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It Seems to Me ' HEVlli BROUN A N interesting point was raised by the Association of American Colleges at their annual meet- I lng a day or so ago. "We strongly urge,” said Dr. James L. McConaughy, president of Wesleyan Uni- j versity, "that incompetents should not be kept upon our faculties because administrators fear that they ; will plead ‘the right of free speech.’ ” I do not think that many will quarrel with this. It is Just as obnoxious to see an educator wrap himself in the red flag for purposes of protection as to

have him try to seek sanctuary in the Star-Spangled Banner. And yet I think that Dr. McConaughey is a little less than realistic. In theory he is correct enough, nor would I deny that some cases have arisen in which teachers have pleaded "academic freedom” to cover up their own scholastic shortcomings. But these cases are exceptional; after all. the radical instructor has to be some better than his nearest competitor in order to get the job. in the first place. When anybody is fired from a university on the charge

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that he Is not good enough there is always room for the shrewd suspicion that his chief offense was an unwillingness to play along with a policy of pleasing the rich alumni and the board of trustees. 000 This Way Out r T'HE way out is easy. It lies in the establishment of some competent and neutral board of review. Obviously the local authorities are not the ones to pass upon a case within the confines of their own campus. The association gave feeble lip service to free speech. In the report of the Commision on Academic Freedom I find these by no means comforting words: "We urge our colleagues to support freedom of speech with all the vigor and wisdom they possess. We likewise urge college teachers to do their pert fully to avoid utterances which will result in condemnation of the colleges they serve.” First of all, "vigor” and "wisdom” are opposing nouns. Discretion may be the better part of valor, but it is for all that a warring component. One can not be hot and cold at the same time. a a a When One Should Speak TT IS extremely difficult to be free and careful at the same time. After all, the kind of free speech which arouses no opposition is not of great value. One does not have to fight for the right to say, "This is the year 1936.” There is merit only in the utterance of those phrases which are compelled to sw'im upstream. Indeed, I would go almost to the length of completely revising the a#vice of the Association of American Colleges so that its report on academic freedom might read, "We likewise urge college teachers to make utterances which may result in the condemnations of the colleges they serve.” I am not being fractious and extreme. For, after all. free speech can never be a defensive attitude. It must come out of the corner swinging both fists at the clang of the bell. (Copyright. 1936) Court Has Power of Ancient Kings BY RAYMOND CLAPPER WASHINGTON. Jan. 22.—1 t is a long, long way, both in miles and in years, from our own new marble Supreme Court palace here to the agestained Tudor Palace of St. James’s (you must always add the apostrophe and the second “s” and pronounce it St. Jam-ziz) where the new King Edward VIII arrived, by airplane, to inherit his crown. In our plain, simple republic, the nearest thing to royalty is our Supreme Court. Our President is more like the British Prime Minister. He battles

in the front line trenches, under shot and shell. Our court stands back some distance from the immediate battle. It is venerated. Speak the slightest word of criticism and it is resented as if it were an impertinence to royalty. It holds power as great as that of earlier kings—much greater in a sense because its authority is so great that it does not need troops to enforce its decrees. Our Presidents come and go with elections, like British prime ministers. But our court remains,

supreme in its might. As Associate Justice Harlan Stone so recently said: "The only check upon our own exercise of power is our own sense of self-restraint.” a a a STRANGE ghosts flit around the ancient palace where the modern Prince of Wales, who recently branded the slums of industrial England as a national disgrace which the government should wipe out, was proclaimed Edward VIII. Those who attended the London naval conference in 1930 filed their cable dispatches in the guard room of St. James's palace. Around the walls, above the clattering telegraphic instruments, hung empty suits of medieval armor, and col'ections of lances and halberds, relics of battles that had been waged to estab- j lish parliamentary government. In this room Charles I spent the night before he was beheaded. a a a History is one of the tragic chapters in the evolution of representative government. Once English k(pgs had possessed great power. But by degrees, as the English people had asserted their desire to govern themselves as they wish to be governed, parliament wrested it from the throne. Charles the First attempted to make hirnself indepenednt of parliament. "Remember,” he said, "that parliaments are altogether in my power for their calling, sitting and dissolution; therefore as I find the fruits of them good or evil, they are to continue or not to be.” He set up his arbitrary courts, his Star Chamber, and used them with shameful arrogance. He imprisoned members of parliament. Representative government was being swept away. Finally parliament rebelled. It made its grand remonstrance. Several years of civil war follow(d. 000 TT'INALLY, Charles was seized and tried, for treason. r He laughed at hearing himself called a traitor, j so absurd the charge seemed to him. He demanded to know by what authority he was tried. He was told that he was being tried by the authority of the people of England. “But," protested Charles the First, “I stand for the liberties and freedom of the people. Nevertheless, he spent the night of Jan. 29, 1649, in the guard room of St. James’ palace and the next morning walked to Whitehall, where his head was cut off. His body was brought back to the palace. Cromwell stood gazing at the severed head. “It was,” he said, "a regrettable necessity.” 000 was many years ago. Since then. British ■*- royalty has learned to be flexible, to adapt itself to the temper of Its people, to let the elected representative* of the nation rule. That is why its throne stand* today, when almost all others have fallen. Who can doubt, with this tradition of AngloSaxon flexibility embedded almost as an instinct in our own nation, that we shall be equally successful in adapting our democratic institutions to our times?

