Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 August 1936 — Page 7

D] BR0 NEW YORK, Avs. 15.—Somebody wished © that his enemies had but a single neck E 80 that he could smite them all with a blow

. of the headsman’s ax. It would be a lot “better if my history were not so dim, but,

, but it has left me with a and

the thrill of the Hambletonian. Bitterly I ask, “What thrill?” I might even add, “What Hamble- : tonian?” rth roun They say a race was run, or - “ hes er trotted, and, indeed, a circumSapa) can be made out for this assertion, = 'M "pool ? ller took $2 of mine on a stegd called Recov‘ery, and since I didn’t get it back, I assume that ery was not in front at the finish. .. Once I heard a few shouts and murmurs in my beleaguered spot below the grand stands, and hcurs later, as the crowd was beginning to thin out, a man told me that he had it straight from a friend ‘that Rosalind had won two heats and the cham:plonship.

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Believes He Got a Glimpse

R a brief moment I think I saw some of the preliminaries of one of the heats of the Hambletonian. I can’t be sure, because things are not done after the fashion of the race tracks to which-I am

tomed. . What I did see before I went down under the Heels of a couple of state troopers and a hundred | supers were several men in little wagons jockeying #0 get across the line first. The starting judge kept shouting at them not to be running away in all directions at the same time, but they paid no attention. It is extraordinary, of course, that a harness ‘horse can attain a speed of 30 miles an hour, but his lag of 20 seconds or a little more to the mile makes him seem ever so much slower than the running horse. Then, too, the quarters are run more evenly. You don’t get that sense of extra effort in ‘the stretch. The horses hardly seem to be trying. ” = »

Horses Created Equal

As the result of a fairly intensive survey I have discovered that 20 and 30 to 1 shots do not often . win at the track. But among the trotters I imagine they never do. Form holds stanch and firm, and it is a little discouraging to fight your way through a mob to the spot where the pool seller sits only to find that the favorite is 1 to 5, while you can get a nice snappy 1 to 3 on the second choice. However, the books are decidedly Jeffersonian in their philosophy. The pool sellers go on the theory that all horses are created equal. Even if a horse has no chance whatsoever the Goshen bookmaker does not want to hurt his feelings. The best he will do for you is 2 to 1. When William C. Fields first came upon the stage in “Poppy” to read his immortal line, “Never give a sucker an even break,” he might have added that this doesn't go for the distribution of oil. For the

most part IT am a cheerful loser, because. al] the men

I know who take bets have so much charm and such © nice manners. dropped at Goshen, or even. the 10 pounds, which " riles me. - But I hate to travel such a distance to get bawled out all afternoon, I can do just as well

My Day

RY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT YDE PARK, N. Y., Friday—In the August Atlantic there is an enchanting essay by Agnes Repplier. I never see her name on the cover of a magazine that I do not turn at once and read her article, for everything she writes has both charm and wit or me. In this case she tells the story of Theodore Hook, who rejoiced in absurd practical jokes equaled only by the escapades of college boys. He kept the fash- - jonable world of England in his day constantly amused. Jests were expected of him and laughter must follow in his wake, but his diary was neither amusing nor light. = His personal life must have been ‘filled with anxieties and regrets. The gay laugh and ready quip often hide a bitter and warped personality.

“longer than in any other country in the world, his creditors dogged his steps. : I wonder if this thing is not true of many of our professional humorists. The habit of thinking that the money which is borrowed today will never have to be repaid, or that some convenient time will come in which to economize, is such a common failing that it warrants our consideration. I have before me a letter from a young man who, ‘earning the munificent salary of $15 a week, has run

up bills for $200. Somehow every one is sure that the -

~ Iliness or accident which brought about this catastrophe will never occur again. When, of course, ex‘perience should teach us that it is always the unexpected that does occur. The best made budget is one which uses at most only 75 per cent of a person's income, leaving a quarter to accumulate, we hope. In any case it should ke on hand to meet those very emergencies which are never expected, but which always arise. - . Of _course, there are a great many people who not only cin make no budget, but can barely manage to ‘exist with their families on what they earn from ‘day to day. But wherever the earnings are sufficient to allow any margin for the unexpected, it is well to keep it in mind. (Copyright, 1996, by United Feature Syndicate, Ine.)

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", BY JEAN BREESE

: As told to. Fred Russell, Nashville Banner Staff Writer. EW YORK, Aug. 15.—Over our cocktails, the two Fed- » eral agents and I lost no time getting down to business.

