Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 August 1936 — Page 15

Bye D BROUN

SARATOGA, Aug. 22.—There is something “about this place which seems vaguely familiar. Every time I put my hands into an empty pocket I have the strongest sort of impression that I have been here before. ~ To some Saratoga is the playground of the nation, but I am here on.a mission. Once a year - the turf writers hold a banquet to discuss the question, “Whither are we going?” Most of the year they

-are employed in studying the problem of how to improve the breed of horses, but annually they leave this theme to take up the subject of how to improve the breed of

turf writers. A

Seemingly, not very much has been. done about it. Accordingly, the organization is seeking new members. My name. is up for consideration. And it’s about time. Perhaps the excuse for the delay will: be that there is nothing very impressive in past performances. Before his solu 2 printed (one should always fear the worst). Mr. Broun 1 will have undergone the ordeal of making a speech to the race writers. It has been the . custom in the past to limit these little talks to more or less frivolous subjects. 1 might, for justance, get up and say: “This new innovation of the camera finish 1s a little trying for the novice bettor. In the old days you merely had to worry as to how your horse would run. Now you must also figure out how he is going to screen.” But I guess 1 won't say that. I have a sneaking notion that I said that last year and it didn’t go very well.

» ” ” His Audience Was Tedious

OTHING went very well last year exgept the brass band. It was one of the few times that I ever have seen an audience which was a little more tedious than any of thé after-dinner speakers. Every time 1 started to slide gracefully into an epigram: & large. gentleman at my right elbow would exclaim: “That's good, old Heywood. Sweetish fellow in the world.” - So if and when I get the floor my theme and my demeanor will be deadly ‘serious. My: mission at the moment is to discuss genetics. After all, why should the improvement in'the breed of horses. be taken up so much more seriously than the improvement of human beings? Millions are spent every" year throughout the world in-order to find a horse that ‘can do six furlongs-or ‘the mile a fraction faster than these distances ever have been accomplished before. And the strange part of it is that the records around a raee track stand up pretty solidily against all competition, while men and women in track and field games set new marks whenever any great number of skilled participants are gathered together, ; : i 2 8 =

Make a Mock of the Fastest

EEMINGLY, without any scientific plan whatsoever, athletes like Jesse Owens appear and make a‘mock of all the fastest men who have gone before them. It is perhaps possible that, genetically speaking, planned production is-so much in its infancy that no one is wise: enough to undertake any con-: trol of “blood lines among the humans. I always bet on long shots at the track: because to some extent. these are the horses of somewhat inferior breeding: | NN a ; “I suppose in his| prairie years, when he was just. a colt, they would have laid you 1000 to 1 against Abraham Lincoln. You might have gotten even 300 to 1 to show. Yes, Lincoln was a long shot, and s0 was Andrew Jackson. Accordingly, I feel that it will be. my patriotic duty to remain in Saratoga, for an-additional day and go out to see the races. 1 will go as a student and as a patriot, It is no gambling: fervor which. urges me on. I simply want to find in the first race another Lincoln. ‘ :

BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT YDE PARK, N.Y. Friday--1 finished “Gone Xl With the Wind,” by Margaret Mitchell, last night. It is a most interesting picture of the South during the Civil War, but to me the reconstruction period is far more interesting. It is easy to understand why the wemen of the South kept their bitterness toward their Northern invaders. The war to them was a sacred cause, and the attitude of the North was practically impossible for them to understand. Sometimes you hear people wonder today why the bitterness has persisted so long, but to me it seems only natural and this book should help to make it vividly clear, even to those who haven't understood it before. The characters, Melanie and Ashley, are very charming—people you would like to know—but Scarlett and Rhett Butler are the two strongest and most interesting people. Scarlett was selfish and ruthless to the end, but she did have gallantry, courage and determination. In her rather strange way she did love two people in the course of her stormy existence. She paid in suffering for the fact that never for one moment was her love unselfish. She never understood either of the men she loved and so she lost them both, to be left baffled and bitter in her loneliness. . . This has been a confusing day because nothing has remained exactly as it was arranged in the morning. But, after all. the mechanics of living can somehow be adjusted. I never cease to be grateful for the wonderful way in which every one in the household adjusts to the changing situations. With perfect calm they accept the fact that six people may spend the night with us, or may decide to leave at

