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NEW YORK, July 2.—In commenting on ~~ the President's speech the New York Tribune said: “He conjured up ‘privileged princes,” ‘economic royalists,” carving ‘new dynasties,” and ‘enemy within our gates,’ and ‘economic despotism’ and ‘palaces of privilege” Who and what actually are these dark powers and dominations?” * If the editorial writer had actually wanted an answer to his question he need have looked no further than the front page of his own paper, where he would have found the declaration of war which the steel chiefs have made against organized labor. Collective bargaining is mentioned, vaguely, to be sure, in the Republican platform and more definitely by the Democrats. Indeed, every party except that of Father Coughlin professes belief in the principle that men may organize and bargain through representatives of their own choosing. The American Iron and Steel Institute announces bluntly that this may 80 for the rest of the country, but that its members will tolerate no such principles within their territory. - Accordingly, the Herald Tribune need not pursue its search and its questioning further. The president of the Institute is Gene (Big Bonus) Grace, the Prince of Bethlehem. His organization says, “Persons and organizations not connected with the industry have taken charge of the campaign.” In other words, the barons of the institute warn John L. Lewis to keep away because he has not taken out his first papers in Mr. Grace's principality. Just what name would the Herald Tribune choose for this attempt to set up a separate state within America? It seems to me that “palaces of privilege”

will do very nicely until a better suggestion comes along.

= » ” “Be Fair to Philadelphia”

B* I can not avoid the temptation of taking at least a half holiday from the more serious side of - the last convention and the broad implications of Many of us newspaper commentators and reporters wrote bitterly and accurately enough about the dreariness of the doings in the hall. But there ought to be a brief run for a

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In all justice I must record the fact that I had a good time in Philadelphia, even though it has probably taken another five years off my life. Benny the Bum'’s is one of the liveliest cabarets I have ever attended. I also remember the night I didn’t get to the convention hall because the Mummers’ parade had all the traffic blocked. I felt that I might as well sit in a bar as in a taxi, and I ran into Sweeney of that grand old vaudeville team of Duffy and Sweeney. I think it

was Sweeney who made the famous address to the

Memphis audience which began, “My partner will now pass among you with a baseball bat.” But it was Duffy who was summoned to the telephone from just such a place as we were sitting by an irate house manager who exclaimed, “You're on.” “How am I doing?” asked Duffy.

» ” ” Had Lots of Fun

“ A ND one night we were in Allentown,” said Swee-"

ney, “and they gave us a big room with two beds, a table, a pitcher of ice water and a Gideon Bible. |

Finally I called up the clerk to ask him what were ' paying. He says it’s eight dollars. ‘Why, a year ago,’ I told him, ‘I had a room just like this for four dollars’ ‘That was single occupancy, says the clerk. ‘Double occupancy’s just twice as much.’ ‘Give me the phone,’ says Duffy. ‘Hey, you, send up another Bible.”” And there was the original Kelly's fish place and Bookbinder’s lobsters and Brighton punch, and the “night we met the Governor's daughter, and singins, “They make false promises and vote for Norman Thomases,” in Frankie Bradley's Rumanian place. That was the night the guest was disappointed when we told him we vere newspaper men. “I thought you were radio entertainers,” he said. | There was a lot of fun in Philadelphia.

"My Day

BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT

| EW YORK, Wednesday—Last night, as the last

color of the sunset faded in the sky and the

. our Hyde Park cottage. The peace and quiet everywhere seemed to cut us off from the world of turmoil, ' differing opinions and personal ambitions. We were discussing Santayana’'s book, “The Last Puritan,” which I have really only just begun, and hich I find fascinating reading. So far, the char-

itters are so well drawn, but the boy seems to me a

it of a prig. My friend said: ~ | “Wait until you know him better. I am sure when bu finish the book you will be sorry, because it will like saying good-by to a friend.” | I have felt that way about many a book, but the thing which interested me was being urged to wait How often that happens to us in our actual daily lives. How different our first judgments would be if we would remember to wait until we knew people better. I also read Mr. Van Loon's foreword in the Democratic convention book aloud.” I think, as a historian, he has made a good point when he urges us to weigh human beings in the light of their ancestors

for “the last mile.”

ere is no question in my mind but that victory

ray hum beings accept them. More people are ned by victory, I imagine, than by defeat. "If your ancestors built up a good physical constitu- : for you, coupled with a character which takes

and defeat just as part of the day’s work, and ~

you learn to meet both with common sense, courage the ability to follow through on your objectives,

: e while adjusting to temporary conditions, then,

w er you may be, you have a heritage that will carry you through that “last mile.” Here in America a great many of us have that heritage, for which we should give thanks every day of our lives. | (Copyright, 1936, by United Features Syndicate, Inc.)

