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FRIDAY, JUNE 22, 1934.

A WEIRD PROPOSAL T>UTTING the stock exchanges under federal regulation will he one of the great achievements of the Roosevelt administration —if and when it comes to pass. Why if and when? Because it will not come to pass until the regulatory commission provided by the Fietcher-Rayburn act has been named and is functioning. The manner in which it functions will tell whether or not the government has been taken from Wall Street back to Washington. And the manner of its functioning will depend almost wholly on the men the President names as commissioners. ' : In this connection there is a disturbing report abroad. It is that certain names seriously proposed for the commission are those of men now identified with the Stock Exchange. In other words, the President is asked to take his regulators from among the men to be regulated. In still other words, to invite the money changers to make themselves at home again in the temple. In the past the stock exchanges have talked a great deal of regulating themselves and they have been blamed for not actually doing so. The blame perhaps has been unfair, since by the very nature of things they could not regulate themselves in the public interest. The point of view from their side of the counter never could be the public point of view. But, so it is explained, it merely is proposed to name two brokers or investment bankers or some such representative of the stock exchange interest. The chairman and the other two men could be Simon-pure representatives of the public and they could outvote the stock exchange men three to two on any issue. The answer is then why have them &t all? Why have three of the members devoting their time to outvoting the other two? Work doesn’t get done that way. The commission which takes on the duties imposed by the stock exchange bill—as well as the truth-in-securities law, which thus far has been administered by the federal trade commission—has an administrative job, a big job and a hard job. It will not have the surplus time and energy to be also a debating society. In any case, the debate has been held. The subject was: Resolved, That the stock exchanges should be regulated by the public. And the affirmative won. Wall Street will have plenty of expensive and able special pleaders before the commission as cases arise; it should not have its special pleaders on the board. Yet that is what is being proposed to the President. REGRETTABLE THAT Dr. Thurman B. Rice was forced to use very plain language in addressing residents of New Bethel Wednesday night, is regrettable. The Times regrets the incident as much as Dr. Rice does. For the last week this newspaper has been urging co-operation on the part of New Bethel residents with county health authorities in attempting to halt the march of the typhoid epidemic there. Apparently these efforts were lost in the din of voices raised in protest against Indianapolis newspapers. In this day an epidemic of this or any Other type is news. An epidemic, as ever, challenges medicine and man and must be coped with immediately. 1 We no longer live miles from our neighbor. No longer are we confined with members of our families to one and two-room houses. No longer do we gaze over miles of barren waste that once separated us from other human habitations. U That era passed long, long ago. And it was the general impression that the provincial Inind faded with that era. There are, we are positive, men and women in New Bethel who realize the extent to which such an epidemic might spread, with its source at the very threshold of Indianapolis. At the meeting Wednesday night, a member of the audience demanded reporters be ousted. The Times was represented by two reporters, both of whom knew this paper's editorial policy, first in pleas that Marion county aid New Bethel and second in urging that the little community co-operate in the war to halt the epidemic. The newspapers of Indianapolis were charged with printing “filth and lies’’ about the epidemic. Os course, that is not true. Any one who has followed the newspaper fcoverage of the epidemic knows the absurdity bl such allegations. It was then that Dr. Rice decided to speak the truth. He told the assembled citizens that their town was one of the dirtiest in the state. He offered this as constructive criticism. He told the citizens that the state might move into New Bethel and take complete control of the battle against disease. That is for the state to determine. 5 His real thought went far deeper. He wants the citizens of New Bethel to refrain from clouding a serious issue with animosity against newspapers. He wants those people so think of their lives and the lives of their families. And he wants them to think and act immediately, using judgment that is not out of balance. REGIMENT IN REVIEW ANOTHER annual encampment of the G. A. R. has been concluded. Again the veterans of the Civil war have elected officers lor the state in their determination to carry on for another year. 1 Many of us will see the end of the G. A. R. *—the grand old organization that has carried |*rith it a brotherhood grown out of pain and misery of long ago. I To see the annual encampments attended ;| * ■V .