10 p. m. We had an amusing discussion at noon on the

subject of co-operation. The older members of the |

family circle think that it is time for us all to study what Sweden has achieved along these lines. Some of us even think it is fair to expect a few people to pay more than they need to pay for a given commodity in order that a greater number of people may. receive

baiting me and having the fun of a heated argument. : (Copyright, 1936, by United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

New Books THE PUBLIC LIBRARY PRESENTS— “A LTHOUGH not new, but an ever-timely book,

Triumph at London’s Covent Garden Cli-|

~ SATURDAY, AUGUST 22, 1936

maxes Career; Finds Time for Romance

and a

Happy Marriage.

fn 7 tis CHAPTER SIX 5 NFORSEEN production difficulties forced me to con- ~. tinue my studio work until the last possible moment before leaving for London. When I boarded the train in

collapse.

Los Angeles 1 was dog-tired and on the verge of nervous

I In New York I hoped to rest, but the hope was futile. My brief stay there was a continual whirl of banquets and parties. In London, where “One Night of Love” had been even more successful than in America, I was nearly mobbed by over-enthusiastic fans and autograph seekers. To my surprise, 1 discovered that in London my sole claim to fame was my screen work. Apparently, the fact that 1 had come to motion pictures from the Metropolitan and the Opera Comique was entirely forgotten if, indeed, it had ever been known in England. The multitudes were willing to accord me a triumph without waiting to hear me

sing, but fashionable Mayfair was skeptical.

And the

leading critics, while unanimously giving Geoffrey Toye,

the director of the Covent Garden, credit for arranging a neat financial coup,

frankly cast doubt on my

alleged ability. ‘If their attitude was a stimu-

lating challenge, it was also a further strain ‘on my over-taut

nerves, especially when combined.

with lack of time for rehearsal. Everything: was hustle “and bustle, and in the excitement no one thought .to warn . me that

Jovent Garden tradition permits applause only .after the ‘curtain |

of each act. 2 The night of my ‘debut per-

‘ formance ' found every ‘seal * in

the house sold. » » »

HEN I made. my_entrance, I.

instinctively sensed the

.mingled friendliness and skep-

ticism of the audience and rose to meet the challenge.” With the first

- notes of my ‘initial aria, “My Name

Is Mimi,” I knew. that my voice

‘had never been: better.: Finishing

it, I mentally braced ‘myself for the burst of applause which surely

+ would follow.

And Covent Garden was silent! There was not a single handelap. I was stunned: for a movement, and then I felt myself sinking. My heart turned to lead and my eyes filled with tears. I had failed—miserably—in the ‘supreme moment of my career! Luckily that-aria is near the end

of the first act, and, hy.a tremen- - dous ‘effort, I. managéd-to6 carry

on until the curtain fell. And then I rushed, blindly, to my

dressing room, locked the door:

and cried as though my heart were broken. I thought it was. Suddenly ‘I became aware of some one pounding on the door and I heard the voice of my husband. “Open the door,” he demanded.

“Don’t you realize that prima

donnas are supposed to take curtain calls?” . With that I lost my temper. I threw open the door and stormed: “I'll never step foot on that stage again! I'd rather sing to the crowd out there in the street. I've never sung to stuffed shirts and I won't now. . . .” My husband and Geoffrey Toye regarded me with amazement, but

| wasted no time in argument. I

was half-dragged, protesting every foot of the way, tothe wings and pushed on the stage.

The opera house was a bedlam.

