Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 April 1936 — Page 10

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_ MONDAY, APRIL 13, 1938. THE TAX MESS , OH r *USION, and only that, Is the fruit to date ol all the work that has been done on the new corporate surplus tax plan. All that comes forth from a reading of all the hearings is a headache. What was originally stated as a simple principle has become in the attempted application a whirling mess of politics and economics, of exceptions and exemptions, of technicalities understood by nobody—a mess into which has been tossed everything from campaign speeches to algebraic formulaes. Literally, as the case now stands, no one is sure whether more revenue will be raised, or less; whether the little fellow will be penalized and the big fellow favored, or vice versa; whether more loopholes will be created than will be closed; whether the object sought will be attained or be missed altogether. Unless someone is able to "haul off and pass a miracle'’ a bill will be forthcoming which by reason of its very complexity, and of the consequent inability either taxpayer or tax collector to understand it, will operate as a continuing danger to our fiscal system. mam IMMEDIATELY, the situation that has been created is a distinct danger in itself —especially grave at this particular time. Business has been picking up; an increasingly favorable momentunv has been evident for months; Federal revenues as a result have been rising rapidly. The President, saying that “every thinking person knows that this problem of unemployment is the most difficult one before the country today,” has described increased output by private industry as the solution, offering in return aid from "all the appropriate departments and agencies of the Federal government.” Such aid is conspicuously absent from what the tax-making department is now doing. For into a pleasant picture of improvement this aimless tax tampering lands like a black daub. The uncertainty of the whole thing—not the bill to be paid—is where the danger lies Rapidly returning confidence, master key after all to final recovery, is bound to be thrown for a loss if the confusion is allowed to continue for long. mam IN the meantime there is a way by which the money could be raised; a simple way and a just way. That is a broadening of the base of the present income tax structure, graduating upward from a very small assessment in the low brackets to a very high assessment in the upper. Such a revision should be sufficiently inclusive to make possible not only the collection of the sum immediately needed, but also to make a start on a reduction of those invisible and unjust sales taxes which now constitute 70 per cent of our Federal receipts; such a policy to be pursued as times pick up and tax receipts increase, to a point where all or at least nearly all of our revenues are drawn from the visible, ability-to-pay, as distinct from hidden, sources. Is it too much to hope that such a substitution for the present muddling may be expected—even in an election year? m m m AS first expressed, the corporate surplus idea did presume the ability-to-pay principle. But that is already lost in the shuffle because of the complexities encountered. Sometime, in a general overhauling of our whole taxation system, an overhauling long overdue, we may be able to arrive at a more equitable manner of reaching and assessing corporate as distinguished from individual income. All we know now is that though such was the object of the surplus tax plan as originally proposed, the object isn't being even approached by what is now going on.

HUBERT S. RILEY THE death of Hubert S. Riley, president of the Works Board, deprives the community of one of its valued citizens. Modest and soft-spoken, honest and clear-think* lng, this able executive set a high standard of public service in Indianapolis. He was the city’s first purchasing agent, beginning in 1912. His leadership later on the Safety Board and more recently as head of the Works Board is well known. Mr. Riley was one of those rare individuals who always had time to aid a friend or a cause, no matter how busy he was. He reared a family of seven boys. He was busy with private affairs. Much of the time he was serving also in a public capacity. Yet he found time to help—in his tactful, kindly way —with innumerable charitable, fraternal, church and civic activities. A few months ago. Mr. Riley suffered a cold Which grew into pneumonia. Close friends say that grief over the death of his wife last summer aggravated his illness. Last week, although still in ill health, he returned to City Hall to preside at an important Works Board hearing on the trolley franchise. The effort apparently hastened his death. A SORRY PICTURE qnHE legislatures meeting this year are all adA Jouming without adding one to the 24 states, Including Indiana, that, after 11 years of campaigning, have ratified the pending child labor amendment. They leave a sorry picture. A pasture of 667,000 children between 10 and 15, and 1,500,000 children of 16 and 17, at work. More than 2,000,000 youngsters under 18 holding down Jobs, while 10,000,000 adults are idle. The drab statistical canvas is made lurid by stories told in the industrial East, the textile ™ni of the South, the sugar beet fields of the West. "The most you can make in an hour is a nickel," aaid 12-year-old Florence .... telling a National Child Labor Committee Investigator about her Job of winding strings on cards in a woolen mill. Tillle .... old at 15, took her father’s Job when he lost it. and now makes $7 a week in a bathrobe factory. And there’s the account by Ernie Pyle of seeing children working as "pickers” in a Mississippi shrimp cannery, standing to their tasks from 4 a. m. until 0 at night * The NRA was a friend of these children. But it too, is gone. Eloquent of what is happening is a