History Is being written in England today, history that will be read for ages to come, as Britain prepares to frown one of the most interesting and rolorful figures roya:ty has ever known. Here Is the second of a series of graphic stories on the Prince of Wales, Britain's new King, written by Milton Bronner. BY MILTON BRONNER NEA Service Writer Jan. 22.—The new King was born June 23, 1894, in the comparatively simple house in Richmond known as White Lodge. His father and mother at that time were not even Prince and Princess of Wales. Queen Victoria was still on the throne. Her eldest son, the future King Edward VII, a mature and aging man, was Prince of Wales; his only surviving son, who later became King George V, then 27, was then the Duke of York. The latter’s monetary allowances were comparatively small and he and his wife, the future Queen Mary, lived in very simple and very quiet fashion. The mother of the little Edward at that time looked upon herself more in the light of wife and mother than of future Princess of Wales and future Queen. By the same token, she looked upon her first-born in the light of little boy rather than of future Prince of Wales and King of England. She concentrated all her efforts upon giving him a happy childhood, as other mothers do. Edward had an abundance of playthings, including a little pushcart that boasted two wooden horses. As his little brothers and sister came along, he had plenty of playmates. He had a private tutor and at an early age began to learn French and German. a a a THEN his future life began to be mapped out. England is a seafaring nation and England's surest defense had always been her navy. So it was decided the eldest boy should follow in the footsteps of his father and be trained for the sea. Most future officers in the navy are sent to the Royal Naval College at Osborne when they are very young boys. So it was that Edward Albert, then only 13, a slight, small, blue-eyed, rosycheeked, fair-haired youngster was shipped off to that famous school. The lads who go there are not respecters of persons. Titles do not abash them. They give titles of their own. So, on account of his smallness and slimness, the future King of England was promptly dubbed by a name that stuck to him during his entire two years’ stay at Osborne. Always and. to all the boys he was simply—" The Sardine.” He was subjected to exactly the same discipline as the rest of the pupils. When it came to studying the practical forms of naval engineering, he had to get down to the dirt and grease of it like the rest of them and learn what machinery was, how it was put together and how it functioned. From there he went to the other

A Meeting With George V Within Range of Germans BY WILLIAM PHILIP SIMMS Scripps-Howard Foreign Editor WASHINGTON. Jan. 22.—1 had seen him before, but it was on the field of battle, between Ypres and Arras in 1917, in range of German guns shooting to kill, that I met King George V. He was making one of his not infrequent tours of inspection o' the British front, and the five British and two American war correspondents then attached to G. H. Q. were invited for formal presentation.

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It happened out of doors, in front of a corps headquarters, after the King had bestowed upon half a dozen gallant young officers medals for distinguished service. As my name was called and I stepped forward to take the King’s hand, the silence immediately about us was broken by my colleague of the A. P.. a great kidder. “Say. Phil, where’d you get the pants?” 000 I SENSED a dire consternation among the British, whose appreciation of the proprieties is highly developed—especially where the Royal Family is concerned. I think most of those present looked for the sky to fall or perhaps for the King to order us all before a firing squad. For. to add to the delicacv of tn° situation, most of us knew by that time that the only other similar pair of buff corduroy breeches on the Western Front was owned by the Prince of Wales. But the King only smiled. And a merry twinkle came into his

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naval school at Dartmouth, where he spent three more years.

