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Tt Seems ioMe HEM BROUN YORK, May 7.—Once I wrote that no man ever knows just when to stop. Human beings time themselves badly in the matter of making exits. We all stay on too long. So it must be admitted that Prof. Kittredge did rather well. For my taste hi* farewell to Harvard University was a shade too theatrical, but It wa. effective, and, af*er all, he had taught Shakespeare for 40 or 50 years.

He did not dramatize himself in the manner of Lear or Mercutio or Macbeth. I wish I knew more about Shakespeare, but that can’t be blamed on Kittredge. He did his best, or, if not that, at least he put no obstacles in my way. However, I have a vague recollection that somewhere in “Julius Caesar" Brutus ani Cassius sit down in a tent and talk together very quietly. Pei haps that's the thing called “the quarrel scene." In any case I refer to the part before they get to fighting. That would be the mood of

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Prof. Kittredge’s farewell. The high and florid tradition of Shakespeare was revised into the swaggering underemphasis of New England. Prof. Kittredge has a long white beard, but Insufficient showmanship to swing it, and so when he came to the river’s brink he made no oration, but set up his tent and placed upon it the sign "Business as Usual" In addition to the pupils in his course some 300 other students had gathered to hear “Kitty" take off. tt tt tt No Bugle Calls IP any expected him to weep or sing “The Last Round-Up" they were disappointed. He did f-.tch Shakespeare out and saddle the old word painter for a final foray, but it was done without benefit of bugle calls. The absent-minded professor gave no indication of noticing the studio audience. He addressed his remarks solely to those enrolled in English 2. The class was at work on Gene Tunney’s old favorite, "A Winter’s Tale." Where they had left off on the previous occasion they took ip again. A little before his hour was up he informed the class that he would not be able to finish the play at that morning session. He suggested that they might use the printed notes in the book, although he added that they were hardy as good as he could furnish. And then quite casually, too casually I fear, he said, "We’ll stop here.” From nr w on Harvard will have to find Shakespeare without the aid of George Lyman Kittredge, the last of the Old Guard of distinguished scholars at Cambridge. And since he had taught his subject in the same place and the same room for very nearly 50 years, perhaps he may be pardoned for departing at the end a little from the honored tradition of Harvard. He did not, as he might have done, step directly toward the door and so out into the yard and through the gate and home from Harvard. He blew himself for a full minute to the privilege of behaving like a leading man. He stood poised at the edge of the platform and took his full 60 seconds of applause from the 300. tt tt tt Clear the Aisle, Boys GEORGE LYMAN KITTREDGE did not bow or blow kisses to the crowd or in any way acknowledge the plaudits of the undergraduates. No flashing photographers had been bidden to be present. He kept clearly in his mind that this was not New Haven. But precisely at the end of a minute the professor indicated with his hand that he wanted the aisle cleared. It used to be a cloak he wore, if I remember. But in any case he threw something over his shoulders and without another word he left 50 years of teaching behind him. And as he walked under the elms in the direction of his house it may be that, like Christian, he felt relieved of his burden. It is even possible that he went straight to his library and, taking down a copy of "Hamlet,” said, “Now for the first time in 50 years I can read this for fun and find out if it really is any good." (Copyright, 1936)

