful planning Is even more impossible where men have freedom to choose what they will buy, that is to say. freedom to determine what kind of life they will make for themselves out of the products of their labor. For then the planner must

ing pursuit and trying to steal a living. At times they separated; once Barrow liberated Hamilton from the Eastham prison farm in Texas, lying in ambush for a wood cutting party, and mowing down guards with a machine gun. He and Hamilton teamed with one Bonnie Parker, herself a tough gun girl, and with his brother Buck and his wife. Repeatedly they shot their way out of police traps, never hesitating to take other men’s lives when their own liberties seemed in danger. They romanticized their own careers, took snapshots of themselves in desperado poses, and Bonnie Parker even wrote illiterate poetry about a fictitious “Suicide Sal.” a a a LAST July the gang shot its way clear of a posse at Platte City, but Marvin was wounded in the head. When their next brush with the law came at Dexter, la., Marvin was again shot, this time fatally. But Clyde Barrow, Hamilton, and Bonnie Parker escaped. Rumors of them crop up every time there is a shooting scrape in any part of the country, for the characteristic of this gang has been never to “hole up” anywhere, but to keep on the move. “Pretty Boy” Floyd is a horse of another color. He is no hysterical. romantic kid. but a mature and desperate man, crafty and calculating. By a dozen murders. Floyd, too, has put himself in the position where he has nothing to lose by killing, and freedom to gain. Floyd is a bandit in the Oklahoma tradition of the Dalton boys and A1 Jennings. Though he has operated all over the country, and might appear at any place, any time, he has a “base” in the wild hill country of eastern Oklahoma, around Salilisaw.

make guesses about the preferences of the people, and he might guess wrong. This problem does not arise in a country lijte Russia where the population is so poor that practically all income has to be spent on the obvious necessities of existence. Since the demand for staples is greater than the supply, the producer can sell what he makes. a a a BUT once a people has risen above the level of subsistence to the level where it has income to spend for comforts and luxuries, the caprices of individual taste become extremely disconcerting to the planning commissioners. He concluded his analysis of the principles of a directed economy by saying that it is no accident that wherever and whenever planned collectivism has been instituted, in all countries during the war in the post-war dictatorships it has required censorship, espionage and terrorism to make it work. What else can one expect? How else, except by suppressing the liberties of individual men, is the will of the officials to prevail without let or hindrance from the wills of individual men? From this he turned to what he called the principles of a “compensated economy or a free collectivism” which, he said, is the method being worked out among the English-speaking peoples. “It is a method of social control which is not laissez faire, which is not communism, which is not fascism, but the product of their own experience and their own genius. a a a “T shall call it the method of free JL collectivism. It is collectivist because it acknowledges the obligation of the state for the standard of life and the operation of the economic order as a whole. It is free because it preserves within very wide limits the liberty of private transactions. "Its object is not to direct individual enterprise and choice according to an official plan, but to put them and keep them in a working equilibrium. Its method is to redress the balance of private actions by compensating public action.” The post-war economic cycle had demonstrated, he said, that individual decisions were not sufficient to create a lasting prosperity and that individuals could not endure the remedy of individual adjustment. “It follows that If Individuals are to continue to decide when they will buy and sell, spend and borrow and lend, expt.nd and

INDIANAPOLIS, THURSDAY, MAY 17, 1934

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WANTED CLYDE CHAMPION BARROW, aliases CLYDE BARROW. ELVIN WILLIAMS. sp. MS Vj I §aß|; **#&%&&**' J|p||f| w Ty && DESCRIPTION ajjjpP'" Height: 5 feet 7 inches. Weight: 150 pounds. ' Hair: Dark brown, probably dyed black at present. es: Hazel. Tattoo marks: Shield and anchor with U. S. N. on right outer forearm; girl’s bust, left inner forearm. (Fingerprint is that of Barrow’s right index finger.)

