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_ WEDNESDAY. MAY 13, 1934. MORE TRAFFIC, MORE DANGER now on through the summer months highways and streets will be crowded to capacity with week-end automi .lie traffic. Last week-end w.' _ ideal for driving and traffic was heavy. An automobile crash took the life of an Indianapolis woman, bringing the Marion County traffic death toll for 1936 to 52. An early morning pleasure ride ended in death for two young girls and a boy near Evansville. A young expectant mother at Lafayette died in a smashup on her way to a hospital. All told, week-end motoring cost 11 Indiana lives. Marion County and Indianapolis hav shamefully poor safety ratings this year in comparison with other Indiana cities and towns. Indianapolis ranks next to the bottom in safety among Indiana cities of 70,000 or more. Among counties having populations of 25,000 or more, Marion stands twentieth in a list of 34. Montgomery and Daviess Counties, which have had no fatalities, rank first. As traffic congestion increases this summer, the greater will be the danger of collisions and wrecks, and the greater the need for caution and reduced speeds. THE “G” WAY FOR LYNCHERS T. EDGAR HOOVER’S G-Men are entitled to all " the credit they are getting. And they are getting it in full measure. For, when results are forthcoming, the public is not niggardly with its appreciation. With the arrest and confession of that elusive female impersonator, Thomas H. Robinson Jr., the G-Men have completed the round-up of kidnapers. For the first time since passage of the Lindbergh Law, which made kidnaping for ransom a Federal offense, there are no known or alleged kidnapers at large. Here is the record of four years of intense and intelligent activity of the G-Men: Sixty-three kidnaping cases cleared up; 146 convictions; 20 more prisoners in custody awaiting trial; prison sentences totaling 2028 years; 29 life sentences; 4 death sentences. Os course, it is possible that the s'ate ■which is clean today may not look so good next week. New bands of kidnapers may spring up. Anew wave of kidnaping may sweep the country, striking terror into the hearts of parents. That may happen, but we don’t expect it. We don't, becau.se Mr. Hoover’s G-Men have put terror in the reverse; they have brought into the picture that most effective of all crime deterrents—fear of certain punishment. n n n ALL we have said here concerns the crime of kidnaping for ransom—a crime with which state and local police proved themselves utterly incapable to cope. So Congress made it a Federal crime. The record is proof of the effectiveness of Federal police action—of the superiority of an intelligently directed and mobile force of law enforcers, unhampered by state lines, unhindered by local political influences. Kidnaping for ransom became a Federal crime because of tire default of local enforcement. There are other crimes which local law officers apparently are unable or unwilling to curtail. One, in particular, is the crime of lynching. There hasn’t been anew case of kidnaping for months. Why? Because of that fear of certain punishment. But there have been at least a half dozen cases of mob murder in recent weeks. Why? Because of confidence that punishment would not result. We urge again that the Wagner-Costigan antilynching bill be enacted, so that a few of Mr. Hoover’s G-Men may be sent, for example, into Georgia to instill anew the respect for the right of trial by Jury. LIVE STOCK EXCHANGE r l''HE Indianapolis Live Stock Exchange, justly proud of its achievements in building a major industry for the city, is host today at French Lick to the National Live Stock Exchange. It is the first time since 1915 that the Indianapolis Exchange has entertained the national organization. The event recalls the rapid growth of the exchange here. When the Indianapolis Union Stockyards was opened in 1877, the plant covered eight acres and Included only four sheds. Destroyed by fire in 190, the plant was rebuilt on a larger scale. Tills has grown until today the strockyards cover 180 acres. The exchange building is one of the lrrgest in the city. Stock-trucking has developed Into another huge business, with trucks converging here from all parts of Indiana and from neighboring states. The volume of business at the stockyards last year totaled $42,000,000. Capacity is about 30,000 head dally. Indianapolis has climbed to third place among the hog markets of the world. These are some of the reasons why the men who run the big industry- at the end of Kentucky-av are proud to entertain their national organization. LANDON ON RELIEF LANDON’S statements to date on relief have beei. disappointing in their lack of a definite program. This is somewlut understandable, for the problem is too new ani complex to be dismissed with an easy Ipse dix.t from the stump. We all agree with the Ciovernor's general criticisms. We do need “an honest and effective relief system.” We want “wretched politics” driven from relief administration, although there is no warrant for the implication that persons on relief are required to sell their “votes for bread.” We believe that “there is no future on the relief rolls,” and that jobs are “the only real solution.” Gov. Landon is silent on what many of his party consider one answei to the high cost of relief—decentralization of administration. Doubtless this is because as Governor he knows it won’t work. Between January, 1933. and January-, 1935, according to FERA reports, a total of $54.745,59 went into Kansas relief. Os this $39,949,490 was Federal money, $14,825,622 local money, $470,877 state money. Thus the Federal government assumed 73 per

