Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 244, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 December 1935 — Page 27

It Seems to Me hi:™! BROUN THERE are two very dangerous things which a dramatist may do. Ho may write a good play or a bad play, and in cither instance he will get into trouble with the critics. Asa matter of fact, a very good piav may. in the long run. plague him more than an indifferent effort. I'm thinking, of course, of Clifford Odets. It so happens that I prefer “Paradise Lost” to his earlier work “Awake and Sing,” but most of the reviewers arc against me. And their chief complaint

seems to be that the c-rrent play is not as good as the one which was on view last season. Now, in all reasonableness, a man who has written an extraordinary thing should have some sort of breathing spell in which to carry op again. After all, a reviewer's job is to evaluate the thing in front of him rather than to go into a complete case history. There is in my not very humble opinion no play in New York at present w'hich is as alive and vital and stirring as “Paradise Lost.” In a vague sort of grouping it has been stacked up against

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Kingsley’s “Dead End.” “Dead End” got better reviews. Chiefly because it is neater; it is wrapped up, tied with red ribbons, sealed and stamped and ready lor mailing when the final curtain descends. But I think the very fact of a certain incompleteness adds to the living quality of “Paradise Lost.” a tt tt The Creator and the Characters AFTER all, Clifford Odets is dealing with the muddle-headedness of the middle class. While the author is privileged to stand a little apart from the folk he has conjured up, the divorce can never be complete. I think the reviewers make a mistake assuming that some of the murkiness in the minds of the people of “Paradise Lost” may be attributed to a lack of clear thinking on the part of Clifford Odets. He Is a propagandist in the best sense of the word, because mast of his message flows directly out of action and incident. The woes of the disinherited may be all the more dramatic when the oppressed Individuals are quite unaware of the nature of the things which are happening today. In other words, one may write about the class struggle and deal with characters who are almost wholly lacking in class consciousness. Mr. Odets has chosen a peculiarly fertile field in “Paradise Lost,” because he writes of the spiritual and material decay of a middle-class family under certain kinds of economic pressure of which they are wholly unaware. tt tt a Accelerating the Pace AS a playwright with a sharp, even an inspired, social conscience Clifford Odets faces one difficult problem in every play he writes. He wants to show how the world in which we live cripples and dwarfs the spirit of man. And yet he is unwilling to preach the defeatism of the old Greek theory of many against the gods. Odets knows that although humankind may be losing in the struggle, this defeat is by no means inevitable. The double formula of handicap and defeat as contrasted with the possibility of triumph was best solved in “Waiting for Lefty.” There at the end the call “Strike! Strike Strike!” which resounded throughout the theater sent the audience away with a spirit of elation. The final speech of Leo Gordon in “Paradise Lost” is not as good as that. It is an excellent speech, but I question whether it comes properly from the character to whom it was assigned. The conversion of a middle-class humanitarian into a radical orator was much too sudden. It was as if here were another Saul blinded by heavenly light on the road to Damascus. I’m quite sure that people do change their economic and social point of view, but the process is generally a gradual one and often a little too subtle for the theater to handle. I suppose the dramatist ought to have a license to speed things up. But chiefly I want to go on record as saying that in my opinion Clifford Odets stands out as the white hope of the American theater. He has more to say and he says it better than any living dramatist in this country. I want to make no reservation in stating the opinion that this young man is a far greater figure than Eugene O’Neill ever was or will be. It isn’t enough to say that “Paradise Lost” is a promising play. It is not only the American theater of the days to come; it is the best our stage has to offer here and now.

Your Health -BY DR. MORRIS FISIIBEIN-

WHENEVER you feel listless and tired, your body hasn't enough carbohydrate stored in it to keep it functioning properly. At the same time, an insufficient amount of this important food element results in a tendency to an acid condition. Carbohydrates are stored in the liver and in the muscles. As the blood flows through these parts of the body, it picks up the carbohydrate stored there, so that the sugar content in the blood remains at normal level. Furthermore, the sugar stored in the muscles is reserved for use of these organs in their activities. When you go on a severe reducing diet, and take an insufficient amount of carbohydrate, you may so deprive the liver of the sugar ordinarily stored there in the form of glycogen that serious damage may result. b b b BEFORE explaining the action and effect of the carbohydrates on the body, let me list the foods that, are rich and those that are poor in carbohydrates, as I did previously in the case of the proteins. • FOODS RICH IN CARBOHYDRATES Candles BreadstufTs Potatoes Drirrt fruits Preserved fruits Clipstnuts Cocoanut Fannaceous Ready-to-eat Condensed milk foods cpreals Crackers, bis- Lichi nuts Starches euits, cakes, Mincemeat Sugars eto. Peanuts Syrups FOODS TOOR IN CARBOHYDRATES Asparagus Greens Poultry Butter Leeks Salad vegetables Cabbage Mayonnaise Sauei kraut .. String beans Cauliflower Meat Summer squash Cheese Mushrooms Vegetable marFish Okra row