'Disguised 7 Victory Credited to Landon BY RAYMOND CLAPPER WASHINGTON, May 7.—Although the headlines list Gov. Landon as having lost California, you will find a number of persons here who think he may have won a victory in disguise. In the first place, the “uninstructed slate’’ of delegates, backed by the Hoover group, contains a number of persons favorable to Landon. Not Hoover, but others who see Landon as the most practical choice. In the second place, Landon is now spared the handicap of having to go into the Cleveland convention—he won’t be there personally of course—flying the Hearst banner. In fact, the primary fight in California largely centered around Hearst. A number of leaders friendly to Landon refused to support the delegate slate which was placed in the field by Hearst on his own initiative. Hearst, rather than Landon, was the issue in California. Something more significant occurred in the South Dakota primary. There Landon and Senator Borah met in their first head-on clash. Landon, to be sure, was not formally entered, but one slate of delegates openly avowed its intention to vote for his nomination. South Dakota is real, hard-times, grass-roots territory, inclined to be inflationist, against Wall Street, against monopoly. There, if anywhere, Borah should find a track suited to his gait. But he was nosed out by Landon. The result materially weakens the leverage which Senator Borah has been expected to exert at the Cleveland convention, and increased Landon’s stature as a favorite in the debatable farm belt which the Republicans must have to win. Speaking of winning, if you were a Republican presidential candidate, what kind of campaign would you run? You could try it in one of two ways. You could use the “anything to win” method, employing the tactics of the Liberty League, make dog food speeches, call Roosevelt a Communist, a dictator and a nitwit combined; in short, follow the pattern laid down thus far by the Republicans and the anti-Roosevelt groups generally. OR you could proceed in a way that, whatever the outcome, you would be left standing before the country as a man who had conducted a campaign marked by fairness, intelligence, intellectual integrity—and above all as one who had contributed to the clarification of national problems. Then, whether you won or lost the election, you would win because you would have preserved the respect of the country for yourself and you would have laid sound foundations upon which the Republican Party could rebuild for the future. With the first type of campaign, if you win by smearing, misrepresentation, and by seeking to discredit some of the finest ideals that have been introduced into American politics, it would be a cynical victory which in time would not reflect great credit on the Republican Party. If you lost, it would be so much the worse for both you and the party. Getting down to the practical side of it, the Republicans, to win. must capture the independent vote which is now held to Roosevelt by fear of having the old crowd thrust back into power. Many persons undoubtedly are swallowing Roosevelt’s mistakes, his follow-through, his wastefulness, and the bald politics which mars certain parts of his Administration, solely because they see no alternative which will save the better things for which Roosevelt does stand. Also there wil be perhaps five and one-half million new voter*—possibly a balance of power—going to the polls for the first time. The candidate who wins is going to have to win his share of that young

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Trailer Camps Springing Up Rapidly in Southland

Herewith Is the fourth of the eerlea of article* on the amazingly popular auto trailer*. BY GEORGE H. DENNY lor the accommodation of house trailers are a development of the last two or three years. A very few camps are older, but today there are dozens where before there was one. At Sarasota, Fla., more than 1000 units—trailers, house cars and tents—assembled last winter for the Tin Can Tourists convention. At Clearwater, Fla., the newly formed Auto Tourists Association held its gathering. At many smaller camps in Florida, the Gulf States, the Southwest and the West Coast, the latch string was out to trailers last winter. Now the trailers are drifting North. They will gather again at convention points and camps in Michigan, Wisconsin, the New England states, Canada and the Northwest. Many outfits will stick to the migration routes established in past years; many will break away from paved roads to find the finer fishing and deeper seclusion on pine wood trails and mountain passes. , Vacation over, thousands of trailers will be stored for the summer. More thousands on summer leave will take the vacant places. This summer trailers will penetrate territories where they still are a novelty. They will add many friends and, necessarily, some enemies. tt tt tt 'T'HREE years ago the trailerites ■*- were not able to pick and choose their camping spots as they are today. The hand of many a tourist camp owner and hotel keeper was against them. In some cities and towns they found hostile groups had sponsored ordinances forbidding them to park in corporate limits or on public parks and beaches. These >nubs made little difference to the trailer people. They always were able to find parking spots near filling stations or in the rear of a cross-road store. The worst that could happen was to be forced to park along the road. This was no hardship. They were self-contained, utterly independent. “Os course it’s convenient to camp where you can plug in on the light circuit and have a hot bath,” said one veteran. “But I can laugh at them when they tell me to move on,” he continued. “I have lights from the car battery and from a gasoline lantern and we can heat water on the stove for a bath. Doesn’t cost as much, either.” This man was referring to an experience in Long Beach, Cal., where he said he was made to feel as much at home as a wasp in a phone booth. “That’s all changed now,” declared a second rover. “I was through there a few months ago and they treated me fine. I hear the merchants decided they were losing business by barring trailers and voted down the hotel men.” tt tt tt SO the trailer tide continued to flow, skipping unfriendly towns and bringing in great droves at Sarasota, Clearwater and Bartow, to name three older Florida camps. Finally the Florida tourist camp owners must have decided they couldn’t discourage these people with dark looks and raised noses. “What else could I do?” •shrugged a tourist camp owner near Tampa as he surveyed the brand new “Trailer Space” sign on his gate. “The camp up the road began to take trailers last fall. He had 10 or 15 every night. At 40 cents apiece it mounts up in a season. No investment or overhead to