Every one in the audience was standing, throwing programs in

the air and shouting my name. I have never heard such applause,

» 8 =»

TT sudden reaction was overwhelming, My knees trembled so that I managed to support myself only by leaning on a prop chair. Ever since, I've Avondered that I did not completely disgrace myself by falling in a faint. ‘ I took 13 curtain calls after that first act! It was the greatest triumph I had ever known, and, in all probability, the greatest I ever shall know. 224 5 Triumphs—and defeats! = Looking back on the years which have

passed since that first day in New’

York when I stood outside the Metropolitan - and vowed

seems to me that life has been like a scenic railway, a continual series: of ups and downs. And, to my own amazement, the greatest happiness of my - entire life has resulted, not from the realization of my consuming ambition for a “career,” but. from

marriage—from something ‘I had“

mistrusted, avoided, refused. I met Valentin Parera, now my husband, aboard the Ile de France, “en-route to Europe, in 1931. It was ‘strange that we had not met before, since, during the months 1 had worked for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer'on my first picture, he had been employed in the same studio, starring in Spanish versions of Metros ms He was then, and still is, one of the greatest stars of the screendn all Span ing countries. It was “love at: first sight”—and I,. who had prided myself on my

hard-won caution, was at’ least

wise enough to recognize it as such. There was no question of calm analysis; there was simply the unthinking certainty that he, of all men on earth, was the one whose wife I would be.

2 # =

N spite of serio-comic linguistic difficulties—we had to converse in French since he spoke no English and I knew no Spanish—we discovered in one another kindred tastes and enthusiasms. ? After a short engagement, we were married in Cannes, where in emulation of my idol, Mary Garden, I had acquired a villa. The mayor performed the ceremony and it is quite typical of my life - story that our wedding guests represented every stratum of financial affluence and social position. At the invitation of our friends, the William Gowers, we spent our

"LET'S EXPLORE. YOUR MIND

BY DR. ALBERT EDWARD WIGGAM

“ To DEVELOP A FINE PERSONALITY INTHEIR CHILDREN? YE© OR NO ee

ment being ability to pronounce the

name of the club.

“that someday I would star _there,- it

anish-speak= |

Miss Moore and her husband, Valentin Parera.”

honeymoon in Venice—in: the an“cient: Brandolini Palace cverlook-~. ing the Grand Canal. It was there that. Wagner, - during his exile, wrote most of the second act of “Tristan and Isolde.”

Marriage versus career—women everywhere enlist militantly . in that ancient argument. But to me, there is no longer excise for controversy. No one, I'm sure, ever sought ’professional triumphs - with mae determination than I. During the years of my climb to recognition and success, “I “set” myself apart from. other, “average” women and assured myself that my goal was not to be,

theirs. Now, I find it just a bit ironic fo discover that I am, after all, & very “average woman.” Love, and marriage mean more to. me than the richest rewards. “career” can offer. Foote pel : 8. 3 FRONIC, also was the discover that marriage had advanced, rather than retarded, my professional success. I have grown. spiritually; consequently I have grown artistically. Marriage, by demanding much of me, has pre‘vented me from - becoming. . too absorbed in my -career and in “myself. It has giveh me a truer perspective on life. ~~» & ac Zs uo

- and ‘must not ke, confused with

BY HUGH S. JOHNSON

ETHANY BEACH, Del, Aug. 22.—The casual “no increased taxes” of the Administration was, as the Republicans assert, a political gesture. But it was a good gesture and it needed to be made. There is nothing wrong with a gesture if it isn’t a fake. There is

no fake about the fact that the

Federal tax net is now so wide that every important forward.spurt in sales and income is reflected in hundreds of millions of dollars in added revenue. The Republicans seem to forget that even before the last revenue act was passed, the able Mr. May— who tore the Treasury's crazy undivided profits tax proposal to tatters—said that with the tax net as it then stood, increased business already in sight would return the desired "additional revenue, with-no change in the rate structure. ” ” ” _NOTHER wholesome aspect of the tax announcement is its

‘indication that the Administration

is learning that it can correct errors in the midst of a campaign, and not

it did in the Civil Service ruling and as it has now done again. : Up to these events, a dangerous pride, or a Dutch stubbornness, or the old fear of admitting an error, has provided the Republicans with nearly all the ammunition they have. Maybe this is a sign that the Administration is

