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SATURDAY, DECEMBER 26, 1836

ARTHUR BRISBANE MERICAN journalism had its Thomas Paine, the literary father of the Revolution; its Charles A. Dana and its Horace Greeley, whose phampleteering was largely responsible for the abolition of slavery; its Joseph Pulitzer and E. W, Scripps, those great crusaders for liberalism in our democracy. And American journalism still has its William Randolph Hearst, whose high priest, until now, has been Arthur Brishane. Those men mentioned above, excepting the latter two, strove for, thrived on, and died in the service of social causes, Paine, Dana, Greeley, Pulitzer, Scripps—each, in his time, modeled journalism and molded public thought. iach, in his time, strove selfishly and intelligently for power. Some sought power through riches, others through political preferment. Yet all gained their place in the sun. Paine, Dana, Greeley, Pulitzer, Scripps—all are dead. To varying degrees, the influence of each courses through the journalism of today. Yet it can not be said that the influence on modern journalism of any one predominates today over the pattern and fashion set hy that showmaster of newspaperdom who still lives, William Randolph Hearst. And Hearst's pace-setter and style-maker was Arthur Brisbane. A worshiper of success was Arthur Brisbane. He acquired what he worshiped. Riches and renown were his before he departed for that valhalla where dwell the other giants of journalism. Ile dedicated his genius to the ends and purposes of great business. “Don’t sell America short,” was his counsel through the boom twenties.

“Don’t gamble,” was his admonition through the panic thirties. No newspaper man of his generation but envied Arthur Brisbane his power of simple speech. Few but imitated his appeal to the human interest. And none surpassed him in either capacity. And none, either of his predecessors or contemporaries, ever commanded so large an audience. The street sweeper, the farmer, the little merchant, the big one—all found in his daily column eloquent ex‘pression of their prejudices. Ile did not write for the intellectuals, but for the multitude. It doubtless can be said truthfully that Arthur Brisbane did the thinking for more millions than any other American who ever set pen to paper. The measure of Arthur Brisbane's greatness was in the press run. lle wrote for circulation. Few people living today ever heard of Arthur Brisbane's father, Albert Brisbane, who several decades ago wrote a daily column expressing his own liberal philosophy —and paid advertising rates for the privilege of doing it. Yet all who ever talked with Arthur Brisbane knew of Albert Brisbane. The famous columnist was extremely proud of his father. In his home he displayed a fine portrait of Albert Brisbane, a man who did not write for popularity, for riches, for circulation, or for fame. Arthur Brisbane admired his father. He respected his father. He coveted the memory of his father. But he did not emulate him.

A FREE PRESS ATTACK OR months before the election, editors throughout the country said some pretty hard things about President Roosevelt. Most of them piped down after Nov. 3. But P. Milton Smith, elderly editor of a weekly paper at Mountain View, Cal., held his previous views and came out with a post-election editorial calling the President a “mountebank,” a “hypocrite” and a “false alarm.” Certain Democrats of Santa Clara County, headed by Horace E. Beales of Mountain View, president of the Patriotic League, promptly had Editor Smith arrested on a charge of criminal libel. To the credit of Democratic leaders elsewhere in California, they tried to get this silly charge dismissed.

he intended to bring Editor Smith to trial next month, with the Democratic county chairman as special prosecutor,

The Republicans can hardly be blamed for making the | wh | at the time of the original case.

most of the opportunity.

We don't for a minute agree with what Editor Smith |

said about the President—but he had a right to say it. | | arrest he had no valid information on which to hold

We consider him guilty of bad taste—but it is not criminal to call a public official, even a popular President, a “mountebank,” or a “hypocrite.” The President himself, and other national leaders of the party which professes devotion to the principles of Thomas Jefferson, might well repudiate this attempt by a few misguided California Democrats to deny one of the most important of those principles, the right to free speech and a free press.

MRS. ALBERT EINSTEIN ‘

HE world lost a valuable citizen when Mrs. Albert Einstein died at Princeton, N. J. Her husband won great fame, while she strove always to remain inconspicuous. And yet it is entirely possible that, without her, his achievements in the realm of abstract thought would have been far less significant. ; To be the wife of a man whose mind is more at home in the fourth dimension and the far reaches of curved space than on the earthly plane where most of us live could not have been easy. For a quarter century she kept order in

his routine life so that he might have order in his thinking. |

She protected him from intrusions, once saved him from a demented assassin’s attack, curbed her own generosity to prevent him from giving all his money away. Three years ago she followed him into voluntary exile from his German fatherland. Dim though our comprehension of Prof. Einstein's theories may be, it is easy for simple human hearts to un- ~ derstand the magnitude of the logs he has

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The Liberal View

By Harry Elmer Barnes

Emerson Jennings Prosecution In Pennsylvania Smacks Strongly Of Another Tom Mooney Case.