There Floyd has many friends, who are glad to help in concealing him from the law. His wife and young son live in an attractive bungalow in Tulsa, and he has visited them there in direct defiance of pursuers. a a a FLOYD never went beyond the sixth grade. He hated work, like all outlaws. He hung around the poolrooms and small-town joints of Sallisaw. He drifted to the harvest fields, but had no stomach for toil, and a St. Louis pay roll stickup looked better to him. He served four years for this crime and in 1929, on his release, blossomed out as a full-fledged desperado and bank robber.

contract their enterprises, some kind of compensatory mechanism to redress their liability to error must be set up by public authority,” he said. “It has become necessary to create collective power, to mobilize collective resources, and to work out technical procedures by means of which the modern state can balance, equalize, neutralize, offset, correct the private judgments of masses of individuals. This is what I mean by a compensated economy and the method of free collectivism. “It is a conception which is not spun out of abstract theory. It is rather an induction from many experiments actually undertaken. The oldest example of the method is to be found in the operation of a highly developed central bank. The function of such a bank is to correct the decisions of the member banks. It is supposed to contract credit when they show a tendency to over-expand credit, and to make credit abundant when they are making it scarce.” (Copyright. 1934) Guests Searched for Stolen $250 Guests at the home of Mrs. Charline Trumber, 19, of 802 North Riley avenue, were searched last night after she told police that a coin purse containing $250 had been stolen.

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“We don’t know many people. .I’m not a very good mixer.”

WANTED CHARLES ARTHUR FLOYD, aliases FRANK MITCHELL, PRETTY BOY SMITH B§ JfHßpli j|g A EBSPs WT IPI <*w 111 DESCRIPTION a Height: 5 feet 8?4 inches. Weight: 155 pounds. Complexion: Medium. Eyes: Gray. Tattoo marks: Nurse’s face in midst of rose. Vaccination. Dress: Fond of good clothes, and usually appears clean shaved and well-dressed. (Fingerprint is that of Floyd’s right index fingear.J @

After several “jobs,” he was caught in Ohio and sentenced to fifteen years for a Toledo bank robbery. This sentence still hangs over his head, unserved, for he escaped on his way to the state penitentiary. Lightning on the draw, Floyd is also tricky, and has killed at least two peace officers, by distracting their attention while they had the drop on him, then shooting them down. a a a IN the Oklahoma hills, Floyd has become a legend, and there are tall “Robin Hood” tales of his benefactions to the poor. His holdups are almost always pulled off in flamboyant style, without masks, and though he usually carries and can operate a

The— DAILY WASHINGTON MERRY-GO;-ROUND By Drew Pearson and Robert S. Allen -

WASHINGTON, May 17. —The shaggy-maned senator from Idaho, William Edgar Borah, makes it a habit to practice his speeches aloud before delivery. For hours he paces the floor droning to himself. The other day a visitor opened the door of Borah’s office, found him in the not unusual preoccupation of rehearsing a speech. But before Borah on the desk was a copy of “The American Mercury” from which the senator had been reading. Noting his visitor’s curious gaze, Borah quickly turned the magazine upside down, but not before the visitor noted the article. It was: “The Planless Roosevelff-Revolution,” by Lawrence Dennis, propagandist for American Fascism. In the article are such statements as: “Roosevelt has shown himself a master showman, but not a master builder. . . . Borrowing, currency devaluation and the dole do not constitute a social system. ... A social revolution can not be conducted by a genial personality. . . . While Mr. Roosevelt beams and caresses, he goes on undoing the American system. . . . is a certain piquancy to the idea of a revolution being conducted by people who don’t know what they are doing, but the result is likely to be a mess.” Note—As soon as congress is over, Borah plans a nation-wide speaking tour to tell the people what he thinks of the new deal. a a a a a a SARTORIALLY, Senator James Hamilton Lewis may still be the sparkling star of old. But from the point of tact he is slipping. At Chevy Chase Club, the Davis cup matches were under way. In a mustard-colored cutaway coat suit, the famous Illinois senator circulated through the crowd, bowing low to every one. Finally, he spied a prominent Washington manufacturer with a lovely young iady on his arm. n