by fewer veterans each year is to see the gradual passing of a loyal group. Let’s hope that the G. A. R. lasts as long as humanly possible and the last of the veterans still will find many summers of meeting and talking under the shade trees of Indiana cities and towns. SUPERVISED PLAY THE playground season in Indianapolis now is under way. Thousands of children will take advantage of the play areas and the —■"nrrirg p” ' ’ ’•"•rhes. A staff of comc bending every effort to me’--' r'" one of valuable recreation and enjoyment for these thousands. The Times today prints the first of a series of playground columns which will appear twice each week during the summer. In these columns The Times will cover activities at the grounds as reported by the officials in charge. It is the duty of every person in the city to co-operate in keeping these grounds and swimming pools safe and profitable places for the children to spend the next several weeks. Every child who is permitted to play in these supervised areas will gain much in health and will be removed from the dangers of playing in streets or lots near thoroughfares loaded with traffic. EQUATOR TO ARCTIC WE thought we had this country pretty well built up with roads. Yet the PWA, CWA, and CCC found plenty of opportunity to build enough roads to girdle the globe, just in the last year. First we thought of roads from the point of view of the county. Then the state road was the model. Then the state road built with national assistance. Then came the great national highways, east and west, north and south. Nov. we begin to think of roads in terms of continents. War department engineers have found that the projected road from Seattle to Fairbanks, Alaska, is feasible. If put through, such road would lead to faster development of Alaska, and closer relations with Canada, both much to be desired. Further, it would connect eventually with the road now being pushed south from the Rio Grande. This fall such an all-weather road is expected to be completed from Laredo, Tex., to Mexico City. Later it is to be driven through to Central and South America. It will be a proud day for America when it has a road on which its people may drive from the equator to the arctic. No ‘“strategic highway” such as bellicose countries are fond of building, but a broad highway of peace, linking with a friendly tie the peaceful peoples of the western world. NEW DEAL IN WAR STATUES ORANGE, Mass., is going to have anew war memorial. But it isn’t going to have the usual grim khaki-clad figure rushing forward with fixed bayonet—not even the heroic and defiant soldier standing with helmet rakishly tilted and eyes uplifted. The model of the Orange memorial shows a seated soldier in trench cap and roll puttees, one arm about a young schoolboy, books under arm, who stands at his side. The soldier is telling the schoolboy a story—and from their attitudes you can see that it is no fantasy about the soldier’s personal heroism. The soldier plainly is telling the boy, not how he, too, may some day attain to military glory, but how he may help bring about a day when there shall be greater glories. And this will shine forth from the bronze figures. And who shall say that such a war memorial is less a memorial to the American soldier than those “Victories” and “Glories” that clutter France? STATES GET TOGETHER THE first interstate compact on labor legislation, just signed by the commissioners from seven northeastern manufacturing states, opens a fascinating vista. Regional interstate agreements are not new in America, as witness the six-state Colorado river pact, the New York-New Jersey Port Authority, some thirty other interstate agreements for economic action. Regional pacts by groups of states for the adoption of uniform labor laws is a novelty. In this first agreement the states of New York, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and Maine, their legislatures willing, undertake jointly to adopt “reasonably uniform standards.” They will not, for instance, permit an employer to hire a woman or minor under 21 at “unfair” or “oppressive” wages. To stabilize labor laws between the signatories an interstate commission, with federal representation, is set up. Here, it appears, are states seeking to apply to one another within an area of common economic interest the same theory industries are applying to themselves under the codes. Under an interstate labor code higher living standards can be maintained for all states, and chiseler states can be kept in line. In view of the need for all industrial code labor standards eventually to be written into state laws, the plan offers promise of great progress. Labor Secretary Frances Perkins has taken the leadership in calling interstate labor conferences all over the United States. There has been one in Atlanta for southern states, one in New England, one in the midwest. Conferences are planned for the Pacific coast, the southwest and other regions. It is to be hoped that out of these will come regional agreements similar to the one just signed. Here is an opportunity to work out understandings that avoid the evils of state competition without the necessity for federal intervention. WATCHFULNESS IN SUMMER A NY one who reads Indianapolis newspapers must have discovered by this time the arrival of the inevitable, tragic, summer feature —the news story telling how this or that person was drowned while bathing or boating at some summer resort. These stories are specially tragic because almost every accident of this kind is preventable. There are a few simple rules which will keep any swimmer safe. Every one who

