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It Seems to Me rail BROUN WASHINGTON, Feb. B.—They are having trouble with the light. Some of the justices think it is too bright, while the others find the room too comber. There can be no denial that in its brand new building the Supreme Court has more space than ever before. I went into the sanctuary intent upon hearing Judgment on the TVA, but, though that issue was declined for the time being, I heard an opinion read which may turn out to be one of the most

vital ever handed down by the high court. In a sense I was disappointed by the spectacle. It ought to be stirring when the nine come in precisely on the stroke of 12 clad in black robes and supreme authority. But, after all, I saw “Os Thee I Sing,” and at the court for a few seconds before being seated I had an uneasy feeling that possibly Mr. Chief Justice Hughes was t'bout to pull a tambourine from under his robe. He didn’t. It was left to Mr. Justice Pierce Butler to show the way of salvation to the sinners.

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Mr. Justice Butler spoke very comforting words to all who travail and are heavy laden. He went leaping over the state line of North Dakota like an antelope, and he was closely attended by Justices Sutherland. Van Devanter, Mcßeynolds, Roberts and Mr. Chief Justice Hughes. a a a Al Smith H’cmr Riff lit IT seems that North Dakota set too high a valuation on thp property of the Great Northern Railroad. Sitting for the moment as a board of tax assessors, the Supreme Court said the figure placed by the state authorities was too high. This was done under the “due process clause.” Indeed, Mr. Pierce Butler distinctly suggested that any taxpayer who feels himself aggrieved by the action of local authorities can go to Federal courts and even to the great black fathers for relief. This was the interpretation placed on the ruling by Mr. Justice Stone, who read a vigorous dissent in which Brandeis and Cardozo concurred. I came away from the court in the company of an eminent lawyer. “Can I ask the Supreme Court to tell Connecticut that my farm is rated too highly?” I inquired. “I see nothing to prevent you,” he answered, "but my advice would be that you would do well, first of all, to incorporate yourself as a railroad.” Undoubtedly the learned legal luminary mentioned this because of the interesting career of Mr. Justice Butler. Al Smith told the Liberty League that God watches over the Supreme Court to see that it shall be conservative. 000 Reporters' Work Made Easy BY a fortunate, almost miraculous, coincidence Pierce Butler was ready at a moment when the Congress of the United States was about to embark upon railroad legislation. Mr. Butler knew all about railroads. He had been their attorney and representative for some years. Some crackpots in Congress tried to argue that his very familiarity with the subject should oe a barrier to Ins appointment. Again the unseen hand moved to his defense. He was confirmed by a lame duck Senate. Shipstead, who had defeated Butler's sponsor, Senator Kellogg, was not allowed to appear against him. Skilled reporters learn by years of experience to predict decisions. They know that “state rights” is something which means that the farmer or the worker does not get the legislation he needs. And they know that “due process” is the very gentle quality of mercy which falls caressingly upon the shoulders of big business. The Supreme Court has invalidated more than law's, it has changed aphorisms. By a six-to-three vote the court holds that the line should rad, “God tempers the wind for the unshorn ram.” (Copyright, 1936)

Lewis Action Recalls Plight of Jobless BY RAYMOND CLAPPER WASHINGTON, Feb. B.—While President John L. Lewis of the United Mine Workers has had the unpleasant duty of rejecting an offer by his union to raise his salary from $12,000 a year to $25,000, the plight of many others in the ranks of labor is even moit unpleasant. They are not even demanding the right to have a maid and thus entre , T . P. Morgan's leisure class.

All they want is a job. But some 10.000,000 of them have scant hope of getting one. William Green, president of the A. F. of L., cites the depressing figures. Perhaps he is inclined to paint the picture as biaek as possible. Nevertheless here are his figures: In December, 1935, business cativity was 21 per cent above December, 1934. Employment was but 4 per cent higher. The Annalist Index shows that given a 7 per cent rise, business will be normal. Employment

