Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1936 — Page 9
| ; v DY NEW YORK, Aug. 10.—1I hold no particular brief for the Aryans, although I believe my Aunt Mathilda married one of them. But it does seem to me that Adolf Hitler is. making it too tough for the racial strain which he pretends to glorify. In the first place, his propaganda department must be highly ineffective. Surely there ought fo be some bright man in Berlin who could have told Der Fuehrer in ad- : : vance that Nazi supremacy was sure vil to’ take a terrible licking in the Olympics. The triple crown won by Jesse Owens was a magnificent achievement, but it was hardly unexpected. No competent: bookmaker would have quoted odds against him in | any event in which he was entered. “| The same situation’ existed in the high jump. Both the leading contenders were American Negroes. Hendrik Willem Van Loon inI forms me that the Finns aren't ; Aryan, siie. yey are Mongolian. And so all the days of distance Me. Brom races should have given Hitler another holiday to stay home and get the results over the radio. Of course, the easy out would have been .for the German leader to, take the whole thing a little less seriously. If he had said: at the outset that track games are a sport and exciting to watch and good for the health, but of no import whatsoever in determining racial superiority, I for one would have agreed with him.
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T° some extent, of course, this is defensive. I a
m not at all sure that I can run the 100 meters, .
but if I.could make it my time would be something + like a snappy 20 seconds flat. Just the same, I am nat going to. admit that anybody who can lower that record is necessarily a better n than I am. The trouble with Hitler has been that he has wanted to overemphasize the importance of German triumphs in track and field and belittle those which do not fit’ into his ethnological preconceptions. As a matter of fact, the Germans have done surprisingly well .in the Olympics, but in the wrong spots. It seems to me exciting that Tilly (such is fame that her last name already escapes me) can hurl a javelin farther than any other young lady in the world hag ever done officially. Nevertheless, Tilly does not seem: to fit very well into the Nazi scheme of things. It was my impression that the loyal German woman of today was to concern herself ‘wholly with children, church and cooking. Now, Tilly must have strayed away from all these things in order to learn to toss a javelin so far. ” ” ”
Hurling Hitler NDEED, I should think that Herr Hitler himself might be a little self-conscious in looking up at Tilly in order to congratulate her. If tossing the 110pound dictator ever becomes popular along the Rhine, Tilly is quite capable of hurling Hitler back whére he came from. } And it was another German maiden who took a medal by throwing the discus. The discus is a flat plate. Suppose she should become a little absentminded during an audience with Der Fuehrer! And suppose there was an open window! A German man did win the shot put, which is a standard event, and dignified but dull. Yet even that will not be of much help to the New Germany. For, lo, these many years we ignorant Americans have always pictured the German as a man who came out in red tights, grunted prodigiousiy and lifted a dumbbell marked “650 lbs.” over his head. He used to come on in vaudeville shows just ahead: of the trained seals. And it was the clistom of the audience to sit back languidly and say, “So what?” I hope that Adolf has thought up an answer.
My Day
BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT
YDE PARK, N.Y. Sunday.—TI felt extremely sorry for myself yesterday because I could not keep enough handkerchiefs about my person. My nose got more and more red and sore as the day went on, besides which I am so annoyed with myself for having a head cold in summer. It seemed so very useless. However, like so many other disagreeable shings, as soon as I was busy I forgot all about it and it is practically gone. As usual, I spent a good part of Saturday at my desk, but at noon Mrs. Dorothy Roosevelt from Birmingham, Mich.,, came to lunch with her sister and Dr. Mary E. Woolley. Both Dr. Woolley and myself are so interested in foreign affairs we found ourselves discussing all kinds of possibilities while we waited for lunch. During the meal it was natural to drift into talk on the European situation and the anxieties that sO many people who have relatives and friends in Spain are now undergoing. In the afternoon we all drove down to Secretary and Mrs. Morgenthau’s lovely place for their annual clambake. The tables were set under a gorgeous tree and ‘much to our amazement we were told that the tree was protected by lightning rods, but the house was not. Their logic, however, is excellent, for, said Mrs. Morgenthau: “. “You: can rebuild the. house, but it would take generations to replace the tree.” To me the scene is always very lovely, with the hills‘ forming & semicircle around us, the sky colored by the setting sun and as the evening shadows deepen the evening star comes dut first to shine upon us. Down in the paddock three colts with their mothers were duly admired and then we all ate our clams, corn and chicken with great relish. 3 We sat out si until it was absolutely dark before we went into the house to dance. Just before going home I persuaded the young people to try a Virginia reel. | With a: great deal of assistance from the President we managed to get through quite creditably. It exhausted a good many people, but I think afforded every one a very good time. The President and I
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this boy. 1 was born in New York 34 years ago and have lived here most of the time. I'm " no angel. My life has been rather hectic. By the time 1 was eight both my parents were dead? I had a brother and two sisters a few years older than I. They did well to look after themselves. I
had to look out for myself. Before my eighteenth birth-
without food two or three days. I knew what it was to walk in the snow and ice with no coat. I knew how it felt to sleep in a cold cellar, I saw the sordid side of life.
