Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 August 1936 — Page 9

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HEYWOOD BROUN

TARRYTOWN FERRY, Aug. 17.—0Of late I have been yielding to an adolescent ‘urge to write columns about games and athletes, for in my youth I followed sports and got free tickets to the fights.

‘And so when it was suggested that we all drop over to Jack Sharkey's camp I was among the first to accept. Quentin Reynolds said it was but a step at best and, besides, he knew a short cut.

. Reynolds said that we would start out on Route 22 until we came to the dirt road and then keep bearing sharp left to the third signal light and straight ahead to the old red barn, after whicn he was sure he could pick up the rest of “ll the trip on the map. “It is known,” he explained proudly, “as the Quentin K. Reynolds short cut, and we should easily make the Irvington Ferry before morning.” “Once across the river it’s nothing at all,” he added—“hardly the breadth of my hand on the map.” With which he laid a huge ham on

* the route sheet and blotted out an entire country-

side from White Plains to Buffalo. There certainly ought to be a column in Jack

- Sharkey, and so I spoke a little severely to Quentin

Reynolds about his driving. The sign 15 miniles before said, “White Plains 9 Miles.” The one we

were passing now said, “White ‘Plains 11 Miles.”

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Rolling Along Rapidly

Co. OU’LL have {to go a little faster, Quent,” I said;

“we don't seem to be quite holding our own.” It seems that we took the wrong turn on the dirt road and missed the red barn, That was probably

" because Reynolds was doing ‘“knock-knocks” and

“handles” as we swept by these pivotal points. I

don’t care much for “handies” and “knock-knocks” even when they are good, and I hate to hear bad

. ones as done by a man driving an automobile at 60

miles an hour. Perhaps it wasn't as fast as that. The car of Mr. Reynolds is a brilliant lemon in hue, and even when the engine is turned off you get the effect of

, the Yangtze River rolling rapidly.

At least, you like to feel that the car is moving ‘fast enough to blur your countenance. It would be embarrassing to pass a friend and have him think the limousine was your very own. The Reynolds car always suggests to me a grand duke exiled in Paris. You know that it must have been pretty magnificent

before the 1918 revolution.

The great Reynolds ic the sort of driver who brakes on the curves instead of slowing down. After onie rebuke in regard to his driving he sulked for a dozen miles, but even that didn't bring White Plains any nearer. ” ” =

Both Hands Off the Wheel

UT there's no keeping a Reynolds quiet very long. He began to tell us of his latest effort in the field of the short story, the novel and the motion picture. I liked his more serious themes better. The one maybe about the gunman who kills the

" wrong girl by mistake and has to apologize. In re-

lating a humorous anecdote of his own Quent takes both hands off the wheel to emphasize the twist at the end. If he ever thinks up a short story with a double “snapper the big yellow car will be found in a ditch, After three hours of continuous and furious driving we did make the Irvington Ferry all right. But it doesn’t run: any more. Perhaps it hasn't for years. All that Reynolds could say was to repeat over and ‘over again, “The map, the map.” You see, he is

a man who believes in maps; although you would.

never think so from looking at him. { The moon was up by the time we reached Tarry-

* .town Ferry, and so we have decided to camp beside ,the slip for the night and get an early start.

Rey-nolds-still says, “It's just a step.” We should have found at first whose feet he was using for measuring blocks.

: BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT

FYDE PARK, N. Y., Sunday.—Yesterday the skies

L A were gloomy and all thrqugh the day we had a certain amount of rain. However, it held off long

enough so that we could swim in the morning. Three

young men who are interested in the peace movement came up to enjoy the swimming pool and to tell us about their work.

I had not realized that the emergency peace movement had 42 teams working this summer in various

places throughout the country. Most of the workers are of college age and volunteer eight weeks of work. "They have contacted church groups and Granges,

: have. spoken before them throughout the county and

have left a skeleton organization to carry on the work of peace and increase the interest in the subject. Though this work is largely done by young people, older people are working in it also. . Last evening it seemed to me that everybody had a different idea of how peace could be attained. Some of them claim it must be done through leaders in each country, others insist it can not be done by the leaders, but by the. education of peoplé in general, for without their knowledge and comprehension

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Life Has Been

Star of Opera, Films Tells of Struggle for Fame.