NEW YORK, Dec. 26.—Tom Mooney is still in prison after the complete obliteration of all the evidence against him. Easterners should not overlook the fact that there is a new Mooney case in the

making in Wilkes-Barre, Pa. I refer to the conviction of Emerson Jennings on the charge of having dynamited the automobile of a judge during a Pennsylvania coal strike. Mr. Jennings is a printer in Wilkes-Barre and has been a “stormy petrel” in the locality, having relentlessly fought the local water company and coal corporations, as well as what he believed to be corruption in the local political system and local courts. In the anthracite miners’ strike of 1935, Jennings associated himself with a group of miners who demanded the impeachment of Judge Valentine on the ground that he had issued a sweepingly illegal injunction against the miners. This petition was signed by several thousand persons. During the strike the judge's automobile, which had been left on a corner by his daughter, was damaged by the explosion of a stick of dynamite. ” ” os . EVERAL months later Jennings was arrested, charged with having dynamited the car. The man who appears to have been most active in gathering the alleged evidence against Jennings was one Thomas McHale, a detective who had got into touch with Judge Valentine. McHale traveled under at least two aliases—Thomas Lynott and J. J. Sullivan. He was aided by Leo Grohowski, county detective. The leading witnesses against Jennings at the time of his arrest were Charles Harris, Gerald Willlams and Jack Isler. Harris admitted that his evidence had been prepared under the direction of McHale and Grohowski. Williams was an old friend of McHale. Isler testified that he drove Jennings and Harris about in New York on March 4, 1935. But Jennings was able to show that on that day be was in Judge Valentine's courtroom in Wilkes-Barre. Isler later admitted that McHale, under the name of Lynott, offered him $1000 to come to Wilkes-Barre and tesHe made one trip to Wilkes Barre and then refused to go further after he learned the true nature of the case. ” ” ” HE district attorney of Luzerne County, Leon

Schwartz, looked into the case, and after examin-

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warrant holding Jennings. So he moved a nolle prosequi in the case against Jennings, But the judges

| of Luzerne County demanded the appointment of a

special prosecutor and the attorney general appointed Tom Lewis, who had been district attorney

After repeated delays Jennings was finally brought to trial. Arthur Garfield Hays represented Jennings. Williams was not called by the prosecution. Grohowski admitted on the stand that at the time of the

Jennings. In spite of all this, so bitter was the local feeling against Jennings that he was convicted, mainly on the testimony of McHale. Jennings has been released on $30,000 bail pending the argument for a new trial hefore Judge Shull. This motion will probably be argued in a month or so.

The Hoosier Forum

I wholly disagree with what you say, but will defend to the death your right to say it—Voltaire.

SUGGESTIONS FOR 1940 REPUBLICAN PLATFORM By L. L. Patton, Crawfordsville

In reply to an article which I contributed to the Hoosier Forum a short time ago, I received a letter from a man who accused me of trying to run Abraham Lincoln on the G. O. P.’s 1940 ticket. It seems that Wesley T. Wilson would go back even farther than this. He would like to run Alexander Hamilton on the G. O. P. ticket in 1940. My advice to the Republican National Committee and to Mr. Wilson, is to make the Republican platform of 1040 appealing to the living Americans. They should have found this out. in the last election.

” n » TIMES EDITORIAL RECALLS SWIFT'S ESSAY By Lowell Rees, Rushville The reading of The Times’ editorial “Medicine, Law and Crime” recalled to me Swift's essay, “A

Meditation Upon a Broomstick.” Particularly one sentence: “But a broomstick, perhaps you will say, is an emblem of a tree standing on its head, and pray, what is a man but a topsy-turvey creature, his animal faculties perpetually mounted on his rational, his head where his heels should be—grovelling the earth, and yet, with all his faults, he sets up to be a universal reformer and corrector of abuses, a remover of grievances; rakes into every corner of nature, bringing hidden corruptions to the light, and raises a' mighty dust where there was none before, sharing deeply all fhe while in the very same poilutions he pretends to sweep away.” Swift used strong words, because he lived during a trying period of history. He wrote the above sentence about two generations after a vital change took place in civilization. Before 1670, civilization had a depression every time there was a crop failure. The monetary system at that time made it possible to build up huge surpluses of agricultural products. After 1670 man experimented with a more than one-to-one ratio of credit to money. That is what aroused Swift's ire. The change put brains in a position to command the price. Before this alteration, muscle and endurance ruled over the man who rendered service. Swift's last clause does not mean that they received bribes outright. He meant that the little gods had a stake in the difference or an investment in the new social order. The freedom which they believed themselves to enjoy, like the leisure they did enjoy, depended upon the economic sequrity which the new order promised them. Thus, they were always affirming the system that sustained their security. Now that the era of “stock-and-bond” capitalism, as Robert Liefmann calls it, has produced its results, man tries to make amends without disturbing the cause. Emmanuel Kant says, “We choose before birth the kind of life we would

General Hugh Johnson Says —

Lewis Is Key to Auto Strikes Which May Retard Advancing Business; He Wants One Thing—To Make Collective Bargaining a Fact.