In later years, I felt that I had solved my hardest problems. I had wanted to better myself and * felt that I had, mainly through self-education. I had overcome endless difficulties. But I had not yet faced the hardest, most heart-breaking event of my whole life. That was when I made myself turn Tom Robinson over to the Department of Justice on that May day in California. - ~- n ”n ” N New Year's Eve, 1934, three friends and I went to the Greenwich Village Inn for the usual celebration. All of us were drinking, feeling pretty good. We
exchange of banter with the two men and two girls at the next table.
About 1 o'clock we decided io join parties. The waiter moved our tables together. I sat next to the tall, dark-haired boy. He happened to be Tom Robinson. Of course, I had no idea of that at the time. He was introduced to me as Ted Warner. I do not recall the names of the two girls and the man with him, and I found out from Tom later that he had met them that night and had never seen them before. Shortly after 3 I had enough of the party and decided to go home. “Ted” said that he had had enough, too, and that he would go along: He called a cab for us and took me .to my home on 1lth-st in Brooklyn. Riding home in the cab, we made an engagement for the next evening. I met him in the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel at. 7 o'clock. I didn’t know where he was living in New York. . ‘We walked around the corner to Elsie’s on 49th-st for dinner. We drank lots of champagne. Later we went to Leon and Eddie’s on W. 52d-st, where he had more champagne and talked a lot. He wanted to know something about me. I told him that I was accustomed to playing around and was getting rather bored with it. I asked him about himself. He said he was from Chicago, and that he had come to New York to escape some entanglements arising from a divorce action filed by -his wife. He said he planned to
over. : 2 '® 2 ATER that night we ended this champagne party at the
Ubangi Club in Harlem. Both of us were pretty tight. I remember
day, I knew -what it was to go
had occasional conversation and-
remain in New York until it was
well that going home in the cab,
my new evening dress was fairly |
dripping with champagne. On the way home I dropped Tom at the Waldorf. That was the first time he told me where he lived. He had asked me to telephone him the next day. When I did, I found
"that he had checked out of the
hotel. No doubt, when he sobered up he realized he had told me his address. That worried him and he moved. : In the middle of the afternoon,
"Tom telephoned me suggesting
that we go out again that night. I met him, we dined af the Village Inn, then drifted to Jimmy Kelly's and later to the Club Richman. " This went on for a few weeks. Tom would drink every night, of course, and after several drinks
- would tell me where he was stay-
ing. The next day he would move. He shifted from the Waldorf to the Lexington, then to the Ritz-Carlton and finally to the St. George in Brooklyn. When I realized that my knowledge of his
‘residence worried him, I pretend-
ed not to know where he stdyed. During" our nightly rounds I had noticed that Tom seemed to have an unlimited supply of $5 and $10 bills. Also I noticed that while he spent freely he did not tip proportionately. ‘This suggested to me that he was not used to having a lot of money. From the start, his’ Southern accent had made me doubt that he was from Chicago. I began to think something was wrong somewhere. In my mind I tried to connect him with some bank shortage or embezzlement in the : South. His behavior suggested something like that. {
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NE night I intimated that if he were trying to evade the police or was wanted anywhere, that it certainly would do him no good to be seen with me. My face wasn’t a strange one to police. I had been associated with people who had been charged with crimes. In fact, I had been charged with one myself. Tom laughed at my suggestion. “I don’t know why any one in the world would want me for any crime,” he said. 7 However, in a very few days I received a mysterious telephone
-call informing me that my “boy
friend,” as the -caller said, was wanted. For what, he didn’t say. Immediately upon receiving, the call, I rushed to the St. George: Hotel. I knew Tom's room number, but not: the name under which he was registered. I found later that he had registered as Ted Wallace. It was about 5 o'clock in the afternoon around Feb. 1 when I knocked on his door. He was dressing but opened the door readily. : : “What did you pull off?” I asked as I entered. ’ “Why, nething—nothing, at all,” he answered. ? Then I told him about this telephone call informing me that he was wanted. He continued to deny that he was being sought for anything. I asked him for a cigaret and when he handed me
LET'S EXPLORE YOUR MIND
BY DR. ALBERT EDWARD WIGGAM
a MAN WHO CANT GWIM SEES Hi WIFE OR CHILD DROWNING
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him up. Now I want to tell something about myself and relate all that took place in the 16 months that I spent with ,
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Jean Breese, who loved Tom Robinson—but turned him in.