cent of Kansas’ relief burden, the localities 26.1 per cent, the state (prevented by its Constitution from assuming debts without direct votes of the people) only .09 per cent. This Governor, apparently, is too honest to dogmatize and too humane to suggest the turning of relief families back to the states and localities to suffer what the New Jersey needy are going through. Mr. Landon, however, offers one constructive suggestion. He wants a thorough fact-finding investigation of the relief mess. The Senate is being urged to amend the $1,500,000 relief bill to provide for a non-partisan relief policy board of experts for just such a purpose. “Let us have the truth about it, whatever it is," says Gov. Landon. If the Roosevelt Administration blows cold on such a rational proposal the Republicans yet may find in the relief picture an issue they heretofore have failed to discover. “DO SOMETHING ELSE” VIFORD now comes, following a White House ’ ™ conference, that the President will not insist on the so-called Administration bill that was originated in the House in response to his taxation message. We said the other day we believed one of the President’s most admirable traits—one rare indeed among men who occupy such high political office—is found in the fact that he does not claim omniscience; is willing to admit mistakes; does not suffer from pride of authorship. And we predicted that trait would be demonstrated this week in connection with the tax muddle. It has. GOOD NEWS YESTERDAY’S budget of post-depression news contained enough items to put an end to some of the lingering complaints about poor business. On the basis of 4380 Hoosiers placed in private employment during April, Martin F. Carpenter, Indiana and United States Employment Service director for the state, predicted this Federal-state service would place 50,000 persons in private jobs in Indiana this year—twice the 1935 figure. The Indianapolis North Side Realtors reported that members since Jan. 1 have sold properties worth $1,504,000—a high mark in recent years. City building permits issued from Jan. 1 to May 9 this year totaled $2,033,794, compared with $993,050 for the same period in 1935. The H. P. Wasson department store went ahead with plans to build anew eight-story addition. Business is rushing ahead and those who are making the most of it have little time to talk about hard times. The optimistic report on employment does not mean that this problem is solved, for the number of unemployed still is extremely high. It does mean we are on our way. SPENGLER AND ECKENER “npHE end is at hand,” wrote Oswald Spengler, the Munich Jeremiah, who has died at 56. “The downfall of the Occident is approaching.” Western capitalism and its twin, democracy, are grown old — he declared. Our pride is the pride that goeth before the fall. Western civilization soon will roam the darkness with Rome, Greece, Egypt and India. Another German of greater faith proves the West is still youthful by steering his giant dirigible across the ocean in less than 62 hours. The Hindenburg, riding high above the pitching ocean liners below, carried a select list of 51 passengers, who luxuriated in evening clothes, fresh flowers, piano concerts and contract bridge as the great ship sped westward at 90 miles an hour. “This trip is like a dream to me,” radioed Dr. Hugo Eckener. A dream, indeed, but one come true, like so many “impossible” things that daily are becoming commonplaces. These amazing mechanisms that make up western civilization can, of course, be destroyed by what Spengler called Caesarism. The present government of these two Germans may do its part in destroying them in our generation. But when western civilization dies it will not be from old age. It will be suicide. A WOMAN’S VIEWPOINT By Mrs. Walter Ferguson ■pvEPLORING the dearth of good husband material, a correspondent castigates American mothers for pampering their sons, and charges them with increasing the divorce rate. This question has two sides. If mothers spoil their sons, they also spoil their daughters. I dare say statistics on the subject would show that women are far more responsible for broken homes these days than men. Unless a wife works outside the home I do not hold with the theory that the man should drop his evening paper to help with the dishes, or walk the floor nights with the baby. There would be exceptions, of course, if the family were large or the mother overworked during times of crisis. But the breadwinner of either sex is entitled to leisure at home. Another fact which sticks up like a sore thumb when one investigates the matrimonial situation is ignored by our critic. Women as a rule dislike to have men messing around with the housework. Should they happen to show special talent for it such skill is bound to be resented, since home-mak-ing is the one art in which women are supposed to excel. What is more, no wife wants an effiminate husband. The quality which attracts her most is his helplessness when confronted by household details and his awkwardness before domestic dilemmas. Her maternal intinct responds to tins helplessness. Our chief mistake is made when we assume that a good husband is one who shows his wife polite little attentions or treats her as if she were a valuable bit of bric-a-brac. Facts give the lie to this theory. The man who hopes to keep the love of a woman by any such method is headed for disillusion and divorce. Asa matter of cold fact we prefer men who can dominate us. We love best those who give us orders, and sooi: grow to despise those who take orders from us. HEARD IN CONGRESS REP. SISSON (D„ N. Y.>: The gentleman (Rep. Blanton) spends so much, time upon the floor and uses so much space in the Congressional Record and costs the taxpayers, incidentally, so much to print what he has to say in recommending his own superior wisdom, virtue and courage that I wonder sometimes* if he could not as a result of his 20 years’ service in Congress find any one else than himself to testify for himself. It would certainly be a saving to the taxpayers if he would bear in mind the injunction of Solomon, “Let another man praise thee.” n n n -p EP. MAVERICK (D., Tex.): The Republican -FN. Party is backed and controlled by an organization known as the American Liberty League— Rep. Christianson (R„ Minn.): The head of the American Liberty League is a good Democrat. Rep. Maverick: Quondam, ex-Democrat; now reactionary hired hand of the munitions interests and in his spare time a reactionary boss of the Republican Party.

