Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 July 1936 — Page 9

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EW YORK, July 13.—I trust that there is no sort of official red tape which bars Mrs. Ruth Bryan Owen from being both a minister and a bride. Mrs. Owen has long been among the most able and personable of our diplomatic representatives, and it would be a pity if she fails to continue in the service of

her country.

Surely the fact that she was married Saturday rh to a Dane should not be held against her. I have always assumed’ that when an American is sent as a representaive to a foreign country part of his duty is tq learn the ways and customs of the people to whom he. or she, is assigned. Marriage is certainly one way of getting better acquainted. Our ministers and ambagsadors are supposed to win the respect and even the affection of the neighboring nations. Who can deny that Ruth Bryan Owen has done just that? : e popularity of her wellHeywood Broun gnown father has grown, I think, with the years. In life he was, perhaps, a little sharp-edged because of his passionate attachment to some causes and his opposition to others, Many in America have found it hard at times to think of uncompromising drys as companionable. . But since repeal has won, William Jennings Bryan is remembered as a pioneer in liberal legislation, as a stout fighter for peace and as a man whose so‘called radical views have in many cases won universal acceptance. And yet there is something a little surprising and interesting in the development of the commoner's little girl into a great lady wholly at ease in all the capitals of Europe.

‘ 8 2's Longest Eeap in Years

HE newspapers say that the tall and handsome ; Capt. Boerge Rohde leaped lightly over a steamer rail and down te the cutter to greet his fiancee when ‘ he arrived here Thursday. That is probably the longest leap in years that anybody has even taken to meet an American diplomatic representative. Ruth Bryan Owen made a seconding speech for Roosevelt at Philadelphia. Hers stood out in contrast to the rest because she did it in some 35 seconds. That gift for brevity is a lovely thing in a woman and in a diplomat. Indeed, it has seemed to me that public women far excel the men in making speeches short and snappy. : Surely in a world in which feminism strides ahead America ought not to lag. We make as yet an insufficient use of women in important governmental positions. I am not among those who think that we must Shouse a woman as Vice President or President, willynilly.

2 8» A Woman Beat Him r 1 BT argues, I believe, too great a self-conscious-ness in feminist feeling. I used to argue long and violently with a member of the National Woman's Party, who said that she purposed always to vote for a woman in any election where the other candidate

was a man. Indeed, she carried this principle to such . an extravagant length that she voted for Ruth Baker Pratt at 2 time when I was running—or perhaps toddling would be more accurate—against her. In all fairness to my distinguished adversary who beat me by almost 30,000 votes she never used her feminine wiles while campaigning. Indeed, I have always felt that she was oratorically my inferior. She had a better machine. i Take, then, this particular column as a bit of remorse. I salute the woman in politics. I bow and hit my forehead on the floor. I am all er the incumbent as minister to Denmark, no matter how many Danes it may please her to marry.

My Day

BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT

YDE PARK, N. Y., Sunday—Yesterday was a busy, busy day! Friday morning Mrs. Ruth Bryan Owen decided to be married in our little Hyde Park Church. While the arrangements were all her own, there are just a few things you like to do for any one you are fond of on an occasion such as this. | 80 Miss Cook, Miss Dickerman and I asked the wedding party to come back after the ceremony and have supper at our cottage with their friends. Added to the excitement of a wedding day was my husband's home-coming, which in itself brings plenty of occupation for every one. The Roosevelt Home Club was holding its annual home-coming celebration ‘on Mr. Moses Smith’s lawn at 4 and the usual small difficulties began $0 crop up. Nevertheless, we spent a fairly quiet morning in and out of the pool. I had a long and pleasant talk with Mrs. Hallie Flanagan and two of her directors from California

«* and the South about the theater projects. When

_ the heat became too great we fell into the pool and came out again for more conversation, like the sea lions we see in the zoo who duck down and come up for food. After lunch I went back to the big house to receive my various guests. My husband was due at 3, but the time came and no one arrived. Finally the bride and groom and Miss Fannie Hurst appeared, and still no husband. The time for our meeting was growing uncomfortably near.

D BRON

‘Second Section

MONDAY, JULY 13,1936

HE MIDDLE

Hoosier Sees Prosperity, But Can’t Believe It True, Davis Says.