goes into the water knows about them; every one who sends his child into the water knows about them; in almost every case, accidents come because one or another of these rules has been forgotten. The same is true of the use of boats. Accidents need not happen to persons in small boats; when they do, it usually is because someone has, for the moment, forgotten to use the care and foresight which operation of a small boat requires. These summer accidents are a startling memorial to our carelessness.

Liberal Viewpoint BY DR. HARRY ELMER BARNES —

NOT since his caustic- observations 'on the money-changers in his inaugural address has President Roosevelt risen to such heights of economic realism and social vision as he did in his message to congress on June 9. He here stated his conception of the minimum civilization and decency which any conscientious administration should strive to realize. “Three great objectives—the security of the home, the security of livelihood and the security of social insurance—are, it seems to me, a minimum of the promise that we can offer the American people. “They constitute a right which belongs to every individual and every family willing to work. They are the essential fulfillment of measures already taken toward relief, recovery and reconstruction.” I have read with considerable care a large number of representative editorials which have commented upon this unusual and realistic communication to congress. Outside of those that are committed enthusiastically to the New Deal through thick and thin, there is a pretty general tendency to describe the message as a well intentioned bit of rainbow chasing or amiable day dreaming on the part of our President, n EVEN a great American journal which is generally friendly to Mr. Roosevelt compared his pronouncement to the “unfulfilled promise of Lloyd George to make England a land fit for heroes to live in.” It suggested that Mr. Roosevelt is posing as “an advance agent of Utopia.” It seems to me that any such talk as this is the most transparent nonsense. The President’s message was, in reality, a realistic and a hardened statement. It merely shows that the President has both a conscience and some sense of social strategy. He was quite right when he said that his program represents the least that could be done by his administration for the citizenry of the United States. If a social and political system can not assure to every normal adult and self-respecting citizen a home, a job and security during periods of temporary unemployment, it deserves to be thrown out and replaced by anew order which will bring about such a minimum contribution to civilization and decency. After all, Mr. Roosevelt’s promises are not so far from Mr. Hoover’s declarations six years ago that poverty was to be abolished, two cars to be m every garage and a chicken in every pot. The great difference is that Mr. Roosevelt apparently recognizes that certain sweeping changes must be brought about in the old predatory and partisan system if such a happy day is ever to be realized. Not only is this outline of the social minimum of civilization sensible and realistic. It would be relatively easy to usher in if we were to apply science and social realism to its attainment. tt tt tt THE technocrats assured us that science and justice combined could give to every adult American the equivalent of $20,000 a year. Suppose they could only do one-fourth as well. An average income of $5,000 a year for every American adult would bring something better than mere shelter and a job. Under the old system, even at the height of its prosperity, 98.8 per cent of Americans were receiving less than $5,000 a year. Nevertheless, the son of the man who is perhaps the most prominent figure in American finance today is our authority for the statement that a $5,000 income for all adult Americans is a very sane and moderate estimate of what could be done if we really introduced the most efficient productive methods and assured a just distribution of the social income. Os one thing we may be sure. Sooner or later, the American people will demand what Mr. Roosevelt declares to be the minimum essentials of Mie New Deal. If the servants of capitalism and democracy do not bring about the realization of this social minimum, radicalism is bound to triumph and try its hand at a newer and more drastic method.