must increase 28 per cent to absorb the unemployed. Therefore, says Green, millions will still be jobless when industry reaches normal again. Here is the most discouraging sentence in Green’s report: "No solution is yet in sight.” 0 a SOME employment experts say that with 1929 levels of business activity, we would still have 5,000,000 unemployed. In any event the number would be tremendous. That is the fundamental fact in American politics today. Tories can scream about the New Deal. Inflationists can demand that the government start more presses, the government can harness the tides at Passamaquoddy and even provide love seats and self-liquidating grandfaher’s clocks for the workers there. But those are all side issues, so long as millions are doomed indefinitely to unemployment. o*o It is a question whether the solution is one that lies very much within the sphere of government action. The government can feed them and make work for some of them. But the place the jobs have to be created is in private industry. Pump priming, necessary no doubt when business activity is at low ebb, is not a solution when business is approaching normal. The most notable suggestion continues to be that advanced by the Brookings Institution, namely, that unemployment is a failure of capitalism and that the chief hope is in feeding back the profits of private initiative into the pool of consumer purchasing power through lower prices and higher wages, so that more goods may be consumed, far beyond the level of consumption reached in 1929. Such students of the problem believe that it is within the power of private industry to bring about the more abundant life and make a pretty good profit while so doing. Henry Ford has done reasonably well operating on that principle. * * * ONE piece of future Republican political timber, which looked promising a short time ago. seems to have been badly splintered. Gov. Hoffman of New Jersey, who has shown phenomenal votepu' ing strength, has been stripped of power bv his own state organization. He had been considered as possible vice presidential timber for this year, and, being only 40 years old, as possible future presidential material. • * * Rep. Scott. California Democrat, illustrates the prevailing state of the congressional mind by quoting the following from a Memphis church announcement : “Dr. Holcomb will discuss, ‘lf the depression has disappeared, what lessons are we to learn?’ Mrs. ,W. Xu Walker will sing, Search Me, O G>d?‘ ”

Transformation of the “Gay Prince” Into the “Serious Prince” has given England a King unusually social-minded. Frasier Hunt in this eleventh installment of the intimate biography, lets you join the new King on tours of inspection through the slums of London and the poverty-stricken mining districts—experiences that left an indelible imprint on His Majesty's attitude. (Copyright, 1938, by Frazier Hunt, Published by arrangement with Harper & Bros). r gay Prince had lasted for a full decade. By the end of this 10-year period he had tired of the frivolous hours that appeal to most young bachelors. He had given up the dangerous sport of steeplechase racing and fox hunting. He was using his planes only for business purposes. His far travels were over. He knew every nook and corner of the world. It was clear that he would never marry. One or two women had opened for him all the beauty of deep and abiding affection. Toward the end of

his thirties anew Prince, a serious Prince, was slowly developing. His final emergence was to be dramatic and spectacular. For three days the Prince had traveled up and down the distressed area of the Tyneside, in the neighborhood of Newcastle. “I want to see exactly how the poorest of these unemployed live,” he said bluntly. “We’ll go alone.” The woman social worker led the Prince up a narrow alley, through a wooden gate and up the darkened stairs of a two-story tenement building. A stench, that only a battlefield rotting under the blazing heat of a July sun could equal, filled the hall. 000 THE door into a two-roomed fiat was open and his guide went in ahead. A slatternly woman was seated at a grimy wooden table. Two children clad in little more than rags were standing at the table, drinking tea from broken cups and eating chunks of coarse bread. In the darkened room the woman did not recognize the Prince. “Your husband is unemployed?” he asked in a kindly voice. “He’s only worked four months during the past six years, sir,” she answered. “How much unemployment insurance do you draw?” the Prince asked. “Twonty-five shillings ($6.30) a week, sir.” “How do you spend it?” “Seven shillings, go for rent, and there’s another two shillings for coal and one for death insurance and ...” The Prince interrupted. “Doesn’t leave you much for food and clothing, does it?” “We don’t get no new clothing at all, sir,” the woman answered. 000 were more questions and then with a friendly good-by the Prince led the wey downstairs and out into the open. He and the social worker walked on for a minute in silence. Then the Prince said: “I did not know that human beings lived like that . . . The smell was awful. I could hardly stand it. I shouldn't have lit that cigaret without asking the woman’s permission but the odor was so terrible I thought I'd keel over ... I wish I could do something that would really help.” This happened early in February, 1932. Two or three weeks before, a great gathering had been arranged by the National Council of Social Service to be held at Royal Albert Hall. The Prince had from the start been its official patron, but it had been only one of the scores of organizations that carried his name as patron. The Prince took the bull by the horns and disarmed critics and opponents by announcing that he would speak in his official capacity as patron. 000 IT was a moment tense with emotion. England was in a desperate way. There were two and a half million unemployed. Industries were closing and the whole land was on the verge of a complete breakdown. Everywhere was unrest and uncertainty. Wild cheering broke out from the thousands who packed historic Albert Hall when the slender 38-year-old Prince rose and stepped to the microphone. “I do not pretend for one moment to be able to offer any solution of our difficulties,” he solemnly pronounced to his millions of listeners. “I am thinking of each member of the unemployed population as a single personality, boset by depression, laboring under a sense of frustration and futility—a blank wall in front of him which he can neither climb over nor scramble around. My appeal here is not to statesmen, nor even to philanthropists, but to all those who are in work to play the part of neighbor and friend to the man out of work ...” 0 0 0 “T BELIEVE,” he continued, JL “there are groups of unemployed here and there, dead sick of prolonged idleness, who are themselves feeling out toward ways of giving their unhired labor in