Editor's Note—Special Writer Davis is traveling east from Kansas on a survey of conditions and views in the Midwest.

Here is his fourth dispatch. : 8 B® »

BY FORREST DAVIS

Times Special Writer

ICHMOND, Ind., July 13.—The Hoosier is a man apart in the Midwest. A doer, typically as full of gumption as a colt in green corn, philosphically pessimism

grips him when he thinks.

For verifica-

tion witness the output of literary Indi-

ana’s golden age—Dreiser’s

morose

novels, James Whitcomb Riley’s bittersweet hymns to orphans and autumn, the sadness of George Ade’s young men and Tarkington's melancholy regrets over the decay of Elm-st.

Joe Hill is a Hoosier.

Hence, although he two-fistedly engages in building America within his scope—bounded on the one side by gardenias, on the other by ice cream—he falls into despair when he takes his head in his hand to reflect on the state of the union. By daylight he resolutely expands his business; at night he sees the red, brown or black lights of European heresies off in the skies over Washington. And trembles for the Republic's future. A wholesale florist, Joe Hill grows roses for the ° country’s funerals and dinner tables, gardenias for foppish lapels, under a veritable township of glass west of Richmond. He likewise breeds prize Holsteins, operates a ‘model dairy, directs a dairymen’s co-operative and has his finger in a half dozen other small enterprises. In his leafy, prim, Quakerfounded eastern Indiana city of 35,000 souls, Hill is

a big man—the “rose king.” | » 8" 'n

UNE, 1936, finds Hill growing bigger, expanding energetically in every direction. The greenhouses, dairy farm and co-operative have been pushed out to new limits. Everywhere new employment, greater

profits—and hope.

Specifically, four new greenhouses,

built this

spring, are in “production.” Hill employs more men than in 1929. The Mother’s Day shipments—85,000 dozen roses, 45,000 dozen gardenias—broke all records, as did the Memorial Day demand. He dickers for 60 acres adjoining the rose farm. For his herd of 110 Holsteins, he imported from the State of Washington a magnificent bull, own brother - to the world’s champion cow, Carnation Ormsby Butter King. The co-operative has branched out with a. new ice cream factory in Richmond. Everywhere within the orbit of roses and dairy products, Joe Hill, an intelligent, traveled man of

the cities as well as the greenhouse and cowbarns, is self-reliant, good humored, tolerant and willing to

put a bet down on the future. # t ” UT outside that sunny, familar ‘circle, “he grows timid. He acknowledges the obvious evidence of business recovery but intellectual fears pox and bother him:

Fear of an imminent destruction of the “American system,” of a radicalism of the right or left which, in action, may seize the greenhouses, the bull, the ice cream factory; and, lastly, but most upsetting, fear of an ‘insupportable tax burden growing out of the New Deal experiment in “buying recovery.” “I rode with the perplexed “rose king” around the enormous expanse of his hot houses—a village under glass. We inspected the packing shed, where blooms, picked twice daily, were being graded and packaged with ice for express shipment to New Orleans, Chicago, the East. He pointed out the acres he intended to buy. Away from the greenhouse fragrance, we visited the barns where he fattens 400 Hereford beef steers for the manure by-product. There, surrounded by tokens of initiative, thrift and faith in the

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“Construction” —A photographic study by William M. Ritasse—Black Star.

future, Joe Hill gave way to his forebodings. Leaning upon a stanchion in the feeding shed, where, thanks to Yankee. inventiveness. and good management, one hand now does the work of a half dozen, he expressed doubt that the government’s relief pensioners ever would “go back to work.” » 2 ” VER in Richmond, : smoke poured out of a score of fac-

tory chimneys. Main-st hummed °

with the demands of re-employed factory workers and Wayne County farmers, the latter tided over by the AAA and now re-entering the market for all sorts of goods.

Down by the Pennsylvania

freight yards, the International

Harvester plant, we knew, was swamped with orders. A mail order house this spring had to treble the number of salesmen in its retail farm tool and machinery department, from two to six. Automobile dealers had trouble making deliveries. Even the piano factory was hard at work. . Richmond is in the delectable throes of business revival.