By George Clark

machine gun, all his murders have been done with the automatic. Several efforts have been made by friends of Floyd, who realize that he will be shot sooner or later, to arrange his peaceful surrender on the government's promise that he will not have to pay the penalty for his murders. But Governor Murray has turned down all such offers, adding grimly. “We’ll get him.” Floyd and Barrow have "gotten away’with it “for a long time. The reckoning must be drawing closer every day. Next—Despite a fine record in capturing thugs who practice that most contemptible of crimes —kidnaping—federal agents want very much to meet five men and women who are still at large. Read their descriptions next.

Jim Ham effused. Quoth he: ‘My good fellow, it has been years since I've seen you. How you young people do grow up! It’s almost unbelievable that you’re marreid.” “I've been married a long, long time,” replied the gentleman. With great flourish, the Illinoisan continued. “With a wife so very young, you couldn’t have been married so very long ago.” “This isn't my wife, Senator. It’s my daughter.” a a tt CHARLES EDISON, son of the late inventor, now president of the Thomas A. Edison industries, has been serving for the past month as staff executive in the office of the national emergency council. . . . Edison is assisting in preparing the plans for the President's home modernization and construction program. . . . The recent Kentucky derby proved Big Jim Farley as good a picker of race horses as of Presidents. . . . Jim had a SIOO bet on Cavalcade and collected a neat purse. . . . The quarrel between John F. Sinclair, New York lawyer, and Clarence Darrow, which finally led to the former's resignation from the NRA review board (Little-Man-What-Now Board) —was over no real fundamental difference of opinion. . . . Sinclair is no less a critic of the NRA than Darrow. . . . But both are prima donnas. . . . Sinclair, an aggressive individual undertook to run the board. Darrow, although over 70, insisted on being chairman in fact as well as in name. Result, a constant wrangle, with the veteran criminal lawyer finally easing his younger competitor out of the picture. (Copyright. 1934, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

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Fdir Enough ml mir TtATEMPHIS, Term., May 17. —For many hours I have been promising myself to write for posterity the memories of my life on the Mississippi, which began at 4:35 Sunday afternoon at Memphis when I went aboard the towboat Louisiana of the Mississippi Valley Barge Line and ended Monday evening about twenty miles up-river where some young government engineers working on a dredge, took me off and sent me back to town. Hey-ho, that was the life, out there on the father of waters, and. as that phase of my career recedes

into the past, I still feel the lure of the old river and hear, in my dreams, the leadsman's singsong cry, like that of the Sicilian yelling “Strawberries” in the alley, “A Quarter Less Twain.” I hear him sing “A Quarter Less Twain” and hear him spank himself on the nude meat of his chest and remark something about the dam mosquitoes. This remark is uttered in his unofficial, personal voice, however, as distinguished from the ceremonial yodel in which he sings out the depth of the river to Mr. Falkenberg, the pilot. \<ho stands in a glass case up on the roof, twizzling his searchlights along the banks and over the