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co-operative effort for the help of others in need. “It is up to us to back such attempts with every possible support Get together wherever this burden lies heaviest, face up to the most urgent local need, and see if the community on the spot can not make its own selfdirected contribution toward this vast problem. “So far as it is humanly possible let us break it up into little pieces and refuse to be browbeaten into paralysis by its size . . . “So far as my part is concerned, many paths in life are closed to me. Much that I would like to do, I can not. But I have tried to bring more closely together the people of the Empire, the English speaking peoples, and to further our interests abroad. “I have had my failures, I know, but in these years, with i few precedents to guide us, to have no failure is to have attempted nothing. Let me make it quite clear, that I am not asking any one to launch yet another organization. Far from it. “The message that I have tried to give you is a three-fold one.v “First, for a fresh response to national service; for a greater spirit of unselfish and adventurous helpfulness in the midst of problems which our best men find difficult to unravel. “The second point is that the opportunity for service is at our door—in our own village, in our own town. “And my third and last point is this: That depression and apathy are the devil’s own—they are not English, so away with them.” 0 "0 0 IT took this emotional appeal of the Prince fully to awaken both himself and the apathy of the British public. Instantaneous was the response. Everywhere jobless men took new heart. They knew that the Prince was behind them.

WASHINGTON, Feb. B.—Undercover information has been received by the Justice Department’s Bureau of Investigation that a nation-wide hunger march is being organized secretly in order to descend on the capital simultaneously with congressional consideration of the relief appropriation. The legislation is scheduled for discussion in April. . . . Among the things found by henchmen of the late Huey Long when his private files were examined were a batch of undated resignations from every Louisiana state official of any consequence. . . . Speaker Joe Byrns takes no chances of either offending newsmen or revealing congressional secrets. Asked by a reporter if there were 215 signatures on the petition to force a vote on the Frazior-Lemke farm mortgage refinancing bill, he replied: “That's correct.. But remember you guessed it, I didn’t tell you.” . . . Although members received a $25-a-day allowance, the recent Miami meeting of the executive council of the A. F. of L. was not a financial success for some of them. Reason: Poor guess work at the race track. Several of the labor chiefs last so heavily they had to wire home for more expense money. 000 Hard Luck TY UEFUL regrets are being voiced in Republican quarters over the blow-up of an ingenious publicity campaign that would not have cost the party a cent. The plan was for large corporations, hostile to the New Deal, to devote a portion of their advertising appropriations to political ads. Attractive sample copy was prepared and everything seemed set for the scheme to go through, when legal advisers pointed out that pro-Administration stockholders might file suit to enjoin the expenditure of money in this manner. The sceme was dropped. Bewildered Senate liberals recently invited to tete-a-tete luncheons with the President are wondering what it is all about. The President has brought up no par-

Asa result of the personal assistance of the Prince there have been several thousand Unemployed-* Clubs of one kind and another established ov|r the British Kingdom. A number of them are under his direct patronage. He has proved