But, within sight and sound of his own:and Richmond's weturn-_ ing prosperity, Joe Hill meditated the decline and fall of American vigor. The oncoming generation, he suspected, would lack the spunk of its ‘fathers. Taught to expect a living from the government, the fiber of the youngsters had been softened, in Mr. Hill's opinion. Rather than go “back to work” for private employers, he feared the men on ‘WPA ‘and the" relief recipients would form a militant bloc demanding further. privileges. ? Eo

» » » i : “FHEY will be meat for any adventurer who comes along. with a promise,” Mr. Hill ‘appre-" hended. “Huey Long is gone, but he’ll have a successor. Wait and

oh Jailop bulwaga gud contradiction befween and ‘thought is not 56:99, ‘to Joe. Hill, nor, in truth, to Hoosiers. I found the same Jekyll-Hyde behavior in talks with business men across Kansas, Missouri and Illinois. Optimistically, they are expanding to meet a future which they: dread. : " For perhaps the first time in American life, definite, sustained signs of business recovery have not been reflected in a buoyant attitude among men sharing the gains ‘and - working to bring it about. One gathers that the lag betweeni revival and the suitable mood is due, in part at least, to the political agitations of a presidential year.

see. We'll have trouble before | € : | regret the persisterice of pessim«

political propaganda.”- : lieved the “hysteria”

Here and there business :- men

ism... Ltalked 42) h Chis of, Commerce secretary in another city. who declared, off the record, for

a “moratorium on loose. alarmist He beover supposed . Communists, or Fascists, in the New Deal ‘and the widespread, venomous hatred of Presi- . dent Roosevelt—dark sentiments which Mr. Hill did not echo—. hampered genuine recovery. In the case of Joe Hill, however, it: may be noted that forebeding has not paralyzed the will to act. i

' Tomorrow—A segment of the

- mind of : Ohio.

LET'S EXPLORE YOUR MIND

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- BY MARK SULLIVAN OWA CITY, Iowa, July 13—On a journey which brought me into the University of Iowa at 4:02 o'clock Friday afternoon: and: took me out at 2:45 p. m. Saturday, I am not going to try to tell the world what's the matter with Iowa. Yet far from Washington and the minatory eye of Secretary Wallace, I am tempted to a wise-cracking generalization. The trouble ‘ with Iowa is not evergreén trees in the farmers’ front yards and not enough lilac bushes or flower beds. I shall not be surprised if I am

corrected and rebuked by Secretary |

Wallace's publicity staff. = Nevertheless, I think there ‘is something in my ‘evergreen: theory and in what it symbolizes. ‘Towa farmers have not’ had, to as great an extent in Pennsylvania and the

| farm capitalist in Calif

might go—maybe $1000 an acre. Maybe $2000. CT a.m 0»

A FREQUENT experience on Iowa farms has been for the owner

.to see the ruling price go to say $300

an acre. For a 160-acre farm, that was $48,000. It was a fortune. The farmer sold, or rented on the basis of that price. With his rental lease in his pocket, or with. a mortgage taken on the farm, or with something else he thought was an investment, he went to southern California, thinking himself securely fixed for the rest of his days and able to live. the life of Reiley." or. Shae pe nn retired to su wo fan PE opitatist In Cailidfnia and the man, renter or: own-

mortgaged Ler, who occupied: the land., It could

not be done. - The retired farmer

| saw his interest check fail to arrive,

saw ‘his nce. wiped out. Meanwhile in Iowa, the occupant ‘of ‘the farm, renter or owner under martgage, sti

an impossible burden. To pay the rent, or ‘meet interest on a fantastic mortgage, was more than. the land could do. - He has neither comfort nor pride. He planted no evergreen trees on the front lawn.

He let the buildings go unpainted

and the farm run down. . . na 2 a2 8

HE Pennsylvania farmer has the.

better way. S He is a farmer, not a land speculator, or land investor. He does not count on making a fortune, but only a secure

living. He stays on his land, im-

proves it steadily, and ps it on to his children. The Pennsylvania farms, seen from the: train-window between Philadelphia and Harrisburg, are well-kept and well fenced. The houses ‘and barns are kept painted, the lawns gay with flowers. The Jowa farms seen from a trainwindow of the Rock Island Railroad between the Mississippi River: and Iowa City are by no means so wellkept. Y

