Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 August 1936 — Page 4
HEYWOOD 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.
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 this column is printed (one should always fear the worst) I 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. I 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 musi also figure out how he is going to screen.” But I guess I 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 except 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 the. 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 race 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. ¥ ” ”n ”
Make a Mock of the Fastest
‘CQ 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 control of blood lines among the humans. I always ‘et. on long shots at the track because to some extent these are the horses of somewhat inferior breeding. -+ 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 -80 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. I 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. :
My Day
BY ELEANOR ROOSEVELT
YDE - PARK, N..Y. Friday—I finished “Gone A 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 women 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 twp people in the course of her stormy existence. £{e 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 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 that commodity at a lower price. The individualistic, . younger membgrs of the family circle are not so interested in co-operation. Added to that they love
Mr, Broun
baiting me and having the fun of a heated argument."
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CHAPTER SIX NFORSEEN production difficulties forced me to continue my studio work until the last possible moment
-before leaving for London.
When 1 boarded the train in
Los Angeles 1 was dog-tired and on the verge of nervous
collapse.
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 I 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 stimulating 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 Covent Garden tradition permits applause only after the curtain of each act. The night of my debut. per-
formance found every seat in the house sold.
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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 handclap. 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, by g tremen-
dous effort, I managed to carry
con- 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 stormeds “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, to the 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.
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HE 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 wondered 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. 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 that someday I would star there, it 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. was strange that we had not met’ before, since, during the months I had worked for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer on my first picture, he had been employed in the same studio, starring in Spanish versions of Metro's films. He was then, and + still is, one of the greatest stars of the screen in bP ora i 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 qne whose wife I would be. ” ” ” 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
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honeymoon in Venice—in the ancient Brandolini Palace cverlooking the Grand Canal. It was
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 excuse for controversy. No one, I'm sure, ever sought professional umphs with more ‘determination than I. During the, years of my climb to recognition and success, I set myself apart from other, “average” women and assured myseli that my goal was not to be, and must not be, confused with theirs. ironic to discover that I am, after all, & very “average woman.” Love and marriage mean more to me than the richest rewards “career” can offer. T 2 x 2
RONIC, also was the discovery 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 prevented me from becoming: too absorbed in my career and in myself. It has given me a true perspective on life, ~ Last spring, en route to Europe to fill my Covent Garden engagement, 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 de France and watched New York fade away, he took me in his arms and said: “My dear, three years ago, when we met aboard this same ship, you were already a personage, but only because you had always taken time from your work to be 2 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
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
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Miss Moore and her husband, Valentin Parera.
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. : But at Cannes there were too many people. There, I' was still Grace Moore, the singer, the celebrity, the curiosity. I could not
escape the interest of the crowd.
- One morning, with great pretense of mystery, my husband ordered me into our car.” All day 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. I 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 illustration of a charming Christmas card. I glimpsed the sign, “Majola,” and suddenly remembered. Three years before, on our honeymoon,- 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!
= ” 2 } E scrambled from the car
and I danced in the snow like any 5-year-old while he
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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 ‘“‘Chiribiribingho Its seemed -to. me that those .songs.
belonged to some other woman whom I once knew vaguely. 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-
lowed 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 livin
g. 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 coursé 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
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Beginning Next Week— “GETTING THE QUINS THROUGH THEIR SECOND SUMMER”
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NEW 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. : 2 The Republican war horses are doing their best to capitalize on this. Wall Street has squawked vigors ously and. frequently. There is a concerted effort
to create a terrifying bogeyman out : of the mounting public debt of the : Federal government. - Nobody need contend that all of the New Deal spending has been wise or shrewd, but it is obvious : ‘that neither Republicans nor finan- -§ cial moguls have logic or good taste :’ on their side in this outcry against the monetary outgo under the New j Deal.
In the first place, it is well to § remember that the main reason for our large Federal debt was the World War. The debt was only “about $1,500,000,000 in the spring Dr. Barnes of 1917, but it had jumped to $26.- ; 594,000,000 in 1919. Had it not been for the lavish wartime expenditures, Mr. Roosevelt's New Deal bude gets would have left us with an enviably small publie debt. : Neither the Republicans nor Wall Street were staggered over expenditures when we were pouring " out bilions 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
ALL STREET was exuberant, even lyrical, over : Y 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. : The bankers were faced with the sheer necessity of passing the buck to Uncle Sam and the Federal Treas ury 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 borrows ing which now seems to worry many of these bankers. Two dollars were borrowed through the sale of Liberty Bonds for every dollar raised by taxes. ; And no informed person can maintain with a straight face today that we had to fight in 1917. We
tional honor had been assailed by Great Britain free quently between 1914 and 1917. ;
» ” s Depression Worse Than War : I March, 1933, we were threatened more gravely = than would have been the case if. a German squade ron had been just outside our major port. If the war
against the depression is lost the present economic, social and political system will collapse. 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 Repube 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 busie ness pickup since 1929. 4 The rich Republicans, opulent manufacturers and sleek bankers are the chief beneficiaries of this pick~ up. And Federal financing through borrowing rather than heavy taxation has both spared them and provided the basis for almost unique banking activity and profits. .
Merry-Go-Round
BY DREW PEARSON AND ROBERT S. ALLEN
ASHINGTON, 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 atmosphere, of arraying himself in the full head-dress of a Sioux Indian—he being an honorary chieffain—and executing a war-dance which certainly was not learned in the ballrooms of diplomacy. So that you wonder how Mussolini, a hard-fisted dictator famous for his judgment of men and his ability to get what he goes after, could have picked Augusto Rosso not merely as his ambassador extraors dinary to the United States but also as his agent on a score of other delicate and important missions. But when you get to know Rosso, you discover that he takes his job most seriously; though never himself. : : ; . The days Rosso passed this winter probably were as serious as any in his life—undoubtedly more serious than those experienced by any other ambassador in this country since the scoldings given the Japanese envoy by Secretary Stimson in 1932. . The pressure which Secretary Hull brought upon Italy to prevent war in the Mediterranean still is { unwritten history, but it was considerable. Rosso was called in for some of the stiffest advice that it is possible for the representative of one friendly
many diplomats predicted between Italy and Great Britain, Rosso that there would be no war, and outlined very care- | fully the reasons why. Down to the last detail he ‘proved to be right. ; =n
were in no danger of a German invasion, and our na=