report Just issued by the Children’s Bureau of the United States Department of Labor covering the seven months following the Schechter decision. This indicates that the number of children of 14 and 15 receiving employment certificates in these months was 55 per cent greater than the number during the whole of 1934, when NRA was in effect. Os the new child workers, 29 per cent went into manufacturing, mechanical and mercantile industries, compared with only 5 per cent in 1934—industries where adult unemployment is most glaring. There is something very disturbing about failure of the states to ratify the child labor amendment. Is it because the cheap labor lobbies speak louder than the children of the poor? Whether from moral obtuseness or from economic. illiteracy the fact is that the states are making ? poor showing of their ability to cope with the simplest and most obvious social reform before them. JEFFERSON SAW IT 'T'HOMAS JEFFERSON, whose birthday we celebrate today, was a great civilizer, a sort of American Leonardo da Vinci. Os all his varied enthusiasms to make this young country habitable for modem humans none was more statesmanlike than his eagerness to conserve the soil. A practical farmer, the third President clearly saw what floods and dust storms are teaching us in bitter lessons today—that poorly and ignorantly husbanded soil becomes a great national plague. In 1813, writing about his farm in Albermarle County, Virginia, he said: “Our country is hilly and we have been in the habit of plowing in straight rows, whether up or down hill, or however they lead, and our soil was all rapidly running into the rivers. We now plow horizontally following the curvature of the hills and hollows on dead level, however crooked the lines may be. Every furrow thus acts as a reservoir to receive and retain the waters, all of which go to the benefit of the growing plant instead of running off into the streams.” Now, a century and a quarter later, we are writing the principle of soil conservation into national law. THE HOME SHOW of the Indianapolis Home Show this year is a barometer of better business. Manufacturers are taking more space and furnishing better exhibits. More companies are taking part. Exhibit space is almost sold out. The construction industry will use the fifteenth annual Home Show as a showcase for its wares. It expects prospective buyers—perhaps 100,000 of them—to visit the Manufacturers Building between April 16 ar.d 26 and study the products exhibited. Last year, when 685 home shows were held in the United States, the Indianapolis show was recognized as outstanding among them all. Outside beautification through the development of garden clubs will be stressed ks an added feature this year. The high caliber of the exposition should spread the fame of Indianapolis as a city of homelovers. WISCONSIN nnHERE were Democratic primaries and Repub- -* lican primaries in Wisconsin last week. So Wisconsin voted—Progressive. i the Democraic contest President Roosevelt monopolized the votes. In the Republican contest Senator Borah won 22 of the 24 delegates to the party convention. Both were regarded as more progressive than their opponents. But the thing to make you think is that the Roosevelt vote in this nominally Republican state was twice as big as that given Mr. Borah. Mr. Borah is reported to be very happy over the returns. Roosevelt is doubtless not exactly downhearted. A WOMAN’S VIEWPOINT By Mrs. Walter Ferguson ■V¥7E WERE talking about dogs. The usual re- ▼ ▼ marks had been made. “A dog’s loyalty is unbounded,” said the man with the shifty eyes. “A dog will never forsake his friend. He sticks by you to the ultimate end of disaster. One who does not appreciate the fine qualities of such an animal has something lacking in his character." Now I know the man with the shifty eyes, and he is not capable of loyalty. To obtain financial advantage for himself, he has often betrayed his friends. He has been unfaithful many times to his wife, who loves him. He runs after those who occupy prominent positions, and forsakes them when they have been cast down from their high place. His life has been spent conniving to get the best of his less acquisitve fellows. Cleverness, to him, means the ability to outwit one who is more ignorant than himself in the tricks of trade. He loves money better than anything in the world. I wonder, then, whether he really does appreciate the qualities of his dog about which he makes so many speeches. Can the disloyal understand loyalty, or the faithless know the meaning of fidelity? I doubt it. It seems to me it might be a good thing for us to talk less about our dogs and begin trying to emulate them, at least so far as our limited ability will allow. There are, of course, many men and women who possess the qualities which we profess to admire in our brute friends. It is fitting that they should speak what they think on the subject, but somehow I often feel insulted for dogs when the other sort, such as my shifty-eyed acquaintance, mouth their oft-repeated sentences and affect to admire the virtues which they have never practiced and are not even capable of practicing. Yet this may be the harsh way to look at it. For any way you approach the question, the relationship between man and his dog is pathetic. There must surely live within us all the yearning to be staunch and faithful unto death. Perhaps the very fact that we love dogs is evidence that we aspire to heights which we can never reach. HEARD IN CONGRESS "D EP. ZIONCHECK (D., Wash.): lam proud to have different ideas from those of the gentleman from Texas (Rep. Blanton). It would be ? reflection on the intelligence of the constituents I represent were my ideas and thoughts not different than his. a a a Senator Connally (D., Tex.): The Senator from Illinois is an eminent constitutional lawyer. Senator Lewis (D., 111.): I shall not deny that, sir. (Laughter.) Senator Connally: The evidence to that effect is so overwhelming that I am sure the Senator could not successfully deny it. mam Rep. Deen (D., Ga.): Mr. Speaker, the play entitled “Tobacco Road" is a reflection on the life of the tenant farmers of America. It is a reflection on their families. It is not consistent with the facts and conditions on which it is purported to be based. The illustrations are filth, debauchery, vulgarity, and flirtations with immorality. ... It would be bad enough if the real conditions were commercialized in a drama and staged lor the world to look at.