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by ROOK PE

NEW YORK, July 13.—Perhaps.not the sweetest story ever told but a touching thing nevertheless is the ripening of love

between Primo Carnera and the boxing big, big man for five long years. Nowadays, at last, the boxing writers have agreed

on a name for the big, big man, Old Satch. There is a warm note of endearment in the name

Old Satch. It says that he has yo worn well with a severely critical Fm group of realists and that in spite of many points of disagreement on professional matters they respect him as a man and wish him well. The name is an abbrevation of Satchelfoot. Primo’s ' proprietors encouraged circus publicity. There have been men in the prize fight business taller than his six feet five inches, so they gave his height as six foot, seven and hired an architect to construct shoes for him of a speciai design which were stuffed with engine waste up to the toes. They sat upon his head a ridiculous green beret and got him a pair of trunks with a wild boar embroidered on the left leg.

Westbrook Pegler

” # ” Comparisons Didn't Help Him RIMO'S debut was a professional success but was socially inauspibious. It was bad enough that there suddenly appeared among his board of directors several of the most notorious bootleggers and racket« eers in-New York, but it was no reassurance to those who cherish the ideals of pugilism when he came bouncing down the aisle to the ring for his first American appearance closely attended by Jack Johneson and Honest Abe Attell. Jack Johnson was in disrepute if only because he had authored a book claiming that he had quit to Jess Willard for a bribe, Mr. Attell was known as Honest Abe in ironic refere ence to his part in the faking of the World Series of 1919. . Primo spoke only a few. words of English and his knowledge of the American underworld was only the vaguest hearsay. He put himself in the hands of his proprietors with the honest innocence of a stranger in the strangest circle of a strange land and from

- that time on he was judged, most unfairly, as it

turned out, by the company. he kept. It may even be, and I am inclined to believe it is true, that Primo had no knowledge of the quality of the derelict fighters that he was belting out of the ring in his great, conquering sweep across the United States and back, or of any business arrangements between. his board of directors and certain parties of the second part. The boxing writers knew, how= ever, and the journalists continued to regard him as a great imposter. : vo I was one who rated him rather high, reckoning that he always could lick most of the men he did lick even under strict competitive conditions.

” ” 8 Always a Gentleman

UT it was outside the ring that Old Satch ou AP gentlemanned his class. ‘Once I received a Ik ter from an American scholar who knew nothing pb About the prizé fight racket Biit'had ‘crossed the Ate -Jantic on the same boat with Old Satch and discov ered in the ignorant giant who had scarcely seen the inside of a school a surprisingly fine companion; Primo could discuss art and histor;' he could speak French and English besides his own .anguage and his courtesy made bums of gentlemen and ladies on board who certainly were not underprivileged. As to Oki Satch’s present claim that he is almost broke after drawing three million dollars at the gate, I am a little skeptical. Now he is through and going home and I hope Mussolini will understand that the title of heavyweight champion of the world would bring less honor to Italy than the name, so eloquent of respect and friendship. . Old Satch. Good luck, Satch.

Merry-Go-Round

BY DREW PEARSON AND ROBERT 8S. ALLEN

ASHINGTON, July 13.—Big Jim Farley may’ pooh-pooh the idea that Father Coughlin and his Union for Social Justice are a serious menace to Roosevelt, but a lot of his Democratic Congressmen are not so unruffled about the radio priest's opera= tions. Within the last 10 days labor and liberal organizations in the capitol have been bombarded with frantic appzals from New Deal members of the House to help save them from defeat at the hands of the Coughlin machine. : : } - The boys, returning home after adjournment of Congress, found the Coughlinites energetically after their scalps for voting against the Frazier-Lemke $3.000,000,000 farm mortgage refinancing bill. 2 This currency-inflation measure was the radio priest’s pet panacea. It was opposed by the Admins istration, and a show-down vote in the House des feated it by a large majority. ee ~ Now Coughlin is determined to “get” the Cone gressmen who voted against him, and is centering a drive on the large industrial areas.. Here are some of the big names on his black list of “doomed-to-die” Congressmen: : ‘ John O’Connor, New York City, chairman of the -House Rules Committee; James M. Mead, Buffalo, “chaifman of the House Postoffice Committee; Andrew _L. Somers h Jrvoklyn, chaifian of ihe Weighs aid

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