Capital Capers BY GEORGE ABELL

TALL, unassuming Baron Maurice Rothschild of France, senator from the Hautes Alpes and a power in French politics, ambled into Washington for a brief visit. Baron Rothschild called on French Ambassador Andre le Laboulaye. The envoy fell all over himself in order to be polite. “I must show you around town,” he observed genially. * “Thanks,” replied Rothschild. “I think I’d like to call on the President some time.” “H m m - m m!” said Laboulaye, stroking his chin. “Os course, that might be arranged, but —er —it’s rather difficult. I can take you down, however, to meet Mr. HulL” “Hull?” said Rothschild. “Who is Hull? Why should I meet Hull?” “Hull,” cried Ambassador Laboulaye. “Why, Mr. Hull is the secretary of state. He may be able to inti’oduce you to the President.” “Oh, don’t bother about that!” said Rothschild. “My good friend, Joe Robinson, is introducing me to the President.” There fell a brief silence. “Now,” said Envoy Laboulaye briskly, “I must take you to the senate. You ready should see the senate. I will give you a ticket to the diplomatic gallery. “Thanks a thousand times,” responded Rothschild, smiling. “But you see, I already have a seat on the floor of the senate. My good friend, Hiram Johnson, obtained one for me.” tt it it STILL smiling, still meeting “good friends” on every side, amiable Baron Rothschild meandered through a series of parties given in his honor. He was a guest at one party in Georgetown, at which a hospitable host presented him with a glass filled with crushed mint, whisky and ice. “This, Baron,” he said, “is a julep ... a mint julep.” Baron Rothschild gazed at the sunset through the twinkling facets of the amber glass. “Delicious!” he remarked, finally. “But, tell me—could I have a mint julep of my own making?” A special Julep was made for him (a Rothschild julep, it has been christened). It consists of mint, ice, and plain water. Rothschild does not drink. a a a THE diplomatic exodus which seems to have started in Washington, has spared one diplomat—the new Spanish Ambassador Senor Don Luis Calderon. Envoy Calderon—tall, thin, intellectual and spectacled—sits in his cool, high ceilinged library at the embassy and refuses to move. “Why should I move?” he said to friends, who urged him to leave the capital during the warm months. “The heat? I don’t mir.d the heat. I was in the tropics—the Philippines. North Africa . . . Why should I worry?” The new ambassador glanced toward the sunny patio of the embassy, and pointing to it: “I wouldn’t care to stay lqng out there,” he added. “It gets pretty hot in the patio.” So hot did the patio become that recently a pet alligator—Augustus—which used to swim gracefully in the patiq pool—turned up its pink toes and died. Ambassador Calderon will remain in Washington, but he will not venture into the embassy patio.

THJTOTOIANAPOLIS TIMES

(Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns. Make your letters short, so all can have a chance, limit them to SSO words or less.) tt tt tt CONGRATULATES EDITOR ON STEEL EPISODE By C. A. R. Asa reader of The Times, I wish to offer my congratulations to Talcott Powell for the manner in which he so recently escaped from the clutches of the steel mill guards. His experence, to say the least, was interesting. To him, the experience was no doubt more or less tinged with humor, but how easily it might have been otherwise. For example, like other venturesome newspaper men, he might have been prompted to Investigate at first hand the working conditions in those steel mills. He may have wanted to mingle with the steel workers in their homes, and perhaps if a strike was declared, he would take his place with the steel workers on the picket line, not protected with the credentials of a more or less prominent newspaper man. Then how easily his humorous experience might be turned into a near tragedy. How easily he could be placed in a position where his head would come into realistic contact with a club or a gun butt. Or, later, he could taste the gas that would be fired at him and his fellow pickets by Indiana’s national guard. He would become very, very sick, and as he nursed his injuries, he could have the satisfaction of knowing that as a taxpayer of the state of Indiana, he had helped purchase the gas. As he decried the methods used to break the strike, he perhaps would have the satisfaction of saying to himself: “Well, I don’t agree with this brutality, but I’ll have to grin and bear it because like thousands of others in this state, I now realize that the wallop I got on the head by the hireling of the steel trust, or the state authorities, is the echo of the vote I cast at the last election. But next time—well, what will I do the next time? That may depend upon how long the headache or the sick stomach lasts. a a GIRLISH MODESTY STILL EXISTS By Impolite Youth. To Old-Fashioned who wonders about the old girlish modesty: It seems to me that you were so busy looking at the young women’s bare backs trying to see what you couldn’t see that you had no time to look to their conduct. You ask, “Where is the old-fash-ioned girlish modesty?” Well, where was it in the first place? In a halfyard of dress goods on their backs? If you think these girls haven’t any modesty, approach one of them in the manner that their backs suggest to you and you will find that they keep the old-fashioned girlish modesty intact right in the palms of their hands. tt a a REPLIES TO CRITIC OF STEEL NEWS By N. O. R. Noticing in Monday night’s issue that The Times made no attempt to defend itself from the silly charges of one who signed himself “A Thinking Worker” I find myself writing probably what is just as silly a letter in defense of The Times. “A Thinking Worker” set out that you printed big headlines about a temporary settlement in the steel situation, mentioned that Green’s oratory “swaged” the workers, and