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speak of. I’m doubling my trailer space for next year.” It may be several years before trailers are accepted in this spirit everywhere. As the covered wagons increase and seek new routes and territories there will be the same story of closed doors and attempted regulation. Maybe they’ll figure means to halt this army. The trailerites doubu it. tt tt T ARGE camps are regular littie towns. They are arranged in streets, rows or clusters, depending on the topography, drainage, trees and grass plots. You drive up to the office and an assistant shows you to your space and backs your trailer in if you are a novice. Backing trailers is an art. You’ll have them in your lap the first time you try it. Attach the extension cord to a nearby socket and unhitch the car. If you want to be fancy, rig up the striped awning from the side of the trailer to a couple of tent poles and unlimber the camp chairs. You are settled for a day or a year. Trash and garbage cans are placed at intervals. Restrooms are usually new and clean. There are wash tubs and lines in the rear and hot water for showers. On clay ground it’s a good idea to place a bucket under the drain from the sink. Not necessary on sandy soil. Parking privileges cost a dollar or two a week. At Clearwater we paid $1.75, which included electricity and an extra 25 cents for a third adult. One new camp near Miami charges $5 a week and everything is of the finest. tt tt tt AMUSEMENTS? Just about what you find at any resort. Shuffleboard, volleyball, a community house for cards, chess, checkers and dominoes. Fishing is where you find it. Golf and tennis on nearby courts and courses for a moderate fee. What do you expect for $1.50? The large camps have dances nearly every night. Otherwise, a beano game with a hundred or so playing. No admission charge, but you are expected to be a member of the association. The men gather to discuss the best roads and camps from one end of the nation to another. If a town is unfriendly to trailers the word spreads fast and a black mark goes on the map. Women exchange ideas on the best stoves, beds, water tanks and lighting arrangements. They are forever pestering their men to rig them up a gadget seen in another trailer. There is time for sewing, knitting and making shell lamps and pine needle baskets for the stay-at-homes. Ice, papers, groceries and laundry are delivered’ at the door. Concessions are valuable. tt tt tt I-'HAT is life in the trailer • camps. But there is another life, more adventurous, independent and costing even less. The lone wolf is apt to look down on his brother in the camps; consider him something of a softy. Many trailer owners never pay a cent for a place to park. It is a question of principle. Then, too, they want to be alone. They are forever venturing up side roads, chopping brush along narrow trails to reach a distant lake or stream. While on the move they sail right by camps and park wherever darkness finds them. They are the true descendants of the coveredwagon folk. They carry a store of emergency rations for the time when floods or mechanical troubles maroon them in the wilds. When new roads are opened they are the first to enter. Where the roads end they may blaze their own trail. They seek a spot where the sun always shines and’ fish always bite. Since, of course, they’ll never find tt, they’ll never stop.

By William Ferguson

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

WASHINGTON, May 7.—lt’s a sure-fire bet that the House will pass the Frazier-Lemke bill to refinance farm mortgages with a $3,000,000,000 issue of greenbacks. Working very quietly, the stage has been all set. The hostile Democratic leaders can’t hold their cohorts and the Republicans don’t want to hold theirs. Except for a relatively small bloc of Westerners, most of the Democrats who signed up for the bill privately are against it. But the fear of Father Coughlin is greater than the threats and pleas of their leaders. The radio priest showed his power in last week’s Pennsylvania primary. Two Democrats who had refused to come to heel on the bill were defeated, while one who had “come across,” Rep. Mike Stack of Philadelphia, was renominated over the opposition of the local Democratic organization. The lesson was not lost on the other boys who face doubtful election prospects. The day after the primary, so many of them rushed up to sign the discharge petition that the bill was forced out of committee, where it had been languishing for several years. n a ON the Republican side, two influences are at work —fear of Coughlin and desire to embarrass the Administration. Except for the handful of Progressives sincerely in favor of the scheme, all the other Republicans secretly are against it. But they know that a favorable vote will put the President in a hole. He has made it no secret that he will veto the bill, even though it means flaunting the Detroit radio priest. And nothing would give greater joy to the Republicans. Note—Roosevelt is in a much stronger position in the Senate on the Frazier-Lemke issue. Most of the Democratic Senators up for re-election this year are from the South, where Coughlin has little power.