the case, his hands were cold and trembling, “I want you to come clean with me.” I said. “If you are mot the one, then there is some person I have been seen with recently who is wanted. I would like to give that person the break I'm trying to give you now. I don’t want to
know your business or what you’ “are wanted for—just tell me if
they are after you.” 1 # ” ”»
THERE were a few seconds in’
which neither of us. said a word. I'll never forget them. Tom. kept walking around the room and finally said: “All right, I'll come
“clean. I'm the one they meant, "I guess.”
“Tom decided that he would leave
New York immediately. - He asked
me to go with him. I accepted without thinking about it for a minute. I had grown fond - of Tom. I liked him & lot. ' Life had taught me not to ask a lot of questions, to take each day as it comes and to adapt myself to any situation. . We got busy packing his clothes. When he took a biack Gladstone
bag from a closet and opened it,
for the first time I saw all his money. - There were neat stacks
of it in $5, $10 and $20 bills. ‘They
filled one side of ‘thé bag. ~ Also, there was a .45 automatic. He
had another bag in which we.
stuffed his clothes. I-left with only .the clothes I had on.
A bellboy was called for the . 1 wonder what that boy
checked ‘out. To my amazement, Tom had become very calm, probably because he realized that I was going to do him no harm. When we stepped in that cab we didn’t know exactly where we
going. We only knew fhat
‘The plane left about 2 ¢
to stay out of the South, and.
suggested that we go to California. ' I- agreed. He was. the person to be pleased, not I. : ~The next morning Tom went to
bought“ our: tickets. ‘We used name of Mr. and Mrs:
the .office of United. Airlines Jn 3
‘in the afternoon, made brief s in Cleveland and Chicago, then was grounded in Iowa City that night because of bad flying weather. We went by train to Omaha, arrising the next morning, and were able
“to fly out that afternoon.
R88 1 didn’t feel that we wer being trailed, but I thought
‘possibly something had developed
on the case in New York. I bought
~all the newspapers ‘I could find, |
read them closely for any news of a fugitive, but saw nothing. That was quite a relief. The next morning, which was
Feb. 3, we landed at Burbank Air-
port, went into Los Angeles in the airport taxi and registered at the Ambassador Hotel as Mr. and Mrs, Burgess of Chicago. We stayed there two or three days while I .did some shopping, collecting a much-needed wardrobe. Then we moved to the Biltmore, using the same name. This was just precaution in case the plane tickets .were traced and it was learned we came to the Ambassador in the airport taxi. ‘A few days later we decided to rent a . Tom and I called on ‘Webb, a real estate
Mrs. Anna ‘broker at 1244 South Grand-av.
‘We selected a house on 16th-st, in Santa ‘Monica. We stayed there about six weeks. . a : This home was a thorough de-
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light. California sunshine and the
outdoors were a real treat to. us after icy New York. We enjoyed every bit of it, and almost every day went horseback riding in Sante Monica Hills. Tom decided he needed a car and he wanted a Packard. He went to the Santa Monica, branch distributor for Earle C. Anthony and looked over several models. After much debate and many trips, he bought a
;|“blue Packard club sedan.
Tom evidently had changed some $5, $10 and $20 bills at the bank for larger denominations. He paid for the car in $100 bilis —thirty-two of them. In this car we went for long rides along the coast. We went from .Ventura to San Diego. Toni was posing as, a Chicago lawyer on vacation and
we still had the name of Burgess.