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Our Town By ANTON SCHERRER

NATAL NOTE: Brandt Steele was christened Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Ryn Steele. m m a Mrs. Susan Gray Shedd Hemingway, born and bred in Indianapolis but now living in Evanston, 111. (mores the pity), has the prettiest pair of dimples we, or anybody else, ever saw. We told her so the last time she was dow T n. We also lamented the fact that all Indianapolis girls couldn’t be born with sets as symmetrical as hers. And what do you think she said? You couldn’t in a hundred years. She said that she wasn’t bom with dimples; that she got them as the result of accidents. She got one falling off a step-ladder and once she bumped into a table. We reminded her of her mother’s dimples, hoping to discredit her story. Well, believe it or not, her mother’s dimples are the result of accidents, too. She got hers falling downstairs. On two different occasions. Once she landed left; once, right. ana ANOTHER alarming development in the field of fiction is the way authors are using the automobile to gain their ends. Today’s death toll in fiction is even more appalling than in real life and it’s high time we were looking into it. Novelists, it strikes us, should teach their characters the rudiments of sound driving before they allow them to go racing through their books. But they don’t. And because they don’t is why we take the stubborn stand we do. We don’t read Arnold Bennett anymore, for instance, just for that reason. Neither do we go riding with John O’Hara, Warwick Deeping, Michael Arlen, Frank Swinnerton and E. M. Delafield because we know from bitter experience that there isn’t a decent driver among the lot. To tell the truth, we’re as scared to look inside anew book as we are of crossing Washington-st unassisted. a a a A GENTLEMAN who gets around quite a bit and who includes the Marott dining room in his various affairs, has learned to tell the difference between “Peach Melba,” “Melba Peach” and “Melba Sundae” without bothering Maitre d’hotel Charlie Papenbrock any more. He told us about it the other day. It isn’t as easy as you think. A “Peach l.lelba,” consisting of a sliced peach, some ice cream and a red raspberry sauce, hasn’t changed a bit, it turns out, since the big night in Paris when a temperamental Australian prima donna challenged the great Escoffier to think up something new. It was the best he could do. A “Melba Peach” is something else again. It’s a peach served in its own juice which is something nobody had thought of for a long time. A “Melba Sundae” on the other hand, is a measured portion of ice cream and some kind of juice without a sign of a peach. We thought you ought to know.