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

+icular subject, merely talked in generalities about a wide range of topics. . . . On a table behind Secretary Henry Wallace recently were the following three books: “The Twilight of the Supreme Court,” “Farm Tenancy,” and “An Outline of the History of China.” 0 0 0 Red Letter Day TT'EB. ll is a red-letter day on -*• the political calendar. On that day Gov. Gene Talmadge, Georgia’s sulphuric anti-New Dealer, and acid-tongued Secretary Harold Ickes are slated to speak from the same platform at Lincoln memorial services in Springfield, 111. The two men have been hurling hot shot at one another for some time and their personal encounter is expected to provide real pyrotechnics. The bonus “baby bonds” now in process of preparation will be about three times the size of a dollar bill. Each bond will carry the name of the veteran to whom its is issued. . . . Squat, paunchy Louis B. Ward, Washington lobbyist for Father Coughlin, spoke for an hour and a half at a secret meeting of the Senate Agriculture Committee on how to solve the farm problem. The one-time advertising man's first-hand knowledge of the subject consists of a few months spent in the Maine woods last year. . . . Despite drought and high prices, the financial statements of the big packers reveal that last year was one of the most successful in their history. Wilson & Cos. increased sales from $100,000,000 ill 1934 to $223,000,000; Armour & Cos. from $564,000.000 to $683,000,000. The refund of about $12,000,000 in processing taxes will boost their profits further. 000 London Drain Trust GOV. ALF LANDON has a oneman Brain Trust in the person of Roy Roberts, astute managing editor and one-time Washington correspondent of the Kansas City Star. Landon consults Roberts on all public speeches and campaign

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Looking boyish for his years, slender King Edward VIII is a solemn figure in this picture. In the background is his brother, the Duke of Gloucester. They march behind their father’s body on leaving Sandringham House for London.

time and again to the broken and discouraged men and women that he is willing and determined to do everything that is possible to help them. Slowly the Prince had been awakening to intolerable conditions. In the great coal strike of

strategy. . . . Among those invited to the White House reception last Thursday night was Elmer B. O’Hara, Michigan State Democratic chairman, recently convicted of bribery. At the time he received his White House invitation he was on trial in Detroit on charges of vote fraud. .. . The silicosis revelations by the House Labor Committee may cost Rep. Andrew Edmiston (D., W. Va.) nis seat. Edmiston comes from the district in which the industrial tragedy occurred but refused to take any action about it. Asa result laborites in the section are up in arms against him. 000 Reshuffle nEX TUGWELL, irked by “ charges that his Resettlement Administration was bogged down and unproductive, called his regional directors to Washington last week, gave them a fight talk, and promised that bushels of red tape would be thrown out of the window. . . . Now that Tugwell has moved into new office quarters in the Barr Building, he rubs shoulders with G. O. P. Chairman Henry Fletcher, who is also housed there. . . . Senator Nye has stated privately he favors a centralized administration of all armed forces under a single department of national defense. Instead of Cabinet officers for both War and Navy, there would be only one secretary, with three assistant secretaries for land forces, naval forces, and air forces. A bill to accomplish this has been introduced by Rep. Boileau of Wisconsin. . . . Sol Bloom of New York boasts he is going to stage “the longest celebration the world has ever known.” It is the observance of the one hundred and fiftieth aniversary of the formation of the United States Constitution. and will last from Sept. 17, 1937. to April 30, 1939, when the World’s Fair opens in New York City. A handful c' Civil War veterans shuffled into the halls of the Capitol the other day and asked for an appropriation of $20,000 for a G. A. R. encampment in Washington next September. (Copyright, 1936. by United Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