We were invited to join the Del Mar Beach Club at Santa. Monica
‘by Mr. Alden, one of its officials,
but declined for obvious reasons. We explained that we would be in California -for only a short time. We made many acquaintances, most of whose names I do not recall. ‘We saw the polo games and watched the late Will Rogers play. We went: swimming ‘and led a general outdoor life. During this time, my curiosity about Tom’s identity grew stronger and stronger. Not a day. passed that I didn’t rack my brain with’ this puzzle. Suddenly one day I recalled the Stoll case. I remem-
" bered reading about it at the time
it happened, but could not re-
member the names of the principals. I did remember, however, :
that the boy was described everywhere as a maniac, a’ killer, an insane person who was evading the law. by dressing in women’s clothes. :
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NEW YORK, Aug. 10.1 don't do very:
well with university words, but could I say ‘that there is something symbolic of politics in this country in the garbage story, out of Eastport, Me., which the Republican
National Committee picked up and used under its own name as campaign material against the New Deal? This is the first time that a national committee has literally worked a garbage dump as a source of political arguments and the lesson of the incident is that you can't do that without getting it on you. There is great indignation among the officers of the U. 8. Army Corps of Engineers on the Passamoquoddy job at Eastport for, after all, the ! blame for tossing a .daily ration of 494 pies to the pigs -of Farmer Ed Pottle, Perry, Me., would have come back to them and the engineers are implacable accountants. When 1 was there recently they were spreading their surplus material pr, Pegler around among other departments of the government, receiving due credit on the books
- for so many nails and so many bundles of envelopes
and one little problem that remained to be scttled was what to. do with the old sticks of chewing gum, the broken lots of razor blades and candy bars which would be left over when they closed the canteen. There might be only a dollar's worth all told and to bundle it up, invoice it and ship it off to some Army post, or advertise it for public sale as govern= ment surplus would be something like building the Quoddy Dam to get the power to ring a door bell.
Lesson for Republicans Hy
HE experience of the garbage miners ought to teach the Republican National Committee not to mess with the engineers unless they are sure of their: facts. They have been nagging and pestering those boys a long time now, starting with the story of the love-seats. and grandfathers clocks. It seems that in order to buy furniture for the dormitory at Quoddy Village, the engineer had to advertise for bids, giving detailed descriptions of the material required. This included two love-seats and two grandfather's clocks. A love-seat is just a two-passenger settee, which gob its name from the furnituré srade, and a grandfather’s clock is just a tall- clock. Both items are stock patterns in the furniture business and bidders wouldn't have known what was wanted if they hadn't been called by their right names. : ' Nevertheless, the Republican publicity, obviously’ based on bad reporting, careless reading and misinformation, assumed that this equipment was being provided for each of the family homes in the Quoddy Village and the engineers were ridiculed in print for gentling the Quoddy employes with luxurigs, The truth is that the Quoddy bungalows are not furnished at all except with electric stoves and refrigerators. You would have thought the committee would send a good reporter up there to get things right. :
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And Landon Gets Hit
UT the counter-propaganda was feeble because the engineers aren't humorists and they don't khow how to top a gag. s They are sticklers for facts, however, and when the committee went for the garbage story about the pies . for Ed Pottle’s pigs, they laid it on the line. They are buying no pies and throwing no pies away and / furthermore the garbage contract isn’t held by Ed Pottle but by Martin Doyle. Well, it is somehow reminiscent of the old Chaplin custard comedies. The boys sling a pie at Mr. Big and just then he stoops over to tie his shoe and the Yoae gummy smear hits their Mr. Landon right in e face.
Merry-Go-Round
BY DREW PEARSON AND ROBERT S. ALLEN
ASHINGTON, Aug. 10.—It was probably the une happiest half hour in Bill Green's life. Although he as seated in an air-cooled room, his ace was clammy with rspiration. His shook with nervousness. pep hang He was about to announce the suspension of the 10 insurgent unions—including his own United Mine Workers—{rom membership in the American Federa~ tion of Labor, of which he is president, if they cone tinued their affiliation with John L. Lewis’ Commit< tee for Industrial Organization. " Opposite him stood a ‘small army of newspaper men, awaiting the news.. They lost no time in open
. ing on him.
“Mr. Green, does the action of the executive council mean that, the suspended unions will not be able to vote in the federation’s convention next Now vember?” . . . “The convention will decide.” - “Will the suspended unions be allowed to take part in the convention?” , : “That’s up to the credentials committee,” Green answered. ; “Who picks the credentials committee?” Green hit the celling. Pointing his finger at the newsman, he roared: “Why do you ask that? Are you imputing something dishonest?” ; Bill,” chided another reporter, “take ft slow, Don’t yell and don’t talk so fast. We don’t want to
‘miss any of these pearls.”
x hold your union ecard in the United Mine : Workers?” another newsman asked. “Now that they are suspended just where does that leave you?” “1 am not inter in that—why bring that up?” “But you are interested. What about it; can you remain a member of the council or continue as federation president if your union is thrown out?” “I am not worried,” Green dodged. ~~ - “We didn’t ask you that.” i “My standing will. be determined by the council,