TODAY’S SCIENCE BY DAVID DIETZ YOUR nose knows, the advertisements used to tell you. And how! might be added in the current manner. Dr. Marston T. Bogart, professor of organic chemistry at Columbia University, proceeded to tell in a. recent address. One part of camphor in 400,000 is enough for your nose to detect, according to Dr. Bogert. But that’s mild compared to what the nose can do with more penetrating odors. It will detect one part of musk in 8,000,000, he says, and one part of vanillin in 10,000,000. European investigators found that the nose could detect the odor of a twenty thousandth of a milligram of attar of rose. (A milligram is about 35 millionths of an ounce). But the odor of ethyl mercaptan, which is the odor of rotten eggs, could be detected when only one 460-millionth of a miligram came in contact with the olfactory nerves. To realize the full significance of this, we must recall that this amount is 250 times less than the smallest amount of sodium which can be detected by the spectroscope, the most delicate chemical detector in the hands of science. We have not yet reached the full powers of nasal perception. Prof. Bogert tells us that according to Berthelot, the French chemist, the pleasant odor of the soil is due to the presence of a camphoraceous substance of so powerful a fragrance that the nose detects a trillionth of a milligram of it. The effect of various odors upon the nose is widely different. All persons do not react dike to the same odors. Another amazing phe- ! nomenon is the way in which individuals adapt themselves to odors. OTHER OPINION On “Peaceways” [From Sea Power, magazine of the Navy League] A recent number of Fortune carries a paid message from "Peaceways" to the American people including the descendants and the mothers and widows of those who have died for the nation. This message reproduces a Red Cross poster depicting a maimed soldier of the United States in a wheel chair, conceived and drawn in a reverent spirit, and then mocked and defiled by the addition of a caption containing two words "Hello! Sucker!”—conceived in the liseased minds of Peaceways to induce Americans to subscribe funds for the further desecration of those who gave their lives to safeguard American homes and American rights. Peaceways has carved "Hello! Sucker!” on the marble tomb of the Unknown Soldier! It has inscribed those words on every cross that marks and honors the grave of an American soldier or sailor! It has taunted every man who has served j our flag in war on land or sea. with Sucker!” over the entrance to every I hospital that a grateful nation has erected to me for those who have

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(Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns, relif/ious controversies excluded. Make your letters short, so all can have a chance. Limit them to 250 words or less. Your letter must he sinned, but names will be icithhcld on reouest.) m m n REVIEWS TIPS ON FAST DRIVING By Harry Ittner Os particular interest to Indianapolis drivers at this time is Ray W. Sherman's “If You’re Going t.o Drive Fast.” Mr. Sherman, a member of the Contest Board of the American Automobile Association, is an amateur driver who has made a study of the fine points of driving, but knowing the American public is already doing so he offers advice as to the safest manner of doing it. The author* assumes that the reader is acquainted with the elements of driving, such as shifting gears and the like. He tells clearly the finer points—the important details that constitute the difference between a novice and an expert driver. One of the most important of these details is knowing how, when, and why to "slip the clutch.” He also advises learning exactly where the fenders and wheels are, and gives a few exercises for practice. Driving in city traffic, open road driving, safety in passing, and many other valuable driving tips are given. Mr. Sherman has made a valuable contribution to safe driving. Were every driver to read it carefully, automobile accidents would hit anew low. an a PLIGHT OF “FREEMEN” PITIABLE, HE SAYS By Max Kinney The pitiable plight of we costminded “freemen” might be likened to an imbecile who has gone to the devil so often for help that he is now hopelessly in his debt. As the incumbrance has increased faster than it was discharged, foreclosure is inevitable. You may have in mind

Watch Your Health

BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN MANY of us can remember the time when such food as oranges, cranberries, grapefruit and pineapple were almost unknown in the average diet. One of the greatest improvements in the diet has been the addition of such substances, made possible principally by improvement in transportation and shipping. The refrigerator car, rapid travel by truck, and similar developments make possible the wide use of products wnicn formerly were limited to local consumption simply because of the likelihood of decay during transportation. The contribution of various fruits to the average diet depends on the manner in which the fruit is used and, of course, varies with the individual fruit product concerned. We eat fruits not only fresh, but also canned, dried, frozen and in the form of fruit juices. You should realize, however, that fruits are taken primarily for their carbohydrate, mineral and vitamin content, and with very little regard for their protein or fat content. The proteins and fats of most fruits are almost negligible.