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profound technical skill, I owe “success.” To most people, perhaps, my “success” lies in the actual achievement of the high places in my field—in the fact that I am an opera star. In my own estimation, those concrete achievements are, in themselves, only tangible evidence of success. To me, they are less important than the

- faith - and courage which carried me through in the -

face of repeated - disappointments. God gave me a voice — and the Metropolitan stood ready and waiting. I supplied the resolution and the effort which, combined, eventually took me there. I have cause to be grateful for many things, but for none am I more deeply thankful than for the right to say, truthfully: “I have found stimulus. in set-backs and joy in struggle and life has been exciting!” I was a 16-year-old student in Ward-Belmont College of Nashville, Tenn., when I first decided that some day, somehow, I would be “a great opera singer.” The ambition was born In my admiration

for Mary Garden, who was then —and still is—my idol. :

” » » NATIONAL magazine—which one I have forgotten—printed her autobiography. It was a vivid account of a glamorous career. Reading it, I felt her personality.

. It sparkled and flamed—and fired

my own active imagination. She was a brilliant goddess, and the world in which she reigned, a place of almost -fffcredible—and very desirable—romance. I was

hungry for romance; for escape from the prosaic. Formerly, I had dreamed of going to China as a Baptist missionary: now, I began to sing to vast audiences in my day dreams. : One memorable day, it was an-. nounced that Mary Garden would give a concert in Nashville, and that Ward-Belmont’s music class would be taken, en masse, to hear and to meet her. I have never been more excited. : Finally, the great night arrived, and, during her: concert, I sat spellbound, completely enthralled by the glory of her voice and the magic spell of her personality. I think no other artist has ever been able to “reach” an audience so effectively. After the concert, we were escorted—some 280 of us, dressed in our primmest frocks—back stage, te meet Miss Garden. We were cautioned to be very quiet, not to talk to the great diva, not to crowd too close. | 8s x =

BY when I saw Mary Garden, . I sensed her innate friendli-

ness. I forgot every warning,

- broke away . from the group,

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Miss Moore at 16, in Jellico, Tenn., beside her parents’ first automobile.

rushed to her, threw my arms around her and exclaimed: { “I love you, Miss Garden. Some day, I'm going to be a great singer, too!” She looked at me quizzically and laughed, but her voice was very sympathetic: “I hope you will be a very great singer, my dear. I'm sure you're pretiy enough to sing.” And I walked back to the schcol in a daze. It was somewhat disconcerting to have one’s day dreams so suddenly crystallized into a definite, all-consuming ambition. To Mary Garden, of course, the incident meant nothing. . To me,

however, it meant the dawn of a .

new and purposeful life. Had she been less gracious, 1 would have been deeply hurt, and, in the hurt, my ambition might have died at birth. Instead, she was kind. How often lives are are influenced and their courses

changed by such contacts. Young -

ambition, almost invariably, is in=spired by hero worship. Certainly, those of us who already have won success should always be careful net to dash the enthusiasm of those, who are dreaming of success. ” ” »

UKRING the 1ollowing summer, father and I quarreled. Ostensibly, our argument was rocted

in the choice of. a school. He

wanted me to attend one of the excellent colleges near-by. I was determined to go to the Wilson~ Green School of Music in Washington. Actually, I was fighting, not for ‘one certain school, but for my first step toward the realization of my ambition. I had set my heart on the stage and the opera, and wisely, I kept my own counsel. Jellico, Tenn., with horizons limited by the mountains that encircle it, did not approve of the stage or of anything akin to the stage, and my father, though more broadminded than most, shared that particular prejudice. One evening, our argument flared so high that I decided— with proper enjoyment of the melodrama—to run. away. After the others of our family had retired, I packed my most precious belongings in a bandana handkerchief and clambered out a :itchen ‘window. To have carried a suitcase and walked prosaically through a convenient doorway. would have been a sacrilege. Once outside, however, the great melodrama became reality. I began to realize that I was embarking on a serious course. And, eharacteristically, I carried my