herd of barges which are bunting sluggishly along ahead of the Louisiana. a a a *Traditions?* Phooeg MR. FALKENBERG is a thin, polite man with a thin, polite voice, who never read Mark Twain’s life on the Mississippi, although he has heard people mention it, and never had heard until I brought the matter up that the Mississippi pilot is supposed to roar and bawl and curse even in wooing a lady or singing a baby to sleep. In fact, none of the hands on . the Louisiana had read Mark Twain’s life on the Mississippi and I will have to say that they all seemed pretty careless about the traditions of the river and their calling as they are given in the book. Captain Roy Clay, the master, who is a pilot himself of nineteen years experience, but dresses in the characteristic, white, shore-clothes of the south and rather favors the young merchant and civicleader in general appearance, was even less traditional. if possible, than Mr. Falkenberg. He was shaved three days under the skin and he often added the word "please” in addressing his mate, Mr. Ira Lloyd, through his megaphone, as the barges got contrary in the current at night and the deck force went scrambling forward to take up on the steel cables which bound them together. And Mr. Lloyd, himself, contrived to get his work done, even in the dark, with the big stupid floats of scrap-iron hauling this way and that, without resort to ungentlemanly remarks. a a a Where Are These Men? WITH the pick-and-shovel hands at Norris dam studying appreciation of music in their spare time and the steamboat men of the Mississippi river mouthing “please” and “thank you” and “may I be excused? on leaving the mess table, something certainly has come over the American he-man that Samuel Clemens and Jack London and Rex Beach claimed to know so well. In starting my life on the Mississippi, I decided that I would be as rough and he as possible on short notice and therefore went aboard the “Louisiana” with nothing but a toilet kit and a pint of bonded bourbon. I had been boning up on the Mark Twain version of this life and my whiskers were two days along, too. But, although Mark Twain told of river men who sat around at night drinking intoxicants out of a tincup which they filled from a gallon jug and singing coarse songs having to do with the more sordid phases of the beautiful sentiment of love, nobody on the Louisiana seemed much interested in my pint and the only song I heard was the chaste and high-minded “Let’s Fall In Love, Dear.” which came floating up through the ventilator from the engine room. The gentlemen of the ship’s company were shaved and laundered as clean as yachtsmen and Captain Clay, having noted the extent of my baggage, offered me the use of a set of his stylish pajamas. And, with something which I am afraid might have been an insinuation in his voice, he remarked that there was a shaving-light and mirror in the private bath connected with my suite. a a a He Wants Music 'T'HE truth is precious and I would not report f t had to drink the pinfc of Bourbon unassisted. but the captain and the pilot had no part m the preservation of this old river tradition. Mr. O'Neill, the ship’s writer, was mildly unhappy because the steamboat had had only four nights off the river since the first of the year and would not be in Memphis, as he had hoped, for the cotton carnival. But his complaint was not that he would miss the brawling and knifing and police trouble which the world has been led to regard as the favorite recreation of the steamboat man. Mr. O'Neill wished to be ashore in Memphis at carnival time because he had heard that Guy Lombardo would be playing a date in town with his fiddlers-three-and-somewhat and music is the favorite vice of Steamboat Bill O’Neill. Mr. Lloyd also pined for at least one day and preferably two ashore, but not in Memphis nor to hear Guy Lombardo, nor fdr any other purpose than to get himself measured for an issue of china teeth. He had gone ashore in New Orleans several weeks ago and two doctors had taken eighteen teeth out of his countenance, sending him back to the river equipped to cope with nothing more sturdy than orange juice, oatmeal and soup. Now if he could just have a day in New Orleans they could make a survey and build the replacements and mail them to him. general delivery, at Cairo or Caruthersville or hang them on a buoy in the channel where he could pick them up on one of his trips up and down the river. (Copyright. 1934. by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

Your Health “BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN -

THE latest tendency, under which I hope you haven't fallen, has been to group all disturbances of the bowls under the general term of colitis. This is due particularly to the fad that arose some years ago for washing out the bowels with all kinds of apparatus. Colon washing began to be exploited as a means of curing almost any kind of disease. If you’ll look up your history, however, you'll find, strangely enough, how these fads have repeated themselves from era to era. As long ago as 77 A. D., the Roman historian, Pliny, told how the Egyptians used to wash their bowels in exactly the same way that the method is exploited in our modern times. Again in the sixteen century, bowel washing had a terrific vogue and the French emperor, Louis XIV, is supposed to have taken several thousand such intestinal washings. nun IF you should go to a doctor with the announcement that you have colitis, the doctor is likely to suspect chronic appendicitis, inflammation of the gall bladder or almost any other disease. A real colitis means an infection and inflammation of the intestine, and that type of condition really is rare. There are, however, numerous cases of severe constiptation associated with irritation of the bowel. There are also cases in which persons have eaten too much roughage.

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