Sd TFB hi}

3 }

have the political heavens fall—as

Last spring, en fois Europe | Johnson Backs Administration's Policy of No Increased Taxes’

make tax reform a major issue of

this campaign by proposing it first? #w ” &

NOTHER by-product of this “political gesture” is it

| dramatizes the remarkable increase

in business, values, sales, profits and incomes that is going on. This trend, while greatly increasing revenues, ought to have an. equally happy effect in reducing both debt

and expenditures and in bringing the budget more quickly into balance from both ends. eg It should reduce insuring a greater recovery: on the three to four billions of the present debt, which is represented by loans to banks, industries and home and farm owners. : : It should reduce expenditures because it should reduce necessity of billions of spending for relief. Asa matter of fact, except for this vast emergency spending, the national budget for the ordinary expenses. of government is almost in balance now. : ; vs On the score of insufficient pru-

a te where 1 have recently been—44" of them=-seems {0:kKnow It and take 1 hi Lo men Te

11 1) g By

1 de fade

Federal debt by |

Entered as

GRACE MOORE

to fill my Covent Garden engage-

. ment, he saw I was exhausted

and on the verge of nervous collapse, and forthwith took charge. As we stood on the deck of the Ile France and watched New York away, he took me in his arms and said: “My dear, three years ago, wien we met aboard -this same ship, you were already a personage, but: only because you had always taken: time from your work to be a human being. Now, you are much more famous and much more successful. ‘But fame and success will trap you if you .are not very careful. , They will take away from you those lovely interludes which give new dreams and new stimulus. Without those interludes, success will be a curse instead of a glorious. adventure.” And he made me promise then and there that once Covent Garden was behind us, I would place myself in his hands and ask no questions. i But at Cannes there were {oo many people. There, I was still” Grace Moore, the singer, the celebrity, the curiosity. 1 could not escape the interest of the crowd. ‘One morning, with great pretense of mystery, my husband ordered me into our car. we. drove, along the French and Italian Rivieras, through Milan and then, higher and higher, into the Swiss Alps. “We're going to

{ St. Moritz,” I decided and then,

curling up in the seat, fell sound asleep. ~ 1 was’ awakened shortly after

‘| midnight to find that we had stopped in front of a little Swiss

inn. In the brilliant moonlight, against its background of towering crags, it looked like an illus

‘| tration of a charming Christmas

card. I glimpsed the sign, “Ma-

| ola,” and suddenly remembered. Three years before, on our honey-

moon, we had driven past that same little inn and I had been

|. enchanted by its rustic beauty. At: that time, I had told my husband:

“Some day, when I am: very tired, you shall bring me here. You will know when . . .” --And he had remembered!

.® ® ” E scrambled from the car

and I danced in the snow.

like any 5-year-old while he

rang the bell and shouted for the

“porter to open ‘the door.

_ We lived there for two weeks, incognito. No. one knew. who. we

.were—and no one cared. By

day, we. donned Alpine clothes and climbed the nearby peaks, at night we tumbled into bed, blessedly fatigued and too content to dream. I was a person reborn. One morning while toiling up a mountain trail, we stopped at a wayside inn for a ‘pail of buttermilk. Some one started a phonograph and I heard my own recorded voice, singing “One Night of Love” and “Chiribiribin.” It-

seemed’ to'‘me | thataghose: songs ;

belonged ‘to’ some: other woman

whom I once knew vaguely.:» °7/ “’And, standing there, gazing out over the wild ‘beauty of Alpine valleys and peaks, we made an=other vow; each year must give us five full months, in. which: no

‘thought of “career” shall be al-

‘Towed to interfere with the simple pursuit of happiness, five carefree months in which we shall be ‘Mr. and Mrs. Valentin Parera, professionless people quite drunk with the joy of unpretentious liv-

ing. ‘The champagne of life, I think, lies in contrast. Those five months of flight from fame will always preserve for me the glamour of success. ; ! My life has been rich in contrast.. And if I am grateful for my triumphs, I am also grateful for my defeats. I have known many in the years since I so blindly charted my course for operatic stardom. : In triumph or defeat, they have been joyous years. I have lived on emotional hill-tops and life has been exciting. THE END

dence ‘and economy in relief, 'this| yministratic ; :

Beginning Next Week— “GETTING THE : QUINS THROUGH THEIR

_ SECOND SUMMER”

GRIN AND BEAR IT

+ + by Lichy

All day

Matter

Second-Class at Postoffice, Indianapolis, Ind.