1927 his heart had been deeply touched by the intense suffering of the strikers and against all precedent he had sent his personal check for SSO to the Somerset Miners Distress Fund. Never in all history had the heir to a throne boldly aided the unpopular side held by the underdogs. He had resold the Empire to far-flung dominions, and now he was reselling England to the lowly working men who were being broken by unemployment, strikes and the world crisis. 000 TWO years later, on a Christmas night, he broadcast an appeal in behalf of the Lord Mayor’s Fund for the relief of distress in these same mining areas. His words were burning with the intensity of his feeling. He had written down the speech on his own typewriter: “Picture for a moment an unemployed man in, say, the Rhondda Valley or in Durham. He has been without work for months, perhaps for a year or more. “His small son is packing off to school with only a thin jersey between his back and the bleak winter air. Shirt and vest he has none. His little sister’s shoes and stockings don’t bear thinking about, and her dress is a cloak of her mother’s, who doesn't go out of doors until her daughter comes home, for the simple reason that this dress is joint property. “And day after day the father tramps the one narrow, winding street of the valley town—the same liittle postoffice, the same half-empty shops, the same chapel, and ever the grim, overhanging hills, somber and treeless, shutting out all but the one slit of the gray sky above.” 000 HE had followed this appeal by a personal visit to the closed mines. For two days he tramped through deep mud and snow, calling at house after house that know the extreme limits of poverty and tragedy. “This is positively ghastly,” he muttered time and again. "It makes me sick at hear to see and know that there are such conditions.” As quickly as time would permit the Prince insisted that he be taken over the very worst sections of England, Scotland and Wales. One of the most dramatic incidents has to do with a great dinner at the House of Parliament to all men wearing the Victoria Cross, probably the most highly coveted medal in the world. After the dinner was announced it was discovered that many of the V. C.’s did not even have sufficient money to pay their way to London. A special fund was raised and on this night of Nov. 9, 1929, 321 men wearing the simple bronze cross of honor met at the Royal Gallery of the House of Lords. The seating had been previously done by a drawing of numbers. At the right of the Prince sat Sergt. W. F. Burman, now a chauffeur. He had won his decoration by cleaning up a desperate machine-gun nest. At the left of the Prince was Viscount Gort of the Grenadier. Guards, who when badly wounded had crossed an open bit of ground to obtain the help of a tank. So it went around the great board. 000 THE Prince spoke from his heart: “There are those of us on whom the Sovereign has been pleased to confer the most Honorable Order of the Bath, the most Exalted Order of the Star of India, the most Distinguished Order of St. Michael and St. George or the Most Eminent Order of the Indian Empire. “Tonight I speak, if I may, of the most Enviable Order of the Victoria Cross—the most democratic and at the same time the most exclusive of all orders of chivalry. “Democratic because it takes not the least heed of a man’s rank or his social status; exclusive because its simple insignia is the most coveted honor to which His Majesty’s subjects can aspire, and it also gives the right to entry into the most select corps we know in this Empire . . . “You, our guests, have been awarded an honor which, it is true, can only be won in time of war; and there is no wise mar living today who, having learned what war means, does not pray that war may never again come in this life.” Never had there been a dinner quite like it, and probably it will never be repeated again. The Prince was the only man present who did not wear a V. C., but there was no soldier there who did not look upon him as a true comrade, a soldier who along with them had done his full duty and fought a good fight. MONDAY: Frazier Hunt paints a colorful word-picture of “The Bachelor Prince Who Became King” as he is today in his new regal role as ruler of the world’s largest empire.

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Fair Enough HMPMft LONDON. Feb. B.—St. Paul's Cathedral is a holy place, faintly pervaded by the sacred scent of piety and incense. At evensong the starlings come home from the country to roost in the niches of the frosty gray masonry, and their cheeping as they gossip about the day’s events for an hour before they go to sleep is a pleasant note in the roar of the city. The British government has never disturbed the starlings. In Washington the art of boondoggling reached

its heights when the United States government hired elderly Negroes to walk along Pennsyl-vania-av at night flying toy balloons on long tethers to frighten the starlings away. The birds, however, entirely misconstrued this effort and w r ere highly amused by the spectacle. They woke from their sleep and chattered delightedly. In London, however, they seem to regard the starling as a neighbor no worse than some other neighbors in a great metropolis and no noisier than the traffic. At evensong English men and