I spoke first.

“I will give you Tom Robitsson today provided you |

take him under certain conditions,” I said. And right there I gave them to understand that I was doing. it for

‘Tom's benefit, not theirs.

Mr. Bugas asked if I would describe Tom, which 1 did." When I stated that he weighed 170 pounds, Mr. Bugas

shook his head in doubt.

“Robinson doesn’t weigh that much,” he said. “Robinson does weigh that much,” I snapped. Then they asked me if there were any peculiarities about his ears, his chin and numerous other features. I. answered that the man definitely was Robinson, that he had told me he was Robinson, that I had seen the posters of Robinson, that I knew it was Robinson and that the only thing to be discussed, as far as I could see, were the terms I had to offer. Their skepticism irked me.

“I will give you a. diagram of the house where he is,” I explained. “You can

take him with little or no -

difficulty. But I insist that you take every precaution, for I can’t go through the rest of my. life knowing that I played a part in bringing any man to the end of his rope.” They promised they would be careful. “Do you believe Robinson is insane?” Mr. Bugas asked. “I am not a psychiatrist,” I answered, “but there is something radically wrong with Tom’s mind.” They seemed to think I might have a grudge against Tom. I wanted to convince them that I did not.’ “I pity Tom from the bottom of my heart,” I said. “The poor kid had two strikes called on him when he was born.” 8 # » HEN Mr. Bugas asked me:

“How are you fixed financial-

cially?” “I'm not fixed at all,” I replied. “My finances are low.” Mr. Bugas said that he was

sure that he could do something

very nice for me in this respect. I recoiled from his suggestion. Never during all ny deliberations had it dawned on me that the Department of Justice might think they could pay me for delivering Tom Robinson to tuem. “I'm not selling Tom Robinson,” 1 told him. “I want nothing from “the government.”’

Mr. Bugas sensed my anger and | - said no*more, although I am: sure

he did not understand my attitude. Then I stated the last item of my condition. “I am going to leave you now,” I said. “I do not want to be followed. If I am, I shall go to your office and refuse ever to give you the address of that house. If I am not followed, and when I am convinced that: I am not followed, I will felephone you at your office and give you the address.”

“Why, we wouldn’t have. any.

one follow you,” Mr. Bugas said. “Why not give us the address

now? You may think some one is following you ‘when actually

they are n : +1 replied HL if he had no. one

following me, ‘he had nothing toworry about-—that I ‘would keep

my agreement.

“You wouldn't know it even if -

our agents were lowing you,” Mr. Bugas remarked.

“That's what you think, » 3 answered.

22 » HEY seemed reluctant to let me go and insisted that I give them the address. 1 flatly refused. “If you don’t want to do itmy way,” I concluded, “you can take me: in now and hang me by the toes. I swear I'll never tell you.” “0. K., you have the stage. Play

it any way you like,” Mr. Bugas

said, . Then he excused himself from the table and went out on the mezzanine. I stayed there with Mr, Myerson until he returned a few minutes later. “We'll go back to the office now and let you do this your own way,” Mr. Bugas said. We left, separating at the side door and. going in opposite directions. It was after 3 o'clock now. Our conference ‘had lasted more than an hour. I walked down the street, got into a taxi and rode to Santa Monica, 18 miles away. I did this.to. make sure I was not being. followed. I . passed -.the ‘house on 16th-st 3 os we had lived more than a year ago. The events of the past 16 months raced through my mind. It seemed impossible that all this could have happened. I dismissed the cab in Santa Monica: after. definitely. : deciding that I was not being. followed. .I - called Mr. Bugas from a drug store pay station. When I got him on the telephone, .all I said : was: “The address is 510 Cavanaugh. rd, Glendale.”. “Where are you. going now?” he:

7 asked.

“I haven't decided, WE answered, “The Department of Justice will

_ hear from me later.”

by h that, I hung up. t a taxi back to Los Angeles. I Lodi nothing in those 18 miles, What I actually saw in my mind was that helpless kid, Tom Robinson, shot full of holes and lying in the street. When I left him that morning, he was a helpless kid, free from his brainstorm, appealing and leaning

_on the confidence he hag built

up in me. I had never betrayed a confidence before. I wanted to die

, then and there. I felt like I was

dying. - Somehow, although I remember absolutely nothing about it, I must have boarded a train for San: Diego, for when I awakened

’ the next morning I was in the El - Cortez Hotel there with the house

Physician and nurse by my side.