Today s Science BY DAVID DIETZ

WASHINGTON, Dec. 20.—A study of the heredity of the thoroughbred racehorse, new knowledge of the development of the embryo of the monkey, new evidence of the antiquity of man in America, a new technique for securing samples of the geological layers of the ocean bottom, and new finds in the Mayan history of Central America are among displays at the annual exhibition of the Carnegie Institution of Washington this week. The exhibition is a splendid tribute to this remarkahle organization with its far-flung laboratories and. researches—the Mount Wilson Observatory, the Desert Laboratory at Tucson, Ariz., the Geophysical Laboratory in Washington, and so on. It is likewise a remarkable tribute to the far-seeing gonius of Andrew Carnegie, whose bequests made possible the Institution. ana THIS year's exhibition, coming at the one hundredth anniversary of Andrew Carnegie, ls-par-ticularly fitting. The Carnegie Institution of Washington was founded by Mr. Carnegie on Jan. 28. 1902. with an endowment of registered bonds of the pa*r value of $’0.000,000. Later gifts brought the total endowment of the organization to approximately $25,000,000. * The articles of incorporation of the institution declare “that the objects of the corporation shall be to encourage in the broadest and most liberal manner. investigation, research and discovery, and the application of knowledge to the improvement of mankind.”

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MY RENDEZVOUS WITH LIFE

Testerday’s message from Miss Pickford concerned the vastness of thought-impulse. She passes now to the eternity of the thoughtself. tt tt tt CHAPTER V SOME mental explorers may be further along the road than others. All are not on the same road. But w’e are all headed for the same goal—understanding. And each of us at this present moment, no matter where he finds himself in the universe—behind a counter, driving an engine, or dwelling in the Infinite—is the result of what he has thought through the ages. Now, I have been poor and I’ve been cold and I’ve been hungry and heartbroken. And so I’m not just talking idly when I say that it isn’t what happens to us that matters a hoot. It’s the way we react to each experience, what we think about it that counts. Do w r e face life with hope or despair? With fear or with faith? For there was never a problem put to any of us that hadn’t an answer. And the solving will depend entirely on our true attitude of mind. Os course, if I were unarmed and came face to face with a lion, there wouldn't be much time to start throwing up mental defenses. If I were someone who had never bothered to build courage and mastery and poise in myself, I’d probably be so utterly terrified that the lion would sense he had the better of the affair and would make short work of me. You see he'd know I was afraid. How? Some think that animals get these impressions mentally—that we actually seem to strike out at them with our fear thoughts. Others believe that the fear thought distills a poison in the system which is exuded by the body and that an animal’s sense of smell is sensitive enough to pick up the message. That is why some lion tamers rub their bodies with aromatic herbs which are said to cover up that odor of fear—otherwise known as nervousness. But there was once a man called Daniel who didn’t require such aids. He had built such faith and understanding in himself that he went into a whole den of

Norris Dam, New Deal's Most Spectacular Adventure in the South, is Mountain of Rock Moved Into River, Ernie Finds on Inspection (Editor's Note—This is thp first of spvpm . at- t—\ ' i •> .

(Editor's Xote—This is the first of seven articles on TVA.) BY ERNIE PYLE Knoxville, Tenn., Dec. 20. Norris Dam is about finished. You can walk along the flat top of it, among the machinery and scraps of lumber. They haven’t put on the cement guard rails yet. Mr. Schlemmer can step right over to the edge and put one foot on the brink and look straight down for about 15 stories. But when I look over the edge of Norris Dam, I get down on my knees and elbows, take a death grip on a couple of steel rods sticking out of the cement, and then just sort of peek over, a little at a time. The difference between Mr. Schlemmer and me is that he's the guy who built the dam, and I'm just a fellow who likes to go around the country seeing big dams, but can't stand to look over the edge of them. Norris Dam, as you know, is part of the Tennessee Valley Authority. And while we're on the subject, I might as well warn you that I’m down here to write some pieces about TVA. TVA is one of those things that everybody knows exists, but nobody seems to make head nor tail of. So I came down to give it the works. It is my ambition to be the first American to explain TVA so that a child can understand it. But first, let's get Norris Dam off our chest. a b b IT is TVA's most spectacular piece of work so far. The dam is across the Clinch River, 25 miles northwest of Knoxville. It is a miniature Boulder—not so miniature, either, for it’s 260 feet high. But Boulder, you know, is more than 800. Norris is no longer, because one bank of the canyon slopes back gradually, instead of rising straight up. Norris is about a third of a mile long. They started on Norris dam two and a half years ago. The last of the concrete will be poured in a couple of weeks, and. then it's just a matter of finishing the power house and cleaning up the rubbish, and getting everything to looking pretty. They’re a year ahead, of schedule right now.