women who work in the city drift into St. Paul's for a little meditation and prayer amid the shadows. I believe the English are not regarded by us as a religious people. But there are two things to consider in that connection. First, they are a reticent breed who are shy about discussing their religion. And, second, their church is not known as the Church of England for nothing. It is the English church, and it is of England and of the crown and of the empire. I was in Fleet-st yesterday afternoon and walked up to St. Paul’s about dusk. Bells were tolling somewhere, and the mendicant pigeons were just about to call it a day. 000 Not Quite a Saint INSIDE the church to the left lay a white marble figure on a bier, man size and serene. That would be some saint, no doubt, and probably, judging by the prominent position, St. Paul himself, to whose honor and glory the cathedral was erected. The niche was not a niche but a room and was shut off by a great bronze grill. But it was not the figure of a saint which lay there. It was that of Lord Kitchener, the soldier who was lost in the wreck of the cruiser Hampshire in 1915 on his way to Russia to see why his gallant comrades, the Russian peasants, weren't killing enough German peasants. A little way along there hung from the wall four faded and mouldering battle flags, three of which were ndecipherable The fourth, however, bore upon its fragile fabric in dim gold letters the words “Inkerman” and “Sebastopol,” and was a sacred memento of the war of 1855, in which thousands of British soldiers recruited from the squalor of abominable slums laid down their lives to prevent the perfidious Russian peasant from forcing his way to Constantinople, the Holy City of the Turks. 000 Other Martyrs Honored HPHERE was a statue to the heroic Gen. Gordon, A “who by his warlike genius” saved the empire,’ and one to Lieut. Gen. Ralph Abercromby, killed in Egypt in 1301, in another crusade against those periodic backsliders, the French. There were more battle flags and other shrines erected to martyrs who died bravely for England and truly deserved their honored places in the church, which is the church of the English people For England is the right and England is the ideal,' and nations which run counter to England are enemies of mankind. The erratic Frenchman, the German, the Italian, Russian and American may be right by accident or coincidence or by occasional inspiration, but the one true, steady, infallible needle point to justice and humanity is England. The evensong is a beautiful service, soft and gentle, and the spiritual aroma of the incense floats over the shrines of the saints who never fought except on God’s side.

Art in Indianapolis

BY ANTON SCHERRER VX7ILBUR PEAT promises to produce Walter Pach ▼ V in person next Monday evening at the Herron Art Institute. Mr. Pach will discuss “Modern Art ’* Asa rule, painters like to talk; Walter Pach, more so than most. He learned to talk in the studio of Robert Henri, the most articulate painter America ever had. He learned to paint there, too, in company with George Bellows, Rockwell Kent and our own Clifton Wheeler. Before that, he studied with Leigh Hunt and William M. Chase. In 1007, with Mr. Wheeler as a buddy, Pach went to Paris, saw a Matisse painting, “felt a blow between the eyes.’’ After that, he surrendered to modern art, and looked up Critic Elie Faure and Leo Stein (Gertrude’s brother) who, more than anybody else at the time, seemed to know what it was all about. Back in New York, he helped to organize the notorious Armory Show of 1912, which set tongues wagging. It was America’s introduction to Matisse, Picasso and Cezanne. Since then, Mr. Pach has blazed a defense of modern art by way of books, newspaper columns and lectures, in the course of which he has dented the reputations of Alma-Tacema, Blashfield, Zuloaga and Sargent. # n HIS persuasiveness moved the Metropolitan Art Museum to consign Emanuel Leutze’s “Washington Crossing the Delaware ” to the cellar. His “Ananias, or the False Artist’’ (1928) is probcbly his best known book; his scholarly translation of Elie Faure's vast and authoritative “History of Art’*' (1930) is worth anybody’s time. Between books, Mr. Pach continues to paint, continues to sell his pictures. Manhattan’s Metropolitan owns four. Walter Pach’s enemies call him names; his friends continue to cosher him with nicknames. As a youngster, he was known as “Rabbits” because he raised them; as a sophomore, “Piney,” because his hair bristled. George Bellows called him “Psysche” (short for “encyclopaedia”), Pach’s favorite barber nicknamed him “Hawser,” a tribute to his uncompromising, unravelled mustache. Clifton Wheeler maintains a strictly neutral position, continues to call him “Pach,” for short. nan ALMOST the only subject in which our interest never flags for so much as an instant is fashions in art. How excited we were then to learn that the Herron Art people had acquired a landscape by Hobbema (circa 1660), apparently unmindful of the fact that it is a fashion among intellectuals of today to disparage Dutch paintings. Our wonder widens with the discovery that it is a lovely picture that anybody can like without a struggle. We have no quarrel with the intellectuals. As a matter of fact, we like them, but we do wish they would mend their manners. We don’t like their determined way of worshipping only at altars unprofaned by the vulgar, for instance. Nor. do we like their way of side-stepping the kind of beauty the crowd goes in for. The only way we know of putting the intellectuals into their proper place is to remind them that they are piping a mad mid-Victorian tune first expressed by Charles Kingsley, a snob, who said that “any goose seer, glory in the Matterhorn.” Perhaps; but the glory that a goose can see may well be better worth seeing than more esoteric beauties. And, anyway, beauty is a sacrament, which, like all other sacraments, is not reserved for the elect. We hc* we don’t have to mention the subject again

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