ASHINGTON, Dec. 26.—Labor troubles could

it is by no means necessary to pull a strike in the whole automobile industry to do it. In spite of increasing concentration in self-contained automobile plants, the motor industry is largely an “assembly” operation, i. e, it buys parts made by smaller manufacturers and puts them together to make its shining chariots. It takes months to design, engineer, and test a new car, more time to prepare specifications and contracts for its hundreds of parts, and still more

and for them to “tool” up their own plants and those parts into production. If flow of a very few vital parts, you tomobile assembly lines almost as effectively as if you

(Times readers are invited to express their views in these columns, religious controversies excluded. Make your leiter short, so all can have a chance. Letters must be signed, but names will be withheld on request.)

live after and are bound till death by this choice.” Man's choices after birth are influenced by his parents choices and environment before birth, As long as man looks within the individual who has erred, crime will not abate. The man who condemns is as much to blame as the one who is the product of converged lines or rays of forces; social, economic and intellectual.

” ” ” MACHINE MUST BE SERVANT, NOT MASTER By J. E. W,, Union City The world is bedeviled with prosperities and depressions at regular and correlated intervals. This condition dates back to the latter half of the eighteenth century. There was justification for the

earlier panics and catastrophies. Drought, flood, fire and earthquake were the underlying imperatives that brought about panics and hardships. When these subsided, conditions were relieved, and prosperity ushered forth. But now there has blossomed forth, unknown to the masses, two economic and social imperatives— finance and mass-productive machinery. In addition, we all agree that finance and mass-productive machinery have failed in providing maximum and continuous capital and capacity output. They have been, and are extremely antagonistic. The causes and results are manifold and complicated. We have planned a mathematical mass-production built on physical laws; we have financial darkness made of greed, fear and enmity, which functions gloriously—for a few. It is obvious that man must and will provide a just distributive system. Social sciences must be

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telligence, just as the physical

WHITE CROSSES

BY JOSEPHINE D. MOTLEY

White crosses on a city street Where motors whir, and tramping feet Hurry onward early and late, What awful history marks your fate?

A gruesome death for every cross, Anguished home folks mourning their loss. Must tattooed signs of such despair Fill our streets e'er we drive with care?

DAILY THOUGHT Nevertheless God, that comforteth those that are cast down, comforted us by the coming of Titus. —II Corinthians 7:6.

Most of our comforts grow up between our crosses.—Young.

sciences were brought by Galileo and Newton years ago. I have faith that the common people will alleviate and change business and social laws in conformity with the physical laws of technological machinery, The machine must be our servant —not our master. The machine is our liberator. Liberate finance, oh world! ” 8 ” FRANKFORT MAN TIRED OF ‘SIMPSON CASE’ By Harold F. Hutchinson, Frankfort Speaking in plain United States English I would change *“ God save the King” to “God save us from the King.” During the period covered by the “Simpson case” I was led to believe that the United States was swallowed up’ in a London fog, or by the waters of the Nile. In fact, every time I listened to the radio or scanned a newspaper there was an overdose of British broadcasts and press dispatches covering the plays and misplays of a crowned head and, his lady fair. I have a lot of genuine respect for the erstwhile King, but knowing that I do not have to spend the balance of my life with the companion he has chosen I beseech the scribes and headline hunters to confine news of the ex-King and Mrs. Simpson to a couple of lines on the back page and give Americans something to read about— Franklin Roosevelt, Joe Louis, Henry Ford, train wrecks, riots and anything that smacks of the U. Ss

” ” ” WORKERS WANT SHARE IN PAY RAISES By Workers . « . We see other firms giving pay raises and bonuses, but so far, we have received none. We want our niggardly wage of 322 cents an hour increased. Instead, we are plagued by efficiency experts who cry for more speed. Ye gods, will they never cease? . . . We are human and we like fine

things, too. We would like a more just share in the profit of labor, not a few crumbs. When purchasing power is cut, business suflers. When workers have no money to spend, who will buy the products? It is time that more thought be given to the economic felfare of hwumanity as a whole, instead of large profits for a few. Remember the

story of the man who killed the

goose that laid the golden egg? ” ” = WRITER SAYS AMERICAN WOMAN WORTH KINGDOM

By Frank McRhee, Crawfordsville Former King Edward was quite right in choosing the woman rather than the throne. Any American woman is well worth a kingdom. Love will endure when the memory of kingdoms has been erased from

the mind of Europe.

It Seems to Me

By Heywood Broun

Our Calm Acceptance of War's Inevitability Is the Delusion of Madmen, Mr. Broun Declares.