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the high hills near our home. Until dawn, I lay on the topmost rock of that mountain, staring at the stars and thinking . .-. = And my efforts at logic sim mered down to the unthinking ceriainty that, no matter what obstacles were thrown in my way, I had to follow my ambition. / 8 » = : ACKING perspective, I vis=joned applause, fame, ‘star-"

mountain range, projecting above a sea. of clouds.- I saw the lofty pinnacles but not the long, tortu- . ous trails which must be ‘climbed to attain them. Even 'today, I am blessed by that same blindness. I did not run away—then--but that night on the hilltop near Jellico fixed my. goals unshakably. Not once, in the years. of varying: fortune which have passed since that night, have they changed. I have attainéd many of those goals, and, with them, others that were then beyond my vision. In. doing so, I have learned a. truth which I could not have grasped at - 16. I have learned this: . ° The struggle for success is infinitely ‘more. stimulating, more

than the success itself. I have had more joy and more profit in “gétting here” than I now

exchange my vital memories of the often trying, hut always excil-.

Lacking those memories, I would not have the perspective to enjoy, or benefit by, success, Eagerness—that is ‘the magic quality! It overwhelms fear and doubt, stimulates the mind and’

sible and life worth the living. I have always been eager; the trail upward has been a glorious adventure and its milestones are unforgettable. They have become part of me. * One of the earliest of those milestones was my concert debut in Washington, ?

(Mr. Sullivan Writes Thrice Weekly.)

BY MARK SULLIVAN Times Special Writer ASHINGTON, Aug. 17.—At a - meeting of a Western bar association one day this month, an address was made by Senator Edward R. Burke of Nebraska. Senator Burke is a Democrat. In the 1932 presidential campaign he was an

enjoyable ‘and more worthwhile

have in “being here.” I would not |

spirit, makes the impossible pos- .

' problems to the summit of one of |.

dom, as one sees the peaks of a" |-

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gs GRACE ~/ MOORE

Many years later; starred in “The King Steps Out,” with Franchot Tone.

M: father, probably because he found it less painful to consent than to continue hearing my pleas and protests, had finally permitted me to attend the Wil-son-Green School. I had thrown myself whole-heartedly into my studies. and had progressed -.so . rapidly that, at the end of my first term, I was chosen to sing

-in public concert—an annual event |

sponsored by the faculty of Wil-son-Green—ywith Giovanni Martinelli of the Metropolitan Grand Opera Company? =r. Naturally, I was in a seventh heaven of: ecstatic: excitement before that concert; natt y, I was ‘half paralyzed by stage fright when I‘first faced the footlights; naturally, I was out of bed long before dawn the next morning to read the verdicts: of the critics. :. Some were kind; Some were— well, critics. And one, who was locally considered a veritable oracle, wrote: * rhs “Last night, the Lion and ‘the Mouse gave a concert. Giovanni Martinelli, celebrated tenor'of the Metropolitan Grand Opera Company, was the Lion; Miss Grace Moore of Jellico. Tenn.; a student of the Wilson-Green School of Music, was the Mouse. Her voice

: : |..is’ excellent: and she shows real "ing, journey to stardom :for-all- of xtellent ; gh the rewards which actual suecess has given me or ever can give me.

‘promise i Ba “She shows real promise”—those - four words were sufficient . to: launch my great adventure. Washington suddenly became too’ small to contain my soaring ambitions,

. and, then and there; I ‘decided that I must go on to New York. | Knowing that my parents would

instantly forbid such a’ step, I again determined to run away. I succeeded in borrowing $300 from a friend who sympathized with my ambition and promised to keep my whereabouts a secret.