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NEEDED—A LARGER UMBRELLA

Questions Power of Church for Good

By Doubting Thomas. Writing in the Message Center yesterday, E. F. Maddox takes exception to the statement by Paul Wysong that America is a nation bereft of God and brands Marx and Lenin as infidels. For every specific instance which Mr. Maddox can cite in which the church has been of any benefit to humanity, I can cile him at least two in which it has taken the side of the oppressor against the oppressed; impeded the spread of scientific knowledge and invaded homes to enforce its musty, outworn pronouncements, few of which mean a thing toward human happiness or welfare.

then Mr. Worker retorted that if this were news, the line would have to be drawn. All I have to say is that Mr. Worker is wrong. Wasn't the fact that a temporary settlement was reached a matter of news? Wasn’t the fact that Mr. Green’s power of persuasion stemmed the tide toward strike the truth? Mr. Worker evidently wants to find fault in the worst way and because he’s scared stiff of burly steel workers, tries to take it out on The Times. tt it tt APPAREL POUNDAGE AND MODESTY By C. Marteiier. To one who wonders what has become of old-fashioned girlish modesty: Did grandmother ever give a “whoop” from her skirts for disapproval of her fashion? Did we ever give up on acceunt of criticism of a lace yoke or a peek-a-boo shirtwaist? Or an elbow sleeve? Did we submissively accept the rebukes for that lovely wasp-line figure? We met them by drawing our laces an inch tighter, if possible. And who won the bobbed-hair battle? Goody, goody for our side. So I don’t believe, Old Fashioned, that your remarks about the modern young woman will help your cause, but I will speak to them about it. Now, girls, shame on you for your backs, your arms, your legs clothed only in a healthy coat of tan. And those shameless toeless sandals from which your painted nails shine so brazenly. Have I omitted anything oldster? As you swing along the city streets with graceful, unhampered step intent upon your own affairs you may be causing the downfall of some oldster who is trying to keep his mind clean. In my day he blushed a deep, embarrassed red at the lift of a skirt an inch above the shoetop while crossing a mud puddle. That’s where the beard and mustache were helpful. So, have mercy on the oldster, girls, for to him modesty is a matter of apparel poundage, not demeanor. tt tt it FAVORS TAX EXEMPTION OF REAL ESTATE By T. C. The only salvation for the home owners and farmers is to exempt them from all taxes on real estate, because there isn’t enough made from real estate to pay taxes. Abolish half of the judges. They are too expensive and they only dil-ly-dally. Abolish all boards and commissions for the same reason.

The Socialists more than thirty years ago urged the pensioning of the aged, rather than their confinement in poorhouses, where the religiously inclined visit occasionally to sing and pray. It is only within recent years that the church awoke to the fact that the aged were not getting a square deal. I am quite sure, too, that it was not the church which started the campaign to abolish child labor. Large profits come from child labor, and pay for pipe organs and stained glass windows. A community of intelligent persons needs no religion or alphabetical government.