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Clifty Falls Famed in History,

INDIANA DISCOVERS HER

This is the second in a series of articles on Indiana’s parks.

BY TRISTRAM COFFIN ROM the balcony of the hotel at Clifty Falls State Park, a visitor: can follow the broad belt of the Ohio River for several miles and see the hills of

Kentucky rising up ahead.

The hotel juts out on a bluff 400 feet above the sleepy river town of Madison. Once stern-wheelers churning up the Ohio gave promise that Madison would be the transport center of the Midwest. Then came the railroads. Clifty Falls State Park lies up in the clouds high above the Ohio River. Deep in its heavily wooded area the falls splash tons of foaming water into Clifty Creek. A visitor can clamber down the steep stairs to the bottom of the falls and look with awe as the roaring water thunders over the ledge. From its mouth to the main falls, as Clifty Creek runs down the gorge is two and one-hglf miles of rocky wooded scenery. A lazy walk down the canyon will reveal an abundance of flowers and ferns in spring, summer and autumn. Traditionally, tourists come to Clifty Falls to enjoy the autumnal colors.

® x = OU can scramble down the walls of the gorge and see the geological formations caused by the tireless erosion of water

into solid rock. The park is proud of its wild flowers, many of which are rare in Indiana. Five hundred species are estimated to be in the park. For several days a visitor can wander down the marked trails and bridle paths through the 570 acres of Clifty Canyon. One color follows another as the sun shifts through the dense copses of sumac and young locusts and sassafras, young forest green trees, wild grape vines and brambles. The park is only 88 miles south and east of Indianapolis down a route of typically southern Indiana scenery. It can be reached from Indianapolis down U. S.

- Road 31 to Columbus and State

Road 7 to Madison. .Clifty Inn, located on “Rose Hill,” a place known for the profusion of roses growing there, id open the year around. At night, sitting on the balcony, a visitor can see the lights of Madison below and the Kentucky shoreline rising out of the haze. : Many honeymooner¥ come fo Clifty Inn every year, wander through the park and explore the places in Madison that have been dusted by the history of generations. On Sunday afternoons, the visitor frequently , runs across them in the Lanier Memorial. For the visitor who prefers the out-of-doors to a hotel, the park has provided picnic and camping grounds, shelter houses, ovens, pure drinking water and sanitary facilities. ” ” ” NE of the, favorite pathways is “Brough’s Trail,” which follows the east side of Clifty Canyon from its mouth to Dean’s Hollow. - Half concealed by the undergrowth is the mouth of an old railway tunnel known as “Brough’s Folly,” after John Brough, whose railroad com spent $300,000 on the development of the railroad. In Madison there is much of the past. On almost every street is a magnificent mansion built in the days when wealthy men came up the Ohio to settle in the town. A visitor sees old-fashioned fan lights, recessed doorways, .columned porticoes, galleries overlooking side yards, gray stone

Popular for Tis Rugged. Beauty

1. The stately Lanier Place stands in all its original beauty in the Ohio River town of Madison, Ind., not far from Clifty Falls State Park. 2. Dropping from ledge to ledge, Clifty Falls finally pours down into Clifty Creek in Clifty Falls State Park. :

3. The simple tomb of Nancy Hanks Lincoln, crowning the top of a small hill, is the central point of interest in the Lincoln Memorial

in southern Indiana.

walls, rose of Sharon, hydrangea and hollyhocks. The artistry of Francis Costigan, one of the greatest architects in the mid Nineteenth Century, is displayed in the famous Lanier Place, a state memorial, the Woodburn and Shrewsbury homes, and the Jefferson Hotel. for The Lanier place, originally owned by James F. D. Lanier, a New York banker, is a magnificently simple brick structure, with a sweeping yard that reaches down to the river's edge. Passing from room to room in the three-storied . pillared structure, the visitor sees the original settings untouched. Even the nursery on the third floor contains the toys of the period. The home was the scene of meny brilliant assemblies, and a romantic legend is associated with Alexander C. Lanier, the banker’s son. When young Lanier returned from Yale University to marry a beautiful Madison belle with whom he was in love, he found that she had married a rival. True to the Victorian tradition, Mr. Lanier remained a bachelor until

~ almost 50 years later, when the

husband died. EJ » 2 HEN he married his sweet-

heart and lived in domestic -

happiness for six years. As the years passed, the Lanier family moved away and the house fell into disrepair. Charles Lanier,