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Jean Breese in front: of home at 510 Cavanaugh Road, Glendale, Cal, where Robinson was captured.

“HEY asked how I felt. I said all right. I paid them and they left in a few minutes. “As she left, the nurse handed me a morning newspaper that had been slipped under the door. It

carried a headline about Tom's

arrest. His picture was on the front page. I feared to look farther. Buf the one word “alive” Side out. At that moment it was greatest word in the English on guage.” I fell back on the bed, relieved. I arose, dressed and went out to buy a few things I needed. I had left all my clothes in the house at Glendale. Then I secured reservations on the Southern Pacific for 'Louisville, having read ia: the papers that Tom was to be taken there for trial. My intention was to go there for the purpose of telling what I knew about his condis tion, At every station I bought - papers to find out what was happening to him. All carried huge: pictures of Tom. chained like a wild

.animal and" stories of how he was .

made. a public spectacle in leg. irons. I expected that Tom would be placed in some institution for. the. insane. To my utter amazement,"

I read in the papers that he had.

been permitted to plead guilty and

‘had been sentenced to life imsprisonment in Atlanta.

Upon reaching New. Orleans, ST

rested for ‘a few days at the New Axa Orleans Hotel. Then I went “to |"

Nashville to see Tom’s mother. : I wanted to know why and how all ¢his had happened, why he had

! not been placed in an insane asy-

lum.

: Mrs, Robinson said. that. she didn’t know how it happened. She

was confused, bewildered and completely broken by it all. We did our best to console cach other. » ® 2 LEFT Nashville and ' returned to New York, where I communicated with Federal agents. I called

* the ‘New York F. B. 1. office and

through Ray Whitley requested an interview with J. Edgar Hoover.

"The request was ‘denied on “the

grounds, that he was too busy to

. come to New York. I then offered

Handcuffed and glum, Robinson is. rushed from a plane in Louisville, :

Ky., after his capture in Glendale.

to go to Washington to see him. That, too, was refused. I don't know why. Mr. Bugas had been in Washing-

“ton since Tom’s arrest. it seems,

and he came to New York to see

“me. . At this time I spent three full

days with him going over the entire’ 16 months of my association

Johnson Defends N RA Against

Assault Made by Frank Knox

(Gen. Johnson writes thrice, weekly.)

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BY HUGH S. JOHNSON § JR ETHANY BEACH, ‘Del, Aug. 15. —Frank Knox says that what- |

| | ever. the Democrats may do about a.

dirty campaign, he isn’t going to be

dirty, because a man can’t throw

dirt ‘without having his hands in dirt. Well, what's this? ~The colonel

e, Ind.: “Many workingmen thought they would gain from the regulations ‘of

the. NRA. They did not. They: lost.

equally clear. : The Spbriant increased cost of living came . either before NRA arrived, or after it went out. "But cost of living is no the | criterion upon which to judge ‘NRA. The real test is what happened to the buying power of factory . pay | rolls—whether workers’ ‘pay Bought more or less of the necessities of life after than before NRA.

The record shows that this index Ynder' NEA wens fromthe lowest to the ' highest. point in. ' years.

Personglifies and calling names is

one kind of campaign dirt, speech amply demonstrates that it | is not the only kind. ;

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with Tom and helping him to straighten out many details of the case. Again Mr. Bugas asked me and Mr. Whitley, too, if I thought Tom was insane. My reply was the

‘same that it had been in Califor-

nia—“that I knew .very little about insanity, but that I was convinced something was _ Wrong with Tom‘s mind.” Mr. Bugas asked me what 1 wanted of my belongings {Laken

from the house in Glendale. 1

asked only for my dog. However, ‘they sent all my personal effects

"as ‘well’ as the dog.