ABOUT MR. WATSON AND MR. MINTON By M. Richey. John Alexander Dowie said, “If you can not say anything good, say something,” Jim Watson’s comment on Sherman Minton’s nomination indicates that Mr. Minton, an aggressive New Dealer, is not a protege of the former senator, all of which is Wholesome to the citizenry. Mr. Watson states that there is an advantage in nominating for United States senator a man who has no political background, to which all will agree. In these hectic days the masses are not looking for politicians to lead the way but for leaders who have brains to formulate and execute policies in keeping with American principles and the need of the citizens. “Shay” Minton possesses all these admirable principles. Mr. Watson opines that he never met Mr. Minton, which would indicate that Mr. Minton has no financial connections that would profit more greatly by higher and higher tariff walls. Mr. Minton, as a doctor of present day ills, has more than one remedy in his pill bag. Mr. Watson’s chief and only remedy, which he proclaimed a panacea, is tariff—administered internally, externally and hypodermically. DECLARES ROBINSON BREEDS PREJUDICE By I. R. E It seems to me that a liberal newspaper such as The Indianapolis Times should be able to arouse public opinion against that bigoted demagog, Arthur R. Robinson. The regretted senator from Indiana has done, is doing, and, I fear, will continue to do more harm to American life by creating strong group prejudice than any other man in public life today. More than even the bellowing Louisiana Kingfish, Robinson spreads the venom of class and racial hatreds, glorifies war as long as he can derive political profit therefrom, nourishes his and makes his home state the political ego at the public’s breast laughing stock of the nation. FRIEND OF NUDISIM SPEAKS HIS MIND Bv R. K. T. Among the rabid bevy of political, and other noise-making fanatics contributing to The Times Message Centeh I was pleased to find the missive of an enlightened reader, “Merely Intelligent.” Nudism is a good thing. It will serve to dispel morbid sex curiosities—curiosities against which none of us is immune—and to create anew plane of clean thinking upon which man and woman can stand hand-in-hand in true equality, secure from sex taboo, and free to work out their destinies together, j ***

-JUNE 22, 1934

INTELLECTUALITY AND SELFISHNESS By H. L. Since the days of Plato, the intellectual aristocracy has sought its philosopher king. Fine and worthwhile is its ideal, for, after all, what is more noble than an educated, wisely trained, unselfish man divinely qualified and appointed to rule. He is the pride of all, the glory of his country and a hope for the world. But, can a politician fledged in Indiana university where the law of self-preservation is a rule, smother his innate selfishness? Can that portion of his personality which responds to enlightenment be lifted to that point where his self-love will include all of his fellowmen? Indiana university, whose president is more interested in religion than in anything else, has, in Paul V. McNutt, obviously failed to answer these questions in the affirmative. Can life be but to know that we are the inter-related, inter-depend-ent parts of the whole and so related that, when we help or Injure our fellowman, we help or injure ourselves? - Profound emotional experiences which stir the soul, appear to be indispensable to the development of the ideal personality. The sorrow, anguish, love, paternal and religious experiences of the immortal Lincoln—made for him that nobility of character which is as rare as it is precious. When Jesus perceived that His diciples were defiled by their mad lust for power, He clarified the situation by applying His supreme formula of Christian humility which has no equal in establishing harmony among the children of men: “Let the greatest among you be your chief; then let your chief be your servant.” FRIEND OF DOGS * RECEIVES REPLY By L. W. C. In answer to M. G. W.’s suggestion to muzzle the children instead of the dogs, I will say that this type of suggestion is exactly what is to be expected from a person who thinks more of a dog’s life than that of a child’s. I am quite sure that if such a person had a child, which I doubt, for it would take too much of his time away from the dog, and the child was bitten, he probably would be the one to make the most noise. I believe if he had been in my place and paid the doctor bill I did and see the child tortured twentyone times with that needle, all because someone didn’t care where his dog went, he might change his mind. Even though a dog has a pedigree a mile long, a bite from him does not feel a bit better and is not a bit safer than one from an alley cur.

WAITING

BY ALYS WACHSTETTER I wait long . . . And waiting, slowly go the hours; This hour for which I wait Is sweet, like buds of flowers Unopened, and their perfume new and strong. Surely today, my hour to be with you will be,. And I wake up early, thinking surely today . . . Then at latp twilight, in sorrow I softly say, “Not today, But surely tomorrow.'*