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Our Town By ANTON SCHERPER

HPHE exhibit of pictorial photog- -*■ raphy up at the Herron again raises the question whether a ; photographer can be an artist—whether, indeed, he can qualify as an artist. We bring up the subject because there are still some people who claim he can’t and who honestly believe that the sooner he knows about it the better it will be for Art. The confusion, probably, arises because of our misuse of the word “art.” It is an ugly word for so beautiful a thing. It stands for so many things that one is never quite sure what the people who use it intend it to mean. And it adds to the confusion when it is qualified by the word “fine.” Indeed, to listen to some people, there is now no art but .“fine art,” which is to say, there is no art but what is the exclusive property of painters, sculptors, musicians and poets. Which, of course, lets out tl)e photographers, if we listen to these people. 9 9 9 117 E are perfectly willing to ad- ~ * mit that the conscious effort after beauty is categorically the thing which distinguishes the fine arts from others; but why deny such a conscious effort to one kind of workman and not to another? It is an abnormal condition of things wherein we differentiate between good workmen and so-called, artists. In a normal society a mason and a sculptor of images are simply different kinds of artists. And by the same token, so are photographers and painters. After all, it is the goodness of a thing that counts, and the criterion in art is discoverable only when we know what a thing really is. A good work of art is a thing that its maker has made as well as it ought to be made and the difficulty of knowing whether a thing has been made well or ill is the difficulty of knowing what are the rules governing its making. 9 9 9 \ LFRED Stieglitz was among the first in America to sense the goodness” of a good camera-shot picture and to point out the rules governing its making. His rule was simply that of any good workman, namely: To stay within the limitations of his tools and materials, and to endow them with an artist’s not a painter’s—point of view, Stieglitz compelled recognition because he saw in photography an entirely new medium of individual expression and because he did is probably why the show at the Herron is the satisfying thing it is. At any rate, this year’s show is good because photographers are sensing the unique possibilities of their own “art.” 9 9 9 can't leave the show without pointing out two pictures: “Cacti,” by E. Ashford Sampson, and “Pottery,” by Christine Fletcher —not that they are the best, but because they indicate what photography, and no other art, can do. No painter, for instance, could ever hope to achieve the infinite tonal graded values of the exquisite shapes shown in these pictures. It’s not that we want to ’isparage painting; it’s because we want to see the photographers get what’s coming to them. Some day, we’ll say something nice about the painters.