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The thinking of Daniel was good. Even the lions sensed his friendly, loving altitude toward them.

Norris Dam is quite a spectacle. It's the only TVA dam so far built in a canyon, like Boulder Dam. The others are low dams, where the river is wide. A canyon dam is always more beautiful, more awesome, more inspiring. There is a terrific fascination about a growing dam. The height, and the hundreds of men scampering all over it, and the trucks running around, and the stacks of lumber and steel piping everywhere, and the immense gray cement mixers and stone crushers, and the huge cables across the canyon, and the temporary roads running here and there, and dirty cars rushing up, with tanned men in leather boots and jackets jumping out of them, and the water already rushing and foaming through the spiUways at the bot-

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INDIANAPOLIS, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1935

...by MARY PICKFORD lions—and hungry lions they were, too—but they never touched him. Daniel simply knew he was God’s highest handiwork, a man. He knew that this confidence banished fear and gave him dominion over the fiercest beasts. And because he knew it so completely, the lions knew it. And they let him alone. tt tt tt THE thinking of Daniel was good. He had built it strong and true. Even the lions sensed his friendly, loving attitude toward them and responded to it. All great thinkers have made unseifed love the basis of living because man and beast must react rightly to it. When Daniel—like other men—graduated into another life, that was the part of him that marched forward. He left his earthly body behind. But his right-thinking body went on. Went on where? “From light into the splendor of glory.” Those grand, hopeful words are from an ancient Hebrew writing—words that cheered me so much that you might like to know the rest of the verse. It says: “And time shall no longer age them. For in the heights of that world shall they dwell, And they shall be like unto the angels, And be made equal to the stars. And they shall be changed into every form they desire, From beauty into loveliness, And from light—into the splendor of glory.” Nothing in this universe is ever lost. Do you realize that? Substance may and does change form; but it

tom of the dam, and the raw earth all around. There is a boom, boom, boom about it that gives me the same thing the rush of 42nd-st and Broadway gives some people. I don’t give a hoot for a dam that is finished. a > tt T HAVE been all over Norris Dam —on both abutments, on top of it, down at the bottom, and even inside! That’s what floored me—to think that such a colossal hunk of cement actually has an inside to it. Norris Dam is like a building inside. At least partly like a building. It has big corridors running all through it, both lengthwise and crosswise, like the hallways in an office building. But of

showed you the value of retaining a deuce for an entry card. Today, I showed you the rather unusual play in which you must get rid of an ace, to defeat the contract. After all, when you are on the defense, what you are trying to do is to defeat thee ortract, and your first duty is to assure this defeat, then try to take as many extra tricks as you can after you have it set. Against the four-spade contract, West makes the natural opening of the seven of hearts. Declarer plays low from dummy and East wins the trick with the jack. West now plays the king of hearts, upon West discards the eight of clubs. East then plays his ace of hearts and when South, declarer, follows with the 10 spot. I an. sure that most players would make the mistake of discarding the deuce of diamonds from the West hand. If West were to do this, of course, South could make his contract. Should East return a club, declarer could trump with a small sf'vde, pick up the trump and cash