000 HIS first great public function came on July 13, 1911, when he went down to Carnarvon Castle in Wales and was formally proclaimed Prince of Wales. He was the first of 19 Princes of Wales to be formally invested in Wales itself. He had to get up a little speech in Welsh and, although pale and rather nervous, he acquitted himself well. Having passed his examinations at Osborne and Dartmouth, he was gazetted to the warship Hindustan as a midshipman—an humble “middie.” He had to take

tired, rather sad blue eyes. I could see, for I stood holding his hand looking into them. I’m sure he got a kick out of the wisecrack. It seemed to me he greeted me with extra warmth. Certainly he held onto my hand longer than he had the others as he spoke of his admiration for the American doughboys whom he had seen arriving in England for training. 000 KING GEORGE made himself loved at the front for his unfailing kindness and consideration and because he was so completely human. A British officer told me this story: The King paid a surprise visit to a dugout in or close to the front lines. On the wall where it had escaped the attention of the somewhat excited occupants, were pictures of King George and Queen Mary. Under the King’s was the inscription: "King George the Fifth.” Under the Queen's: "The Other Four Fifths.” The King read it and laughed heartily.

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and obey orders like any other midshipman. He had to turn out at 5 a. m. and be on the job until 9:30 at night. The other juniors, super-

Washington Merry-Go-Round BY DREW PEARSON and ROBERT S. ALLEN

WASHINGTON, Jan. 22.—The extent to which business men suddenly have turned against the New Deal is vividly revealed by a recent experience of Dr. Isidor Lubin, head of the Bureau of Labor Statistics. In 1933 and 1934 he initiated several surveys which produced important trade and industrial data never before compiled. Although in no way compelled to do so, business men co-operated practically 100 pet cent. At the close of each year, Lubin sent out letters of appreciation to the reporting firms. In return he received hundreds of approving replies assuring him of continued collaboration. Then came 1935. Soon after the Supreme Court’s demolition of the NRA, there was a decline in the number of reporting companies. By summer, the decrease totaled 1000 a month. By October, the drop had reached such proportions that it was menacing the elaborate fact-gathering system Lubin had developed. Casting about for an idea to reenlist co-operation, Lubin hit on the plan of sending out a courteous acknowledgment of their past assistance in inviting its continuance. To save money he printed a'small card, instead of writing individual letters. The cards went out and Lubin anxiously sat back to await the response. He got it—without delay. The returning mails brought scoiehing letters from irate business men demanding what he meant by “wasting the taxpayers’ money.” They refused to have anything futher to do with his surveys. 000 Vital Reading WHO selects the reading material for the White House servants is not known. But here is the actual list of the magazines to be found in the new White House servants’ sitting room: Harvard Alumni Bulletin, Vital Speeches, Commerce and Finance,

ior to him in rank, gave him as well as the other “middies” the usual rough treatment in their mess room. The only difference between

th& Insurance Examiner, Bolivia Magazine, American Forests and the rctroieum Association Monthly. Note—lt is not known whether the servants read them. 000 At least one member of the Supreme Court has serious doubts whether Roosevelt can find a substitute for the AAA which, under the court's majority decision, will be legal. Justice Harlan F. Stone, author of the minority opinion, told a friend recently: “Yes, I am inclined to agree with you. I think it will be very difficult to draft an alternative that will meet the objections set forth by the majority. In fact, under the limits laid down by them I do not see how anything that helped the farmers as much as the AAA did can be devised to withstand legal attack. 000 Ban on Lobbies THE Securities and Exchange Commission will soon crack down on undercover utility lobbyists. Under Section 12 of the Holding Company Act, the SEC has drafted a set of rules which will put a big crimp in the operations of the gum-shoe boys. The new rules will require utility lobbyists—for the first time in the history of Washington—to come out into the open. Not only will they be required to register, but also to reveal whom they are working for. state their salaries, expense funds and other pertinent information. And this is not all. Under the SEC's regulations, high-paid utility executives who troop down to Washingtori for personal lobbying also will have to give a detailed accounting of their activities and e spenditures. 0 0 0 A Tough Job MILD-MANNERED desk men in the Department of Agriculture have taken on the job of