TODAY’S SCIENCE By Science Service——.

'T'HE cure of cancer, the solution 1 of many medical problems, in fact, the very secret of life itself, may lie in the answer to one question. Couched in scientific terms the question is: What is the explanation of morphogenesis? In simpler language it is: Why do living organisms assume the form they do? ' Why, for example, does the normal human being develop as he does? Why do his legs grow to equal length? Why ( do the fingers of his hands take on symmetrical shapes? Why does not one ear grow to be five times the size of the other? The answer to these questions thinks Prof. Edmund W. Sinnott of Columbia University, may be more fundamental than any which can be asked in the realm of biology. Morphogenesis, the study of the causes which produce form and structure in living organisms, may provide the key to life, he says. “Any one who has studied abnormal growth can testify to the ghastly malformations of which all organisms are sometimes capable,” Dr. Sinnott writes in the Independent Journal, publication of the Columbia Graduate School of Journalfern. “Cancer is such an abnormality in man and is caused by a derangement of the delicate developmental mechanism by which the growth of the body is ordinarily controlled.” If students of cancer understood the riddle of organic form, they could control cancer. Dr. Sinnott says. But this riddle is still far from solution. DAILY THOUGHT The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.—l Corinthians, 15:26. MEN fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and ret no man knows what it may not be the greatest good.—W. Mitford.

NOT ALL DRUNKS ARE DRIVERS

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The Hoosier Forum

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their views in these columns, reliaious controversies excluded. Make t tour letters short, so all can have a chance. Limit them to 850 words or less. Your letter must be sioned, but names will be withheld on reouest.) * 9 9 9 WATCHES YOUTHS PRACTICE FOR AUTO ACCIDENT N. Taylor Todd It is now 10 p. m. and for the last two hours I have been listening to a group of boys and girls, all probably less than 18, practicing for an automobile accident. After reading about an accident last week in which a young man was killed on Riverview-dr, within a mile or so of this locality and apparently under similar circumstances, it causes one to wonder on how many more corners in our “No Mean City” other groups of children also are practicing. It tends to cause thinking persons to fear to venture on our streets. This is what they were doing. Half of the group would get into the car and with clashing of gears, shrieking of horns and much yelling would start down the street as fast as the car could go. During the 10 or 15 minutes of the absence of the car, which no doubt was speeding down streets and careening around corners, for you could hear the loud horn frequently—those left on the curb would discuss the driver at the top of their voices: “Boy, lookit him go,” “Some speed,” “Ain’t he reckless,” “He’ll get killed sure.” At length the car would return. You could hear it some distance off, but at last it would arrive in a triumph of noise, brakes grinding, tires sliding, voices yelling: “Look out,” “Here he comes,” “Get on the curb,” “He’ll hit you sure.” And then the process would be repeated by the other half of the group. If the parents of these children do not value their investment in the car and the children themselves, at least they might have some consideration and courtesy for the lives of others which were endangered and the peace of the surrounding neigh-

Watch Your Health

BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN QPEECH is an important means of testing development of the child. It is, of course, the chief distinction between * man and the animals. At the age of one year, a child can say a few single words, and at the end of two years it can begin to make sentences of about two or three words each. A 2-year-old child may have a vocabulary of from 100 to 500 words. Dr. Arnold Gesell, child psychologist, says that a 2-year-old child can fold paper, use simple sentences and phrases, name familiar objects, such as keys, pennies, and watches, listen to stories, look at pictures, and attempt to describe its own experiences. It will also ask for things by their own names. There are various tests to show whether the. baby is developing normally from the mental point of view. In the Binet-Simon tests, which are standard, the child of 3 is asked to show its mouth, nose, and eyes; it is asked to repeat two numbers which are not consecutive, and it is given three opportunities to repeat numbers in this way.