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Inclose a 3-cent stamp for reply when addressing any question of fact or in* formation to The Indianapolis Times Washington Service Bureau, 1013 13thst. N. W., Washington, D. C. Legal and medical advice can not be given, nor can extended research be undertaken. Q —What is a kilowatt? A—One thousand watts. The watt is the unit of electric power, and is the product of multiplying the applied 'voltage by the amperes flowing through the appliance. Electric rates usually are based upon the number of kilowatts consumed. Q—ls Maj. Bowes a major in the Army? A—He was a major and staff specialist in the Officers' Reserve Corps, United States Army, attached to the adjutant general's office in Washington, D. C. a

the gradual confiscation, part by part, of the machinery of free government, or the seizure of a home, a farm, a business, or some dilapidated temple not made with hands. The point is, our stupid brother shall surely die; be driven from his Eden. The other night an amusing epitaph .was read over the air; “Owen Moore has gone away. Owin’ more than he could pay!” How freighted with significance that little pun is to the discerning! Millions have already “gone away.” The rest of us surely must. There is no escaping the great Proprietor of All —unless we turn back our dials to T-R-U-T-H, which alone can scatter this devilish static, which alone can repurchase our birthrights. non PREDICTS FEDERAL DEBT NEVER WILL BE PAID By H. C. A. To feed our 12 million unemployed the government has to borrow some three billions each year. These billions which thus pile up are supposed to be paid back two or three decades from now. The money finally will have to come by taxing consumers. Do you, fellow Americans, realize what that means? It simply means that all these billions of dollars will be extracted from the children of present day workers, and handed over to the children of present day rich. By what right do we, who live now, force the next generation to pay our debts through hard labor? And what are the possibilities of making such a plan work? Let us see. If capitalism, through some magic, could be made to last for another generation, the system would certainly be in a still worse shape than it is now. Let us not play ostrich, my friends, but wake up to the fact that the billions which the government now borrows never will be

FRUITS generally are quite digestible. The ease of digestion depends on the nature of the fruit and its degree of ripeness. A raw, ripe apple passes from the stomach about three hours and 10 minutes after it is eaten. A green apple takes longer. The excess acid present in unripe fruit may produce irritation and is sometimes the cause of colic. When fruits are cooked, the fibrous material is softened and they become more easily edible. Cooking, however, will lessen greatly the value of many of the important ingredients. The odors and flavors of fruits are due to small quantities of flavor substances, in many instances difficult to reproduce. Occasionally it is possible, however, to make artificial fruit flavors which are difficult to distinguish from the natural substance. Fruits contain a high percentage of water. Most fruits tend to have an alkaline end result in the body, the exception being prunes, plums and cranberries.

Q—What is the origin of the old belief that after a snake is killed its tail will live until sundown? A—Owing to the reaction of its nervous system the tail will continue to wiggle long after the snake is otherwise apparently dead. But there is nothing to the belief that it will continue to wiggle until sundown or any other particular time. Q —How large are the largest whales? A—The largest are the blue whales, Baloenoptera musculus, which attain a length of 100 feet or more and a weight of about 70 tons. Q —Who were the members of the comedy team who appeared on the screen a number of years ago and were known as “Ham and Bud”? A—Lloyd Hamilton and Bud Duncan.