never ceases to exist. Water merc’y evaporates; the form changes; but the reality is everh sting. Remember how, at the open ig of the recent Century of Progress Exposition in C! .cago, the thousands of gleaming lights were switched nby the power picked up from a beam of light that Lad left the star Arcturus, more that 40 years ago? tt t tt T SUPPOSE that any one on Arcturus would think that -*• little ray of light had cued because it had disappeared from his world. But far from being destroyed it had traveled through space for 40 light years—with who knows what fascinating adventures en route. Then it neared our planet and was caught up by astronomers; and its energy was amplified and transmitted by them to throw the master switch at a great exposition. The form changes—but it never stops existing. Just think about that a nir ute. I have a young cousin who has just come of age. It is claimed that the human body is renewed every seven years and,'if this is a fact, my cousin, at 21, has already had three bodies and is beginning to build the fourth. But we don’t worry about those discarded bodies; and we don’t spend much time sighing for the infant he once was. We adored that baby. But if he had stayed a baby, we would be heartbroken because he had not developed normally and according to the great law of Life. Man is a progressive spirit. And though the divine spark was always in him, the cave man started from a pretty low state of understanding to climb to his present manhood. It is a state that is far from perfect. Which is the best reason I can offer why God wouldn’t destroy us. He is a just God. And He certainly is going to give every one of us a chance to prove the powers still latent within us. How are we going to rouse these inactive powers? By recognizing and cultivating them. TOMORROW—Your Idle Potentialities. (Copyright, 1935, by the Pickford Corp. Distributed by United Feature Syndicate.)

course where the rooms would be, there is solid cement. There are four big corridors runing the entire length. One is clear down in the foundation, beneath the river bed, one is about the powerhouse level, one just above the center of the dam, and one just beneath the top. They are big corridors, too, about eight feet wide, with arched ceilings that give you three or four feet of headroom. They are all dusty with cement now, • but when the dam is finished they will be as clean and shiny as an apartment hallway. There are elevators too (or will be) to carry you from the top down to any level inside. These corridors are th?re so

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that all parts of the dam can be inspected. Every now and then you will find a niche in the corridor wall, with maybe an electric pump there, or a big drum to raise and lower the flood gates, or switchboard-looking things which you can plug into with earphones and tell, by electrical impulses, just how the cement is behaving in any part of the dam. It was cold and raw the day I saw Norris Dam. But inside the dam, it was warm and snug. That's because the vast pile of cement, bearing down on itself, generates heat. tt a a TJUILDING Norris Dam has been pretty easy, as dam building goes. They found that the hill that forms the high bank of the river was solid rock inside. So they just quarried out this hill, crushed the stone up fine, ran it over the dam on an endless belt, mixed it with cement, and dropped it in. It was simply moving the bill over into the river. Norris has cost only six lives, four on the dam and two in the quarry. Probably the greatest safety precautions ever taken on a dam were made at Norris. They feel, of course, that even one death is too many. But when they get to feeling too bad about the six, they think of the 57 who died on Wilson Dam at Muscle Shoals, and the more than 100 at Boulder. TOMORROW Sins of the Tlowshare. BOARD MEMBER NAMED Insurance Man Appointed on Police Group at Marion. Timr* Special MARION, Ind., Dec. 20.—Appointment of George Hays, local insurance executive, as a Democratic member of the Marion Police Board was annonuced today by Mayor Carl F. Barney. Mr. Hayes is to succeed Guy Oliver, who resigned recently. Other board members, both Republicans, are Bert Smith and Ed W. Milford.

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Entered ns Seeond-Clas Matter at PoMoffice. Indianapolis. Ind.

Fair Enough WESTBROOK PEGLER TT OME, Dec. 20.—We may seem to be indulging in too much newspaper shop talk in these somewhat restrained compositions out of Rom o , but the press, under strict government control, is a weapon of state, and we have here the model which would be copied in a general way if a dictator ever should take control of the United States. Os course, we had a form of dictatorship during the war to end war. and American papers, having created warlike public opinion, suddenly found them-

selves afraid to talk back to it. But the war was soon over, and they were glad to get back their freedom. Looking over the career of Huey Long now. I suspect he made a serious mistake in attempting to bulldoze American reporters with insulting remarks in his public addresses and with strong-arm attacks on individuals by his bodyguards. While Huey was at it in Louisiana he probably would have done better for himself and his ambition if he had assumed the pose of friend and protector af the journeyman