These agents know that I am

. bitter over the way Tom has been

‘treated. Had I known that a hurried disposition of the case was possible and had I known that

- Tom would be imprisoned for life

An a penitentiary instead of being treated for his affliction, I swear “that I would not have turned him up.-

(Copyri 1936. by Nashviil Yaied y ashviile Banner

Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

: Beginning Monday— “LIFE HAS BEEN EXCITING” By Grace Moore

‘GRIN AND BEAR Im he

by Lichty

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NE our friends, the Republicans,

building up for posterity because if they

have to go right ahead with the extravagance and . the debt or face a revolution. Rather than provoke the revolution, Mr. Landon would continue to toss

the money around. Up to now Mr. Landon has re- [ vealed no definite plan by which | * he, as President, would shut off the [ess national government's assistance to « the people, but that isn’t to be wondered at because there is no way short of strict fascism, which he, naturally, can not propose in open meeting at this stage of the game. True, Hearst has been playing footie with Mussolini and Hitler in _persistent "plugs for dictatorship in & other countries, in such a way as = to suggest that it might be a good thing for us. But Hearst doesn't speak officially for Landon, and anyway, you can bet that if he got what he is crying for he wouldn't like it: Because, under fascism a lot of Republican gang politicians would step in and run his business for him and make him absorb more employes than he normally uses. And they would

Mr. Pegler

taxes and forced contributions to support the une

employed in public Improvements. no different from Roosevelt's.

s x» F. D. R. Without a Plan . ANDON might try to feed the money to Business with the intention that it should reach the people through pay rolls of private industry, instead of shove ing it. directly to the unemployed through government

top just as the big cotton planters gypped the share croppers under Roosevelt and set them out on the road with their ragged little kids and scabby dogs. Our friends, the Republicans, are right in one ime portant and very ominous contention. They insist that Roosevelt. doesn’t have a plan and the obvious truth is that he hasnt, worse luck. He is just going along on a week-to-week basis, maintaining the capitalistic democratic system by gradual concessions to the people and hoping that after four more years things will come right, somehow. But he doesn’t foresee a solution and his next term will just defer the blow-off four years more.

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* What About Democracy

system can’t be preserved but they will have to

stander in the row and hasn’t the belly for a fight or a‘leader to remind the people what freedom means. The poor old American system will stop a lot of

|. punches and Half-bricks thrown from both ‘sides and

will be. ‘trampled. flat in the scuffle. Right now I

-get hundreds of letters from people who- want to

«spit on freedom, as the Germati§* say, and destroy * the.libérties that Washington and Jeffer handed ’ Vide %o us, shige a

Just for the pleasure of

‘individuals that they don’t like, ‘We “seldom fear, a

{ thitp from our democracy nowadays, The’ principals

in the fight are communism and fascism.: Sure, Roosevelt is extravagant and wasteful. He ‘knows it. He might save a few hundred millions or a billion if he were of a mind to but that wouldn't make much difference. He is throwing the lap-robes and our coat and vest and pants to the wolves and, like the Russian in the sleigh, he might have to toss out the old lady and the kids in the effort to distract them in the long dash to the settlement. But that's just the catch. There ain't no settlement.

Merry-Go-Round

(Continued from ‘Page One)

“call” was to a small church at Deepriver, Ind, Thence he moved to another little church near Gary, Ind., where he had an experience with organized labor that turned him sour on unions.

A church member volunteered fo paint Smith's church, but got only one side finished before he had to.leave town. Smith tried to get some one to finish the job, but all local painters refused on the ground that it was a “scab” job.

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convention in St. Louis brought‘ Smith

lis, from which he moved up to a larger chur¢h in the same city.

heart, Miss Eleanor M. Sorrenson, and remained in Indianapolis uniil 1928, when he was called to the well-to-do King’s Highway Church in Shreveport, La. One day Smith heard that some of his poorer parishioners were about to be evicted from their homes by a mortgage company. Telephoning Huey Long, he said: “Some of these bhlood-suckers here are plan-

| ning to put my people out on the street. Are you

going to. let them do it?” Huey assured him he would not, and a half-hour later the evictions were called off I Cyualed Off oul his: totisiacy with Huey and how important he was in the latter's and organization. “Before Huey died,” says

councils Smith, “he asked me to carry on. 1 swore on his

thbed that I would.” But, while Huy did. rescue Smith's parishioners, She Tadisns Prudcher Sid no actively. align With the Kingfish until ‘several years

NEW YORK, Aug. 15.—It amuses me to .

were to elect their man tomorrow he would

soon have him screaming murder with their special

work. But that wouldn't work as well as Roosevelt's ‘way. Private industry would chisel’ too much off the

T is too bad that the liberties of the American.

go because our democracy is just am innocent’ by-

afew.

STIRRING rhetorical performance at a church

a call to the Seventh Christian Church in Indianapoe

At this point he married an old Srisconsin sweet -

holler and carry on about Roosevelt's ex1 travhgance and the tax burden which he is