him and the ordinary midshipmen was that he was given intensive training, it being decreed that his stay in the navy should be short, as there were other phases of his education to be taken up. So in a few months’ time Edward Albert was put through it —gunnery, seamanship, administration, navigation. When he left the navy, he spent a brief interval in France as a guest in the home of the Marquis de Breteuil, one of the great aristocrats of France. The idea was to allow the Prince to perfect his speaking French, to learn something of the social manners and customs of England's great neighbor and to acquire a working knowledge of French literature and art. In 1912, being 18, he was officially of age and then came the next great phase in his education. a a a IN 1913 he was sent to Oxford University. He entered Magdalen College as a simple freshman and as near as might be led the life of any other Oxford undergraduate. He had a simple set of rooms like any other well-to-do freshy. There were no sentries or secret service men hovering about, watching and guarding his movements. He dressed just like his fellow students in tweed coat, gray flannel baggy trousers and commoner’s gown. For the entertainment of his friends, he kept just what other students did in their cupboard—wine, cheese and biscuits. He took lectures like the other students. And again like most of them, he joined the Oxford University Officers’ Training Corps as a high private. The stunt was to do duty as a private, but to learn the duties of an officer, so that irt case of war the students would be qualified to take on an officer’s job. a a a THE Prince took his weekly drills and rifle parades seriously. When the O. T. C. went to its annual training camp, he slept in an ordinary army tent with five other students. Like anybody else, he hustled out at reveille, washed in a tin basin, and rushed into his uniform so as to fall into line for inspection. By this time he was a corporal. This gave him some privileges. He did not have to rustle for his own tea and rations, but he had to get up early in the morning just the same and, as corporal, had to take charge of parties that did carry the tea and rations. His happy time at the university was interrupted by the breaking out of the great war. There could be no more thought of his staying there as a student. NEXT—The Prince In the World War.

bouncing some of the toughest racketeers in the country—those in the poultry business. The job is more nearly one for G-Men. When Congress gave them the job of regulating the poultry markets of the big cities, it sounded simple. The plan was to issue licenses to’ all commission men, dealers, truckers, and feed merchants in the regulated cities. Licenses were to be withheld from any who could not show sound ledgers, or had served prison terms within the past two years. Trouble developed when a large number of ex-convicts were discovered operating in New York’s famous Washington Street Market. Other poultrymen had “managed to go in and out of bankruptcy very successfully.” The department offers to hold hearings in questionable cases. But rather than subject themselves to scrutiny, some operators prefer to default on the license, and secretly shift their business to some other firm. Cleaning up the New York poultry racket is a big job in itself, but Wallace’s men also have tackled Jersey City, Newark, and Philadelphia. Next will be Chicago, with others to follow—probably Cleveland, Cincinnati, and Buffalo. 000 Still in Town TT7ONDER what's become of * ' Dr. Julius Klein? For ip years his name was a by-word with big business, trppeared almost daily in the press, was featured as the author of high-powered business articles. He was the man who built up American exports, who really ran Hoover’s Commerce Department, who turned down high-bracket private salaries for the sake of spurring American trade. Now? If you look around Washington carefully you may find Klein's shingle, carrying the modest title: “Business Consultant.” (Copyright, 1936, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc. i

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Fair Enough VESIMMimt T)ARIS, Jan. 22.—T0 the members of the Pound Ridge Fire Department, Pound Ridge. New York. Dear Fellow Members—ln accordance with my promise when I set sail for Europe, I thought I would drop you a few lines about some of the point* of interest that I have seen on my European tour and give you a line on the situation in Europe. As you already know I set sail on the good ship lie de France of the Compagnie Generale Transatlantique of French Line on Oct. 19. and landed in Le Havre on the 25th after an uneventful

voyage. That same night I came down to Gay Paree on the boat train and stopped at the same hotel where the ex-King of Spain stays when he is in Paris. Many other kings and princes, such as the King of Siam and the former Prince of Wales (now Edward VIII), stop at the same hotel. It did not take me long to get on to the French lingo again and after a couple of days I could parleyvoo almost like a native. They are nice people in these countries but very backward, and for a man to own a measly little