Press and passed some laws through his Legislature at Baton Rouge to give newspaper men double pay, compel owners to give them, say, one months vacation with pay every year and a bonus of several months’ pay on being fired. The only reporter Huey ever befriended, however, was a sort of political contact man with no standing in the newspaper business, who was entered on the state pay roll at a salary' bigger than his newspaper could pay. The public duties which he performed for his salary were nominal, if not entirely mythical, and the general run of newspaper men looked on his case with disapproval. But if Huey had done in Louisiana as Mussolini has done in Italy he would have reached the selfinterest of the craft, and it would not have taken a majority of newspaper men long to convince themselves they were honestly loyal to the great leader and that everything he did was for the good of the state and eventually of the nation. tt tt tt Question of Values TT would have been expensive for their employers to. fire them under such a law, and, anyway, the same plan in its wider application would have provided owners with a subsidy or guaranties against loss on the ground that the press as a weapon of state must be maintained, even though it cost taxpayers something, just as the army and navy must be kept in good shape and good morale. This may seem to place a very low value on the sincerity of the newspaper business or profession, and exceptions would have to be dealt with according to the good of the country. Even in Italy journalists and publishers were not won over unanimously. Some held out a while and were reconstructed under pressure, and “others ain’t reconstructed yit,” as the old Georgia folk song goes. But those who “ain’t reconstructed yit” are out of luck now, and the Italian press is for Mussolini and his regime without a dissenting syllable. Newspaper reporters and publishers, unfortunately, are not made of the clay that martyrs are made of, except in rare cases. And when a man comes face to face with facts, so that he must either play ball under highly attractive conditions or lose his livelihood, he is likely t 0 think of his family and the mortgage on his home. 1,6 said tha t Huey could not have done this in Louisiana under the American Constitution, but to say that offhandedly is to overlook some other miracles which Huey performed without exceeding the Constitution. As for the use of public funds to subsidize the press, it should be kept in mind that long ago Huey had passed a law which made it unnecessary for him to account to anybody for public funds. He merely reported that his dictatorship had received so much and spent it all. „., Mus s )lini doesn’t go into petty details, either. When the press is a weapon of state it’s subject to the same sort of discipline and pressure that govarm and the nav y. and everything the papers do under orders becomes automatically right and patriotic. The army and the navy may' some!l!2 e c S be used , on taslcs whi ch individual members of the services believe to be morally wrong, but it’s treason to refuse duty on such grounds. an tt Even Comic Strips Enrolled r F' HE Italian press has been a weapon of state so long now that Italians, even in official ranks who have had experience in the United States find it hard to understand why American papers are allowed to denounce Italy’s Ethiopian war as the wanton invasion of a sovereign country. They can not cure their minds of the thought that these expressions must represent the view of the Am#Hcan “em 156 WhJ dOCSn t the some part Mar issue you know* at once that ;,.?J ?I"“ n governmnm " as sore about it and was s ng the press as a weapon of state to warn us of II Duce s disapproval and his reasons for doing so ™ ethod °l expressing official views in an way much more freely than they could be wiurh an . ll 7 evocab le official correspondence which goes into the archives to stay. Papers go into are forgotten. When the prels is a 1 tte , e 'L en comic stri P s ’ crossword puzzles, news ’ fafhl °n news and advertisements are tw v, ln se , rvice ’ and the result af ter a while is theie ’ **1?? nothinK to remind them that Iml n h f be another side to the question, become almost all of one mind behind the dictator e d L Ctators take over the. press by force. Mussolini however, used bait and used it so generously that very little effort was required.

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/ T'HE modern method of writing a dectective story . t 0 be to inven t as outlandish and eccentric a detective as your imagination can contrive and then turn him loose, trusting that he will carry by sheer force of human interest whatever deficiencies the plot may develop. Ordinarily this leads to some excruciatingly bad mystery stories; but I am heie to testify that it has provided at least one good on>—to wit. “The Ticking Terror Murders,” by Darwin L. Teilhet (Crime Club, $2. Mr. Teilhet has invented the Baron von Kaz, % penniless but jaunty Austrian who drifts out to California on his uppers, connives his way into the employ of a movie star and unexpectedlv finds himself with a string of murders to solve. tt a a r I ''HERE are times when everybody the reader) suspects the baron of being a pompous and windy faker—a sort of Austrian Major Hoople—but in the end he triumphs, and his antics are so engaging and the mystery he tackles is so cleverly constructed, that the book is a delight from start to finish. Another good mystery just published is “Murder With Pictures,” by George Harmon Coxe 1 Knopf, S2). A newspaper photographer is the central figure in this one, getting involved in the mystery involuntarily when a pretty girl i fleeing from the scene of the crime) bursts into his apartment and gets into the tub with him while he is having a shower; and although he is not exactly like any newspaper photographer I have ever met, he is a plausible character and the plot which Mr. Coxe has provided is ingenious and properly baffling. All in all, you’ll find “Murder With Pictures,” well worth your while. (By Bruce Catton).

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