ONE HUSBAND out of 25 she could not trust at all, because one man out of 25 is color blind—

particularly for red and green—the very colors we set up to guide them

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son of the builder, then. presented it to the Jefferson County Historical Society. It is easy to imagine the gay social affairs of almost a century ago in Madiscn &fter an inspection of the Lanier place. Couples probably strolled about on the spacious lawn, sat beneath the trees or leaned against the river wall listening to. the soft music of a waltz. : : Some three or four miles below the park stands little Hanover College on a promontory overlooking the Ohio River. It was established in 1829. ’ At one time, says W. N. Logan, geologist, Clifty may have had a fall comparable to Niagara. : As the Ohio River rapidly cut its valley deeper, its feeble tributary, Clifty Creek, unable to keep pace with the vertical cutting of the parent stream, was compelled to plunge to greater and greater depths. ' Following the twisting Ohio River west to Spencer County and north to Lincoln City, the visitor will find the state park and memorial surrounding the grave of

Nancy Hanks Lincoln,

On neighboring hilllops are the fence-inclosed simple tombstone and the site of the cabin to which Thomas Lincoln brought his family from Kentucky in 1816. Here Abraham: Lincoln spent 14 of the formative years of his life. The hearthstones from the Lincoln ‘cabin are a part of the memorial.

8 8 = is CROSS the highway from the memorial is Lincoln State Park with its lake, drives, -seven miles of trails, picnic, camping

and recreation areas and facilities. Sunday, July 12, thousands of visitors are expected to make a pilgrimage to the Lincoln Memorial to attend ceremonials in

honor of Nancy Hanks Lincoln by

the Boonville Press Club. Abraham Lincoln, writing of his mother’s death, said, “My mother worked steadily and without complaining. She cooked, made clothing, planted a little garden. She coughed at times and often would have to lie down for a little while. “We did not know that she’'was ill. She was worn, yellow and sad.

down, she motioned me to come near, and when I stood by the bed, she reached out one hand as if to embrace me and pointing to my sister Sarah, said in a whisper, ‘Be good to her, Abe.” The frail body was placed in a

coffin of split boards and carried

to the top of the little hill. _, ;

The rolling wooded hills of

Spencer County in Lincoln - State Park, which today are the same as they were in 1816, were the playgrounds for the boy Lincoln. The state, in making the area a park, has opened it to the nation. It is on Road 162, just off Road 45; 157 miles southwest of Indianapolis. On the granite column marking the grave is inscribed, “Nancy Hanks Lincoln. Mother of Abraham Lincoln. Died October Fifth, 1818. Aged 35 years.” Both Madison and its environs and Lincoln Park and Memorial represent important stages in the growth of Indiana and the United States.

Next — The park in Brown County.

One day when she was lying

CRITICISES RADIO REPORTERS

BY MARK SULLIVAN ASHINGTON, June 2.—Before the Democratic convention, and the Republican one preceding, fade from our minds, there are lessons we should take account of. A minor one has to do with the impression made on the country by the radio. Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, reporting last week's convention, wrote: “In my hotel room I sometimes listen to the convention on the radio. Commentators, apparently breathless with excitement, strain their vocabularies to paint word pictures of what they are pleased to call the historic proceedings. Fearing that I am missing a high point, I hasten to the hall. There I find some stodgy individual chanting a litany of the New Deal while thousands of spectators and delegates are strolling about or catching up on much needed sleep. The radio audience gets a fantastically distorted presentation of what is actullly going on.” This opinion was, I think, general among reporters at the convention, that is among reporters who write, especially those with experience. Mr. William Allen White saw the event as “a most undramatic; performance.” He saw much of {

facts were quite the contrary. During Senator Robinson’s delivery of

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the radio accounts is hardly worth

while, unless something can be said:

that is of value. The lesson, it seems to me, is that the two groups concerned—public men and the radio reporters who describe public men

and their performances—ought to

avoid increasing the amount of bunk in the world. I have thought for some while that one of the developments which accounts for some of the phenomena of our times is the increased access of the public to the area we used to speak of as “behind the scenes.” There isn’t any “behind the scenes” any more. Through the radio and the motion picture, the public has more and more opportunity to peer be-

hind the altars of all sorts of institutions. The people are permitted to see the seams of plaster on the reverse side of the veneer. This, in some cases, makes for disillusion; it leads to a breakdown of symbolism. And in the management of all institutions, symbols: are important. Since the radio and the motion picture are the principal mechanisms through which man gets his new peek behind the altars, those who operate the mechanisms ought to be careful not to give material for disillusion: and cynicism. They ought not to describe as dramatic that which in fact is not dramatic, nor otherwise give justification for Mrs. Lofgworth’s complaint that “the radio audience gets a fantastically distorted presentation.”

GRIN AND BEAR IT

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Fair Enough’ NEW YORK, July 2.—Going back over the many harsh remarks which were bandied between the Republican and Democratic conventions last month, I sincerely

hope the neighbors were polite _enough to

slam their windows and pay no attention.