"I bribed one of the school’s night

watchmen to aid me; packed my bags, and, a few nights later, took “French leave.” Se

that the Democratic Party is one thing and the New Deal a different thing. The Democratic leaders who realize this include almost all the more thoughtful ones. ‘Their recognition of the fact is: practically universal. They differ only with respect tq

EVER was an elopement car-

I'l ried out with more dramatic

flourish. Disguised by a wig and a long, heavy veil, I stayed for a full week in a Washington hotel while my parents, the authorities of the school, and the police. searched for me. Every - train leaving Washington was. watched. All of niy friends were questioned. Surmises about my fate ranged from mur--‘der. qr kidnaping to. secret romance and marriage. After the first furor of the hunt had lessened, I telephoned Blanche Le Garde, a fellow student and my dearest friend, told her where I was and what I in-

* tended to do, and arranged to

meet her in a certain drug store. To my. amazement and delight, she insisted on accompanying me to New York. She, too, had dreams of a stage career. In New York, I first of all soothed a guilty conscience by wiring my parents assurance of my safety. Next, I had Blanche, who"

. knew New York, guide me to the -

Metropolitan Opera House. . There, in a steady drizzle of rain, I stood with pounding’

| heart, staring at the goal of my

ambition. The great doors were there; I could reach gut.and touch ee Teach. gut,and ig And yet they were a million

miles away. Fortunately, I did

not realize, then, how many disappointments, hew many - set- . backs, how many years of hard, hard work lay between me and the realization of- my. purpose. My feét were on the trail—but still I saw only the pinnacle.

“Some day,” Itold Blanche, with great conviction, “I'm going to be: starred there!”

(Continued Tomorrow) (Conyright, 1936. by United Feature Syndicate. Inc. Reproduction in whole

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Departure of Senator Burke From TH New Deal Fold Cited by Sullivan

.NOTHER group consists of Democratic leaders who feel they must satisfy their consciences by publicity denouncing the New

Deal or most of it—but who at the

same time feel the best course is to “go along” with a program of reelecting Mr. Roosevelt. The expec-

tation of these is that immediately | after Mr. Roosevelt is re-elected, if:

‘of our own, much like theirs in

air Enough

cin LT 2 WESTBROOK PEGLER

NEW YORK, Aug 17.—The death im Brighton, England, of Sir Henry Pres-

‘ton, the sporting inn keeper, will jog the

memory of the feature writers on the English papers and they will now recall many

interesting incidents of the era of wonderful nonsense after the great war, when the present King

“| of England, like his grandfather before hin, was

sowing a wild oat or two. These memories Will ine

clude some incidents which never happened, for the English [zature men, especially those who work for

“the Sunday or weekly papers, are

naive and light-hearted takers. However, even stripped of fakery, these reminiscenses will make interesting ‘reading and no doubt, when - the history of the post-war period in England comes to be written by people who were not present -then, Sir Harry will have a paragraph I am not qualified to go into the story of Sir Harry, but his passing suggests to me that we had a period Mr. Pegler England, which has now ended or faded into another period and that ours, too, will be recognized by. historians. The prize fight industry will play a part

. in this history because so many of our big men were

attracted to the ringside. The Prince of Wales be= came the No. 1 fight fan of England and companion

| of Georges Carpentier, and the big shots of America

reckoned that they belonged at the ringside, too “ ® x = : Monarchs at Ringside

THs we began to discover in the front row mone archs of the motor industry and the stock exe change, rich publishers, politicians, authors, artists, and, of course, many June-bug celebrities of the move ies and the stage. Tex kard formed a club, -com« posed, as he said, -of 600 millionaires, who estab lished a rite of getting tight en bootleg merchandise in their clubrooms- above the Garden before going down to the brawls. ; i . : . There were Tammany politicians, including Jim Farley, Jimmy Walker and old John Curry, the leader of the Hall, who usually sat together in the first row, and around the corner, also in the first row, sat Ownie Madden, Big Frenchie, Larry Fay and others. The seconds often were notorious figures and they performed their ministrations under the tolerant eye of Mr. Farley, himself. In Chicago, Mr. Rickard was proud ¢o be able to say he had, I believe, 20 Governors in.the forward rows for his Tunney-Dempsey spectacle. One of the great automobile magnates and a great American merchant went into the market and bought up fight ers of ‘their own, as other sporting millionaires buy race horses.- \ » ” » Dempsey, Tunney in History AR. FARLEY went straight from thé ringside to 8 position of power and real importance in Amer ican history. He had been absolute dictator in the prize fight business, waiving his’ own rules according to his whim to favor his friends or establish political obligations, but I do not mean to say that he has been as drazen in Washington as he was in pugilism. I really don’t believe he has. . - a ingte - One important psychologigal effect of this ringside era on the Anierican public was an alarming decline