NEW YORK, Dec. 26.—When Henry Ford sailed on his Peace Ship to Europe the wise men shook their heads and thought him a little crazy. He didn’t get the boys out of the trenches by Christmas, and yet I think it probably was the most admirable enterprise of Mr. Ford's career. I can’t help thinking that the so-called realists of our age are the insane men. Naturally I have war in mind. In my time I've listened to dozens of programs for world peace, and some of them were ute terly preposterous, and yet there was not one out of all the lot as mad as the calm acceptance of conflict. I speak not only of those men and forces which palpably make for carnage but also of the sages and experts who shake their heads and say, “Of course, war is ineve itable.” Who says so? Who has given any man the authority to sit like another neutral Pilate and wash his hands upon the eve of tragedy? I know that death rains from the skies in Spain. I know that one cause is that of democracy and that the other side fight for fascism. But it is not beyond the power of mankind to cease firing and bind up wounds. That we have been mad is no proof that we must remain forever in a state of frenzy. The world which has shown a disposition to go insane overnight can be cured almost as miraculously. And the recovery of sanity concerns us all. People say, “But what can I do?” Well, of course, they can organize for peace. In time of war there was hardly a single person in the entire nation who was not full of suggestions and ideas about how the war could be won.

Mr. Broun

” n n OSSIBLY the day of peace will come through the calm and sane calculations of some small group wise in the science of human behavior, but I am not sure that we will end war until the passion for peace grips us as hard as the war fever. Disease can some times be cured by giving the patient some milder malady which will serve to cleanse him. I am not sure that the balance of tranquillity is to be obtained without some epidemic delirium, widespread and burning for the sake of peace. Things for which a multitude strives calmly and only through the reason are slow in coming. A spark and a blaze are needed. Although I was never associated with any evangelical church, I'm close enough to the tradition of my country to understand the power which lies in a revival meeting. It has been said that some of these days the Lord is going to set this world on fire, = ” ” E are moved annually by the Christmas story, and I don't care whether you take it as gospel truth or as an enduring myth. Both legends and religious beliefs have a foundation in the experience of mankind. The story of the shining heavens and the voices which cried, “Peace on earth, good will toward men,” has endured for almost 2000 years. If still moves us, but not enough.

Raise up your heads. Raise up your voices. Give back to the heavens the cry of, “Peace on earth, good will toward men.”

The Washington Merry-Go-Round

Brass Ring Handed to Young Man Who Makes His Living by Climbing Into Cage Full of Lions and Tigers Twice a Day—His Name Is Clyde Beatty,

BY DREW PEARSON

can slow up a hundred thousand factory wheels and the employment of millions of workers. That is doubly serious just now when possible suspensions in railroad buying, awaiting the effect of new rate reductions, may stop another great consumer which was swinging into action. John Lewis holds the key to this. What does he want? Some people think he wants to be an in-

OME, Dec. 26.—There was a mild-mannered, not very prepossessing young man on the ship that carried the peregrinating Merry-Go-Rounder here. There was nothing political about him, but circus clowns or cabaret queens have a way of out-fascinat-ing politicians. The Merry-Go-Round can't resist handing the Brass Ring to a young man who earns his living by climbing into a cage full of wild animals twice a day. He is Clyde Beatty, and no one would ever guess from the unobtrusive way he lounged around the deck and seemed glad to keep out of people's way, that he is the greatest wild animal trainer in America. ; Mr. Beatty was going to Munich with the idea of buying a couple of “hybrids.” A hybrid, he had to explain, ‘: a cross between a lion and a tiger. He thinks they are not half as exciting as they're cracked up to be, and can't be trained to do tricks because they inherit the worst traits of both parents. But if the Munich zoo doesn’t ask too much, he may bring them home anyway.

HE is uiso severely tempted to go on to Singapore, where a tea planter has just caught a black

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Mr. Beatty is about 32 years old, not very tall, definitely on the slender side, weighs about 130

pounds, and looks as if a lion cub eould knock him over. His voice is low and pleasant, with none of the harshness you might expect from one who wrings obedience from a cage full of jungle cats. His eyes— well, there seemed to be nothing unusual about them, but just to make sure he was asked whether it was true that a trainer's eye had a mysterious gleam which subdued wild animals. “There's nothing to that,” Mr. Beatty replied, “put the audience likes to think so, so we sometimes stage it for them.” os » 2 HE only thing the trainer really relies upon, Mr. Beatty confessed, is a plain kitchen chair, held with the four legs pointed toward the animal. The whip doesn’t mean a thing, is just for show purposes. The revolver is in the same category, though the noise does scare them, But the four legs of a chair, when jabbed at a lion by an expert trainer, can keep him

pretty well at bay. “Animals are like human beings,” Beatty ex-

plained, “chiefly bluff. You have to outbluft