Every four years in this country we get down to plain truth telling, and;"although we heartily enjoy these acrimonious months of you're-anothering, the criticism is not intended for the export trade. This is our own little family row. Yet should they happen to have heard some of the strife we can hardly accuse them of eavesdropping, for goodness knows we made no effort to keep any secrets. We called each other grafters, Fascists, economic royalists, demagogues, pay roll patriots and ‘hypocrites and we humiliated our democratic system, of which we are so proud in public, by resorting to circus stuff in the performance of a rite which all of us would like the world to regard as a very solemn business. Now both sides will go up and down the land each accusing the other of dishonesty and each predicting disaster in the event of the other's suce cess. Inasmuch as these two parties at present repe resent a vast majority of the political character of the country, an outsider taking them both at their word might come to the conclusion that we must be a pretty rotten lot. -

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Y= I think we would be very sensitive and ine clined to snarl back if the English, French or German papers should begin to repeat in their columns as unqualified truths the criticisms of us which they could scarcely help overhearing, so loud and abandoned were the outcries at the two big meetings. : . Taking these hot denunciations literally, the Gere man Nazi might incline to a belief that his system : of government is not so bad, after all. He undoubt= edly has heard that the delegates to the Democratic convention were without any authority in the n a= tion of Mr. Roosevelt and the composition of ‘the platform, and he might ask himself what difference there is between that situation and the German plebie scite, in which the voters merely indorse the ticket, In this the Nazi would be slightly mistaken, if only because in his country it is strictly forbidden to rear back at a public meeting and hurl raspberries at the head man or any one in his government. They can chop your head off for that!in Germany. In Gere many it isn’t even permitted to hurl raspberries.at the German equivalent of James A. Farley, and every one in the United States realizes that a good many of us would choke up and explode if we weren't ale lowed to take swings at our James.

» " al “Is Anybody Sick?” . STILL, we do manage to blab a lot of family secrets

in these temperish domestic rows every four years, and I think it is real nice of the neighbors—especially the Canadians, right next door, who speak the same language and can’t help hearing every word we say —to pretend -they were if visiting= relatives and didn’t even know we were tossing crockery around our little home. ACE There seems to be no way of conducting these campaigns in privacy, because politics consists large= ly of shouting, and nobody has yet learned to shout ° in a whisper. . = Yes, the neighbors have been real polite up to now, but this is the severest test of their manners in 100 years. Now we shall learn whether they can really take it. If they lean over the back fence nex$ November and say, “It’s been awful quiet over at your house this summer; anybody sick?” We shall know they are thoroughbred gentlemen. BE (Copyright, 1936, by United Features Syndicate, Inc.)

Merry-Go-Round

BY DREW PEARSON AND ROBERT S. ALLEN '

ASHINGTON, July 2.—While the President was sounding the battle-cry against “economic roye alists” at Philadelphia, practically no one noticed a case acted upon by the Securities-Exchange Come mission which indicates that the battle—as far as Wall Street is concerned—is already in full swing. The case is that of Boston-Montana Mines, and threatens to result in a Supreme Court test of the constitutionality of the Securities Act. The issue is whether a firm, wishing to sell stocks and bonds to the public, can register with the SEC, and then having registered, withdraw its case after’ the SEC discpvers grounds for charging fraud.

In the Boston-Montana Mines case, stocks actually had:been sold before the SEC found an ale leged falsification and issued a stop order against further sales. The SEC now has threatened to turn the case over to the Justice Department, while Bos= ton-Montana Mines threatens to take it up to the Supreme Court. The case is the most important one involving the SEC that has come up so far. For if a firm can register a statement and then, when challenged, with draw without fear of prosecution, then registering will become just a good-natured game of tag.

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; Po all the hullabaloo of the national cone ventions the Nine Old Gentlemen who have provided more eampaign material than almost any one else settled down to peaceful summer vacations, All but one of the Supreme Court justices have left Washington. The exception is Justice Mce Reynolds, who is still in his apartment on Sixe

Furthest from Washington is Justice Sutherland, who boarded a steamer shortly after court adjourned for a pilgrimage to his native land. This will be the twenty-fifth trip Sutherland has made to Enge land. He also will visit other European countries, The Chief Justice and Mrs. Hughes are motoring about the country—a favorite pastime. They like to go wherever the whim dictates, and when last heard from were in New England. A chauffeur pilots their car. : The three liberal members of the Court are re laxing at their country homes in the same general area. Justice Brandeis is on his farm at Chatham, Mass, where he has summered for years. Purther north, off the Maine coast, is Justice Stone’s summer ‘Place on the Isle au Haut, where Stone delights in puttering around the house. ; 5 Justice Cardozo has a summer place at Rye, N. Y., within. commuting distance of the pavements of

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. New York which he loves, and for which he is

actually homesick when he is too far away.