IN the new Congressional Directory, only two of the eight women of Congress list their dates of birth. They are Mrs. Greenway of Arizona, who is 51, and Mrs. Rogers of Massachusetts, who is 56. Both, incidentally, look much younger. The others—Mrs. Caraway of Arkansas, Mrs. Long of Louisiana, Mrs. Kahn of California, Mrs. Jenckes of Indiana, Mrs. Norton of New Jersey, and Mrs. O’Day of New York—prefer to remain undated. tt a JIMMY ALLRED is the 8-year-old son of Gov. James V. Allred of Texas. Leonard Pack, six feet four, 220 pounds, is captain of the Texas Rangers. Jimmy and Pack came to Washington as a special delegation to invite the President to attend the Dallas Fair of the Texas Centennial celebration. Attired in full cowboy regalia—wide sombreros, flaring chap 6, boots, spurs, and each with two guns on their hips—they appeared at the White House. Jimmy's armament consisted of small 222caliber revolvers. Pack’s guns were huge, pearl-handled six-shooters. Jimmy entered the lobby of the

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executive offices ahead of his towering companion. The Secret Service men on guard took one look at the boy, gathered hastily around him and said: “Sorry, Bud, but you’ll have to leave your guns out here if you are going in to see the President.” “Okay,” said Jimmy, handing over his shootin’ irons. Just then in strode Capt. Pack. The Secret Service men eyed him carefully, but, strangely, let him pass without objection. The husky ranger was ushered into the President’s chamber, guns and all, extended hik invitation and retired. a a tt TJEHIND the overwhelming vote •*-*of the House of Representatives to give the Navy two new super-dreadnaughts was some interesting by-play. New York’s fighting Congressman Marcantonio had been’opposing the big battleships in four hours of debate. But during the debate there were never more than 40 Republicans and 75 Democrats (out of a total membership of 104 and 315, respectively, in the Chamber. Supported by Wisconsin’s Gerald J. Boileau, a Progressive Republican, Marcantonio put up such a fight that Republican and Democratic floor leaders tried to side-step a record vote. However, the two anti-battle-ship congressmen insisted. Whereupon the steamroller swung into action. Bells for a vote rang. Members came streaming out of their offices back to the floor. They had not heard the debate, but as they passed the swinging doors, the party whips called out a monotonous refrain: “On Marcantonio’s motion to

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strike out battleships from the Navy Bill—Vote ‘No!’” And “No” the boys voted—to the tune of. 212 to 73. Note—A. few minutes after this roll call, a vote merely by. voice passed the biggest peacetime, appropriation in the history of the Navy—ss3l,ooo,ooo. tt tt y SENATOR BILL BORAH privately is telling colleagues that he will do as well in the Ohio primary May 12 as he did last month in Illinois. In that contest he carried 13 of the state’s 15 congressional districts. . . . The Federal Bureau of Investigation (G-men) has more than 100,000 voluntarily offered fingerprints in its files. Among them are the prints of John D. Rockefeller Jr. and Gov. Merriam of California In rearin’ and tearin’ around Washington, Rep. Marion Zioncheck is living up to a tradition •he started early in life. At the University of Washington Zioncheck was also a storm center, was finally expelled for one of his pranks. . . . Maj. George Berry, chairman of the Labor Non-Parti-san Committee organized to boost Roosevelt’s re-election, will be given a “testimonial” dinner by local chiefs of the pressmen’s union, of which he is president. Sixteen hundred pressmen, several score labor leaders, plus Jim Farley and Labor Secretary Perkins, will participate. . . . Prof. O. G. Saxon, head of the G. O. P. brain trust, told an NRA labor code hearing two years ago that the 30-hour week “would violate natural economic laws and increase unemployment.” Reduction in hours of work, he explained, could be attained “only by operation of natural forces and at the proper time.” (Copyright. 1936, by United Feature Syndicate. Inc.)