Liberal Side

by HARRY ELMER BARNES

(Substituting for Westbrook Pegler)

EW YORK, Aug. 22.—Perhaps the big- _ gest dud in the barrage the Republicans have let loose against President Roosevelt is their attack on his alleged wastefulness and the orgy of public spending carried on under the New Deal. :

The Republican war horses are doing their best te * capitalize on this., Wall Street has squawked vigor= ously and frequently. There is a concerted effort to create a terrifying bogeyman’ out : of the mounting public debt of the Federal government. Bead Nobody need contend that all of the New Deal spending has been wise or shrewd, but it is obvious that neither Republicans nor financial moguls have logic or good taste on their side Th this outcry against = the monetary outgo under the New j Deal. : % In the first place, it is well to 3 remember that the main reason ‘or: our large Federal debt was the Youd oa a debt was only 5 a v ,000 in the ss Barnes |! of 1917, but it had jumped yr br RS 594,000,000 in 1919. Had it not been for the lavish wartime expenditures, Mr. Roosevelt's New Deal budges would have left us with an enviably small public ebt. Neither the Republicans nor Wall Street were staggered over expenditures when we were pouring out biilions to pull the French and British chestnuts out of the fire, to protect the loans of our bankers to the Allies, and to fatten our profiteers. The Republicans were so eager for war that they were willing to see it waged by a Democratic Admin= istration. Henry Cabot Lodge, - Republican leader in the Senate, knocked a man down in his office because he urged the Senator to keep us out of war.

® » »

Wall Street Wanted Battle

WALL STREET was exuberant, even lyrical, over the prospect of war. Most of the big banking houses had been on the side of the Allies since August, 1914. They had made vast loans to Entente powers and the latter had all but exhausted their credit with private bankers. Great Britain had overdrawn her account by nearly half a billion dollars. Fe : The bankers were faced with the sheer necessity of passing the buck to Uncle Sam and the Federal Treasury if they were to save their skins. The thought of big Federal budgets did not worry them then. - % Not only did the big shots in the Republican Party and the financial magnates urge war. They were also successful in inducing the government to pay for the ‘war mainly through the same type of Federal borrow ing which now seems to worry many of these bankers; Two ‘dollars were borrowed through the sale of Liberty Bods for every dollar raised by taxes. ! no ormed person can maintain with a straight face today that we had to fight in 1917. We were in no danger of a German invasion, and our national honor had been assailed by Great Britain fre quently between 1914 and 1917. . 2 8 nn Depression Worse Than War I “March, 1933, we were threatened more gravely siitithan would have been the case Af a German squads Iron had been just outside our major port. If the war “dgainst the depression is lost the present economic, social and political system will Cae And certainly nobody else has quite as much at stake in its perpete uation as the Republicans and the financiers. Indeed, the current situation leaves the Repubs licans and the moguls with as slight a case as the World War. The Republicans and business economics of 1921 to 1929 landed us in the mess. The Republicans had. their chance to get out of the red after 1929 and they muffed the ball madly. Roosevelt spending has been almost the only reason for the remarkable busi ness pickup since 1929. G The rich Republicans, opulent manufacturers and . sleek bankers are the chief beneficiaries of this pickup. And Federal financing through borrowing rather than heavy taxation has both spared them and pro-

vided } the basis for almost unique banking activity and profits.

Merry-Go-Round

A7ASHINGTON, Aug. 22—To the naked eye, * Augusto Rosso of Italy does not impress one as being a very preposessing ambassador. He has an almost mischievous twinkle in his eye, and seems completely incapable of assuming the Washington Monument attitude of the average diplomat. Furthermore, you discover after you know him that he is quite capable, when in the proper atmos phere, of arraying himself in the full head-dress of a Sioux Indian—he being an honorary chieftain—and

ability to get what he goes after, could have picked Augusto Rosso not merely as his ambassador extraor-

on a score of other delicate and important But when you get fo know Rosso, you discover that he takes: his job most seriously; though never