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proper handling and use of an automobile. 9 9 9 BOULEVARDS GO ROUND AND ROUND, READER SAYS By “Worried” Some years ago the citizens of Indianapolis, by a tremendous majority, indicated their desire for a city manager form of municipal government. By a decision which would rob any judiciary of the respect of decent citizens, the Supreme Court of the state thwarted the will of the people and we continue to select municipal officers and employes on the basis of affiliation with one of the national parties. A series of articles written daily until the Republicans win an election would not exhaust the list of weaknesses of our present form of municipal government, but we might begin with the work of the City Planning Commission. Some years ago, during the reign of our genial and beloved auctioneer, Mayor Shank, we saw the beginning of a boulevard system. This wonderful boulevard, which would mystify and amaze any good authority on city planning, had its beginning in a cornfield several miles northwest of the city. It then proceeded northward in a circuitous route, past some real estate subdivisions, not toward the city where people might want to travel, but around the city as though to puzzle and beguile the innocent motorist who might conclude that this was a highway which might lead him to the business district. Coming into the outskirts over a bridge which was conveniently near, it then proceeded as quickly as possible out of the city again and eastward through the green pastures of the. kine and the cabbage patches and the rhubarb, until finally those who had the patience to continue found themselves on a gravel road cut deep with inefficient countygovernment chuck holes somewhere near Buzzards’ Roost, or some other

IF it succeeds once out of three times, it is considered as not below normal intelligence. A sample test is to show the child a picture in which there are four or five objects of importance, and have it name the important objects. A 3-year-old child, if normal mentally, is able to pick out a boy, a dog, a tree or a car. By the time the child is 4 years old, it should know whether it is a boy or girl. A 4-year-old child should be able to name successively three familiar objects shown to it, such as a spoon, a book, or a pencil, and to repeat three nonconsecutive numbers. A 6-year-old child should be able to tell whether any particular time of the day is noon or evening. It should be able to define use of a iork, a chair, a knife, or a table. Tests that have been developed will seem relatively simple to most grown-up people. Even so, these tests demand a certain amount of brain activity. The tests are based on the results of careful observation of thousands of children. Conspicuous failure in performance of any of these tests should demand special attention of the parents to the question of the child’s education.

A—Bom in Bombay, India, the son of John Lockwood and Alice MacDonald Kipling. Q—How could the Supreme Court of the United States be abolished? A—By amending the Constitution. Q —What are the religious affiliations of Gov. Alfred M. Landon of Kansas; Frank Knox, the Chicago publisher; Senator Arthur H. Vandenberg of Michigan, and Senator William E. Borah of Idaho? A—Gov. Landon is a Methodist; Frank Knox and Senator Vandenberg, Congregationalists; Senator Borah, Presbyterian. Q—When it is 6 p. m. E. S. T. in the United States, what time is it in Italy? A—lt Is 12 midnight.

virgin woodland lying northeast of the suburb which gave the Irvington Republican Club to the nation and the world. And then the next generation of little experimenters took some more of the hundreds of thousands of tax money tweedled out of Harry Miesse’s employers and built a boulevard from Garfield Park along Pleasant Run (which sometimes had water in it and all times smelled to high heaven) northeast to Ellenberger Park. And all the time this was being done, the East Side was and is craving main traffic- artqries into the center of town. All this is history, but we come now to the current events as time marches on. Now some contemporary playboys are going to build another road. This time they will connect Kesslerblvd, far, far out in the country surrounding lovely Shadeland, with the dangling end of the other boulevard which leads down to the gas plant. Except for real estate speculators and politico-contractors, no one is calling for such a highway, and there are plenty of golfers and property owners whose front yards are being destroyed, who see no reason for it at all The Best Minds on the city council are building, of course, for Sunday joyriding, but it doesn’t occur to them that English-av is wide and enticing from the Brookville-rd to the grade crossing of the Big Four near State-av, and there it dissolves into a maze of narrow streets and alleys like the map of Addis Ababa. Pardon the verbiage, but we need a city planning commission in Indianapolis. Do you agree? SING ME A SONG BY JOSEPHINE DUKE MOTLEY Oh, sing me a song of a bright May day With both clouds and sun in the sky That my spirit may clip the fleeciest tip Os a cumulus sailing by. And let my feet tread through a dense, green wood Where May flowers and trillium bloom Above last year’s leaves as a carpet cleaves To a floor, or a smile covers gloom. But this is not all that the song must held: I must have you, too, by my side; Then the melody sweet will be complete On the bright wings of fortune to ride.