“of the old public awe of millionaires. The public saw

hundreds of millionaires at close. range, saw them. plastered and boasting and fighting. A long time ago prize fighting. figured, incidentally, in the social side: of English history and, though it is,

fundamentally, a rough, tough sport of - the lower

classes, in America it pulled society down to the level of the masses. So, probably, after all, Jack Dempsey and Gene Tunney will conmand mention in the story of the decline of the American republic and the rise - of the new system, whatever that may be.

Merry-Go-Round

BY DREW PEARSON AND ROBERT S. ALLEN

ASHINGTON, Aug. 17.—The Republicans have so much money to spend these days that they are falling for a lot of nut ideas. One gold brick on which G. O. P. master minds already have made advance payments is the pro= curement . of the confidential investigation files of Louis Glavis, arch-sleuth of the Interior Department. Glavis made some special investigations for the President, and G. O. P. strategists . would like to smear them before the public. They are willing to pay cash—have put’ up some to an intermediary, already. Glavis is now on the outs with the Interior De« ent, but it is highly doubtful that he will do

of problems, no leaders can achieve great results. We were still arguing when the time came to meet the President at the train. Three of the children went up to the station and returned without him. They very solemnly announced that the President had decided to stay the night at New York. They thought they could get a rise out of me, but 1 know my children too well and calmly said that that was .a very good idea. Whereupon they remarked: ' . : “Well, now we will tell you the truth. He is coming in on standard time instead of daylight saving, and the train is three-quarters of an hour late besides. So we have an hour and three-quarters to wait until he gets here.” We waited and all went down to meet him. In spite of the pretty strenuous three days, which made the whole party ready to go to bed, they were very full of what they had seen and quite anxious to tell us about everything. (Copyright, 1936, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

what they think they should -do about it. Sal One group thinks the duty of Democratic leaders is to try frankly and directly to defeat Mr. Roosevelt. This group includes those who recently conferred at Detroit, exSenator James A. Reed of Missouri, ex-Gov. Ely of Massachusetts and some 50 more. The prevailing characteristic of these is that they are not now office-holders. They are under no deterrent of expedi‘ency, of desire to be re-elected. or of party harmony. Most of these will vote against Mr. Roosevelt and cam- | Whom, apparently, Senator Burke of paign against him. “0 Nebraska is now to be added. *

"GRIN AND BEAR IT + + by Lichty

especially strong supporter of Mr. Roosevelt. - He continued to be a supporter after Mr, Roosevelt was in the White House, On one occasion Mr. Roosevelt was so pleased by a speech made by Mr. Burke that he picked out a passage from it, quoted it in one of his own, and declared that what Mr. Burke had said was a true definition of the New Deal. But in the speech Senator Burke made this month he was almost as anti-New Deal as Senator Glass of Virginia. Senator Burke took notice

. Another move the Republicans made was to put ‘up some cash for the Southern share-croppers’ movement. These -landless farmers, they figured, could Belp puncture the Democratic claim of helping the armer, ) i But when a G. O. P. intermediary approached Gardner Jackson, guiding spirit of the share crop« pers, he was turned down. . : :

RT iE .A RE the Secret Service men who guard the Presa: dent peeved at the Canadian police! J

he is re-elected, they will at once proceed -to make the Democratic Party again Democratic, to require President. Roosevelt to be - Democratic, to throw out-of Congress any proposed measures that are not Democratic, and to press Mr. Roosevelt to throw. out of his circle those su tes and advisers who are New Dealers and not Democrats. The group of Democratic leaders who prevailingly think some such way as this is symbolized by Senators Glass and Byrd of. Virginia, to

LET'S EXPLORE YOUR MIND

BY DR. ALBERT EDWARD WIGGAM

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