flivver like they make in Europe you have to be practically a millionaire. In Spain the automobiles are of German make, as the Germans are a backward race themselves and work for practically nothing. a a a A Joke on Somebody I HEARD a good joke about how in Germany they are manufacturing machine guns like typewriters and baby carriages. So it seems this man’s wife was going to have a baby and he worked in a baby carriage factory. So the wife said, “August, you better hurry up alretty yet and steal the pieces to make a baby buggy for de baby.” Well, the man kept on and kept on bringing pieces home every night until at least he had all the pieces and finally he put them together and it was a machine gun. Catch on? The French were terrified silly for fear that the Germans will declare war on them again, so in the store windows you see chemicals for sale that if you sprinkle some around a room it will kill the poison gas from the German aeroplane bombs. Another point of interest is the League of Nations in Geneva, Switzerland, where John D. Rockefeller Jr. gave two million dollars for a library and then President Roosevelt abandoned the gold standard and they finished the library but didn't have enough money left to buy any books. The League declared sanctions against Italy and almost caused a war, so when I went down to Italy on my European tour to see the points of interest, I saw thousands of Italian war mothers whose dear ones were killed in the war for freedom and liberty, too. And these mothers were all dressed in black and they cheered for Mussolini and made the other war mothers ashamed and jealous. a a a They Would Be Heroes Too SO the other mothers went home and told their sons to be brave and go to the war in Africa and if they get killed their own dear mothers will become feminine heroes. In Italy gasoline costs a dollar and a half a gallon because gasoline is so scarce. So they invented a car that burns wood. But wood is so scarce they can't get any and they can also use coal. But it costs S6O a ton and coffee is $2.50 a pound and tea costs $3. The cost of living is very expensive but more so in Geneva, where the statesmen have a pocketful of government money to spend on anything they want. The Swiss are great peace lovers and you can hardly get a decent meal under $3. So the Swiss hope peace goes on forever. I saw a fire in Geneva and the Swiss firemen are very funny, as this is a backward country also, riding to the fire on their bicycles and carrying their ladder on their backs and the chief carries a sword and the firemen wear brass hats like a gobboon in a speakeasy. Those are some of the points of interest up to the present, so will close saying au revoir. French for see you in church. Gen. Johnson Says— WASHINGTON, Jan. 22.—H. Hoover has don* it. He has proposed an agricultural program better for farmers than the Administration "Soil Conservatism” scheme—(l) No production control; (2) prohibitive tariff on competitive products; (3) bi-lateral treaties to restore export markets; and (4) outright subsidy of farm prices. Complete in all its principal parts, it was proposed in this column many days ago as what the Republicans would do if the Democrats didn’t. As farmers come to understand it, farm support for the Administration will weaken. It leave* them free, does not insure anew judicial upset, retains their foreign trade and is made certain of effect through direct subsidy—in complete and advantageous contra-distinction to the Administration plans. A majority of farmers are congenital Republicans anyway. All these facts combined are very serious matters for Mr. Roosevelt. tt n n ■\TEARLY all of Mr. Hoover’s devastating debate * and discussion also was anticipated by this column, parts of it almost verbatim—but not with the remotest idea that, if accepted by Mr. Hoover, they would be of advantage to him politically. They are not consistent with his record. Through Senator Borah's help he got the farm vote in 1928 on several similar promises—all except the subsidy. Those promises were very emphatic and definite. Not one of them was fulfilled. In fact, when Mr. Hoover mounted the throne his apparent opposition to any such things for farmers seemed active and implacable. It is not the kind of record that can be wise-cracked, away. But that doesn’t change the great advantage to the Republicans created by the Administration stubbornness in defying the principles laid down in the Hoosac case and by the appearance of the clearly constitutional Republican proposals of Mr. Hoover. All they need is a candidate who can advance those principles with some chance of convincing farmers that he means it—Senator Borah, for instance—probably the only instance. (Copyright. 1936. by United Feature Syndicate. Inc ). Times Books WHEN a rich man and his wife stumble into a depression and wake up to find themselves fiat broke, one of two things is apt to happen. They may discover that their marriage has been fundamentally a flop from the start, given spurious life by the fact that they had a potful of money; or the shock may drive them closer to each other and give them, in the end. more real happiness than the* had when they were rich. “Haven for the Gallant” (Knoff; $2), by Thoma* Rourke. is a novel which examines both of these possibilities. It tells about two young married couples who make the trip from wealth to poverty at breakneck speed. One couple takes it on the chin, and likes it. They move out of their fancy city apartment to a tiny cabin in a New Jersey fishing village. The young husband takes to trapping eels, digging clams, netting crabs, and raising garden truck, and the young wife pitches in and helps him. Mr. Rourke has told his story very well, and the book provides a good deal of intelligent entertainment. (By Bruce CattonJ,

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