!—— ■ I ■ 'Oct* ■‘But, what would happen to us if I decided to retire, .tool} 1

MAY To, 1936

Vagabond from Indiana ERNIE PYLE

EDITOR'S NOTE— ThI ravine reporter for The Times foes where he pleases, when he plemses, in search of odd storiea shoot thia and that. TACALA, Mexico, May 13.—When American tourists drive up to the gasoline station just outside of Jacala, they usually make some remark in stumbling Spanish and tha man at the gas station answers in English. Whereupon the tourist will say: “Why, you speak pretty good English. don’t you?” And the gas station man says: “Well, I ought to. I’ve been practicing it for 50 years.” That would be Tom Simpson. Tom lives here. He laughs and says he is Jacala’s “foreign colony.” He is the ony foreigner here. There isn't even a Spaniard in town. There are quite a few Americans scattered along the new Pan-Amer-ican Highway from Texas to Mexico City. Probably a dozen or more, running tourist camps or gas stations or stores. But I think Tom Simpson is the best one. He has been in Mexico 15 years. He has been back to the States only once, a year after he came to Mexico. He expects to live here the rest of his life. 9 9 9 YOU stay in a place so long,” he says, “and it becomes home to you. This is my home now. and any place else would seem strange.” Tom Simpson lives in a two-story white stucco house, smack on the cobblestone street. There is neither yard, porch nor step between the street and his front door. He has no electric lights or running water. But he has good beds and good food, and quite a few books, and an Aladdin lamp and some rocking chairs, and he is comfortable enough when you get used to it. He is about 50, and walks as though his feet hurt him. He wears a strange sun hat in the daytime, and a heavy gray sweater in the evening. He was all shot up in the war, but I don’t know much about that. I like Tom Simpson best of all because he is the only American I have met living permanently in Mexico who has much regard for the Mexicans. 9 9 9 “T FOUND after I'd been here A awhile that most Americans come down here with the feeling that they’re better than Mexicans,” he said. “But. I’ve never felt that way. I suppose that’s the reason I’ve got along so well with them.” I like Tom Simpson also because at first glance you think he’s a sort of hill-billy rotting away here in the tropics, and then after awhile he turns out to be an ex-Army officer, and a graduate mining engineer, and he uses good English, and reads a lot, and has a very gentle feeling toward human beings. He is from Leadville, Colo. He has been in mining all his life, except for the Army interval. While he was away in the war his entire family died. “I was the last of the Mohicans.” he said. “And then after the war I couldn’t get a job. Oh, I -could get jobs, but nothing that amounted |to anything. And I was getting sick of the snow and sleet. So I decided to drift south. That was 1921. “I landed in Mexico City with just 11 pesos, and couldn’t speak a word of Spanish. I ran on to an American, and he says why don't you go up to Pachuca? It’s only 50 miles and it’s one of the biggest mining places in the world. So I went up there, and got a job, and I stayed there 11 years.” 9 9 9 TOM SIMPSON moved to Jacala four years ago. He owns six silver and gold mines just outside of town. But they aren’t running now. All the Mexicans around here are working on the highway, and there’s no labor for the mines. As soon as the highway is finished, Simpson expects to make some money. In the meantime he runs his gas station, and is building a little adobe hotel near it. He has been married nine years. His wife is a fine-looking Mexican woman, but she seldom shows herself. She has a sister who does beautiful art needle-work—makes pictures that you couldn’t tell from an oil painting three feet away. Simpson is very proud of them. If the gas station does well, and his mines get going again, Tom Simpson hopes that in a couple of years or so he might get a car and take a two-month tour all over the United States. But he would come back here.