paid back. The money represents a gift from the bondholders. A gift to the unemployed? Only in part. Most of it goes to industry, or rather to the owners of industry. For it is a fact that without the much criticised government spending industry would not be able to make a profit, and would close down. As we all ought to know now, the workers are paid only enough to buy back a fraction of the goods they turn out. The rest is being bought with the money which comes from unemployment relief. And it is just that little “rest” which makes a continuation of the profit system possible—until government distribution of billions must stop. And then what? man HORACE PORTER BIDDLE'S WORK PRAISED By June Spears Just a word to Mr. H. F. Clancy of Logansport, dated April 4. I am the daughter of the first white child that was born on Judge Biddle’s Island. I have his book of prose. Yes, he was a grand old man. You may sing of your Shelleys and Rileys but give me the forgotten Horace Porter Biddle. JUDAS’ KISS BY GRACE M. COOK No man knows beauty till he feels The heavy hand of pain Press down upon a lonely heart While walking in the rain. No man has heard a robin sing Till he has stood apart From other men in loneliness, And listened with his heart. No man has known the depth of love While basking in its bliss; Love stands full stature only when Revealed by Judas’ kiss. DAILY THOUGHT Thou shalt not oppress an hired servant that is poor and needy, whether he be of thy brethren, or of thy strangers that are in thy land within thy gates.—Deuteronomy 25:14. THERE is no happiness for him who oppresses and persecutes; there can be no repose for him. For the sighs of the unfortunate cry for vengeance to heaven.—Pestalozzi.

SIDE GLANCES

*7 understand she already has proposed to him, and all she has to do is get his father's consent

-APRIL 13, 1936

Vagabond from Indiana ERNIE PYLE

EDITOR'S NOTE—This rnviitt r,pn,t tar The Times fees srhere he pleite*, when hr pleases, in search of odd stories about this and that. Mexico city. April 13.—well, that's behind us. We have crossed the "horror stretch' of the new Pan-American Highway—the 60 miles from Tamazunchale to Jacala. It was. I believe, the most fantastic experience of my life. We took five hours for the 60 miles. It was five hours of unworldliness. I came out in a weird state of mind—a feeling that I had been far away from this earth we know, back into the ages, back almost into mysticism. For five hours we rode on wheels in the sky. We circled mountain peaks. We drove in a world of clouds —above them, between them, through them. Once we were scared. Several times we were nervous. But the road is completely passable, if you’re careful. It was raining when we leftTamazunchale at 8:30 a. m. Not hard but drippy and dark. We started climbing immediately. For 10 miles the mountains are not bad. mam WE were, I'll admit, tense. Waiting for—and sort of holding back from—the first sight of what has been called the most dramatic road on the American continent. It kept raining. Finally, we stopped. Mountains were all around us—above, below, on every side. In the far valleys below, puffs of clouds floated along—snow-white against the dark green forests. Above, some of the peaks stood mistily silhouetted against the wet sky; others were lost entirely in solid clouds. We started on. slowly. The road surface got worse. For almost the whole 60 miles the road had been blasted out of the mountain side, and it is merely a ledge. There are spots where the wall below is absolutely sheer, and you'd drop half a mile. In one place there had been a slide the day before. Hundreds of tons of dirt and rock tumbled down onto the road. Traffic had been held up three hours. When we arrived, the men had it cleared enough on the outside to let us drive over. But it still made a hump, and it slanted toward the cliff edge, and it was slick. There was just about four feet between the outside track and the edge. I went over in low gear, a foot at a time, muscles and nerves as tight as piano wires. We made it. nan THE road is 30 feet wide (three cars could run abreast) except in a few places where they are working on it. The curves are steeply and beautifully banked. The whole thing is a magnificent piece of engineering. There is no guard-railing along the edges. But they will wall the whole distance after it's surfaced. When we were well above a mile high, we saw the clouds closing in on us. Suddenly, we drove through a white wall, and there we were, inside the clouds. It was pure ghostland. I could barely see the radiator. I couldn't see the edge of the road. I went into low gear. nan IT was cold. I rolled up the window. My head felt tight. I had to take deep breaths to get any air. I have spoken before of how the. country along the new highway reminds you of other parts of the world. The grim people, the mountains, the clouds, the cold thin air, the great height, all combine in your consciousness into a shape of being lost in the Himalayan land of lamas and ageless things. At the end of five hours we drove, out of the clouds onto smooth gravel. The worst was over. We went down into the little town of Jacala, and then up again on the other side, and then through more mountains (really worse than before), but this part is freshly paved and it doesn’t seem so bad. Another 40 miles and you are out of them. The rest of the ride to Mexico City (it’s a hundred miles) is an anti-climax, but a soothing lotion, too. You can relax and quit staring. It’s over high, level tableland. It’s really as interesting as the rest: of the trip, but you're still in the “Tibet daze” when you drive into Mexico City.

By George Clark