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I Cover the World WUPHIUP SIMMS (Batting for Westbrook Pegier.) gERLIN, May 7.—Germany's desperate drive to confront Europe with a war machine the like of which the world has never seen, just as she did in 1914, may hopelessly undermine the Hitler regime. Within the Fuehrer’s cabinet are men who taka this view and who have warned him that the everincreasing strain, coming on top

of the state-subsidized boom of the past three years, is jeopardizing the Reich. All that has saved the country thus far is another ill-wind—-that of her world isolation. With no foreign credit, her domestic capital has been made to go ’round and ’round and ’round again, leaving foreign observers here gasping and dizzy, wondering what is holding the nation up. Dr. Irving Fisher says there are only eight men in the world

who know all about money. Dr. Hjalmar Schacht, president of the Reichsbank, seems to be all eight. Waving a Magic Wand being isolated from the rest of the world, economically speaking, Dr. Schacht has been forced to wave a magician’s wand and make financial rabbits stampede endlessly out of his top hat. Now Gen. Hermann Goering has been called in for some super-magic, in his new capacity as Commissar for Raw Materials and Foreign Exchange —which apparently leaves Dr. Schacht playing second fiddle. The German mark no longer is an international money. It is against the law to take any out of the country or to bring any in. Germany has no foreign trade balance to draw on. Practically everything she imports she gets by swapping—by some direct or three-cornered barter arrangement. That means that German banks and other financial institutions have been flooded with money. They have been exceedingly liquid—a fact of which the government has been making extremely potent use now for three years. This it does by means of short-term loans. It gives the banks its I. O. Us, or promissory notes* called “employment bills,” payable in 90 days. There are only 6,373,000,000 marks in circulation. As Germany could not borrow any sizable amount abroad, and as her income from taxes and all other sources is barely sufficient for ordinary needs, the only way she could meet even her existing shortterm obligations apparently would be by printingpress inflation. And this method Dr. Schacht insists will r.ot be used—as long as he is in power. tt tt Demands Are Increasing T>UT the government’s demands for money have not let up. On the contrary they are heavier now than ever. Yet the Reichsbank’s portfolios already are said to be composed 90 per cent of the unsecured Nazi paper. Other institutions are not quite so bad at present, but the vast rearmament bill has yet to be met. Again and again the banks have been squeezed for funds. Industrial concerns also have been obliged to chip in. Big contractors working on government orders are not only part paid with this paper, but have been ordered to hold on to it, instead of discounting it to meet pay rolls, for specified periods of time.

Liberal Viewpoint BY HARRY ELMER BARNES

IF we have historians a century from now they will read about a good many things which are happening today that will make them think that their eyes have gone back on them. Among the unbelievable materials which they will uncover, it is doubtful if anything will stand out in more striking fashion than the incredible lack of elementary logic and rudimentary common sense on the part of certain financial and business leaders of America in the years from 1933 to 1936. These men followed a business policy of their own making from 1921 to 1929. Subservient politicians, from the White House down, meekly did their bidding. Along came Franklin D. Roosevelt. Instead of attempting to build anew economic order he began to play ball cordially with American big business. If he made a few sharp critical remarks from time to time about its practices, he did little to modify them in any decisive degree. Now we find certain financial and business leaders calling for a return to the political and economic policies of 1921-33 which threw business into the abyss and kept it there until Mr. Roosevelt appeared on the scene. A good example is afforded by the General Motors Corp. I picked up the paper this week and discovered that General Motors was boasting the best business quarter in seven years. “The General Motors Corp. reported a net profit for the quarter ended March 31, 1936, of $52,464,174, equal to $1.17 a share on the average common shari J outstanding -during the period. This is the largest earnings for any first quarter since 1929 and the third best March quarter in the history of the corporation.” But I had Just laid down a newspaper item in which Alfred P. Sloan Jr., president of General Motors, had denounced the New Deal as hampering business.

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“rpHE HAPPY ALIENIST,” by Wallace Smith, is X a frolicsome and irreverent tale about a famous Viennese psychiatrist who seems to have been about two degrees goofier than any of the dithering unfortunates he was called on to treat professionally. I Viennese psychiatry, apparently, being what it is, this made no difference at all to any one until the learned professor bumped into two decayed but ornamental relics of the old Austrian aristocracy. Then things began to happen to him. Before he quite knew what was happening, he found himself married to a young woman who was so beautiful that he never could get up the nerve to speak to her. To overcome his shyness, he had a lifelike wax model made in her image and kept it in his study, where he used to sit and talk to it by the hour, giving its lifeless ears the burning phrases he never dared voice in the presence of his flesh-and-blood spouse. This, of course, left the little woman free to go out and play, which she did; and before long we find the professor getting into one of the dizziest tangles any novelist, ever recorded. Asa climax, he commits three surprisingly bloodless murders and toddles off happily to the asylum to end his days counting his fingers in peace. Published by Smith and Haas, it sells lor $2, JJB. CJ.

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