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. From Indiana —Ernie Pyle | = THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1937

- —Nome's Galloping Fire Department Retired in Favor of Modern Truck; ~ Town Rebuilt After Blaze of 1936.

OME, Sept. 16.—Among the many dis- __ tinctions which I possess (not one of which amounts to two whoops) is that of riding on Nome’s horse-drawn fire engine on the last; trip it made. It wasn’t one of those fixed-up affairs, either, A couple of other fellows and I were out walking in the east end of Nome, and we saw a bunch of Eskimos fighting a grass fire among the huts there.

Somebody said “Let’s send for the fire engine,” but somebody else said “Naw, they've got it about out now.” But then we happened to look back toward town, and down the road we could see coming, in a great cloud of white dust, Nome’s galloping fire department. Someone already had turned in the alarm. It was another five minutes before the engine got there, and by that time the fire was out. The driver turned his two panting horses around, sat and looked awhile, and then started back to town. : “How about us hooking a ride with you?” one of these fellows yelled to him. “Sure, climb on,” the driver said. So we all piled aboard, me of course neatly grabbing off a seat up with the driver. And thus we trotted proudly back through Nome, and down the main street, and into the firehouse, while everybody looked and admired.

Shiny, Red Fire Wagon

The steamer Victoria arrived from Seattle the

Mr. Pyle

next morning on its monthly summer trip. It brought |

a new fire engine—a modern, bright red, gas-en--gined fire truck. I saw it on the pier, after they had unloaded it. I went back past the firehouse and asked if there had been any runs during the night. There hadn't .been. So my ride was really a historic one. Nome burned down last fall, you may remember.

And it really burned down, too. Burned practically all the business district, and a good part of the residential. Everything here is wood, or was before the

fire, and it just went like a flash.

They started building right up again, and today a stranger coming into town wouldn’t know there had been a fire if they didn’t tell him.

I don’t know whether it was all the new buildings, or my own dulled senses, or what, but I could -feel none of the glamour and great wild past of Nome.

Nome is a good town, and the people are fine, and I like it here. But I couldn’t-see any ghosts sneaking around behind old saloons and the gold dredges still yorking not far out of town were just steam shovels 0 me.

Nome Is Proud City

Nome is a proud little city. Once it was a riproaring Eldorado of many thousands. Today it is a town of about 1500, with one of the widest main streets I ever saw and everything is quite clean, and the citizens have a great!civic pride.

I spent some time with a couple of genuine Nomeites, if that’s what you call them. Mrs. George Maynard, wife of the editor of the Nome Nugget, and her daughter, Mildred, drove me all around own.

Mrs. MayRard has lived in Nome for 35 years. But I'd defy anybody to guess that she wasn't the wife of the editor inj Kokomo.

Mildred was born and reared in Nome. ' you couldn't tell from her looks, her dress, her speech or her manner of thinking that she wasn't a popular coed at Northwestern University.

Yet

: | My Diary By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt

Enjoys Charm of Sky and Ocean View From Hotel*in Atlantic City.

EW YORK, Wednesday—Here we are back in New York City after a very pleasant trip. I have never before spent a night in Atlantic City and have always wondered why people seemed to enjoy a boardwalk and a series of hotels, which from my point of view held very few charms. But when I entered my sitting room yesterday afternoon at thz Hotel Chelsea, and looked out of my windows at the blue sky and the sun sparkling on the waves as they rolled on the beach, I fell a victim to its charm at once. The owner of the hotel also owns the George V. in Paris. When he greeted me, he told me he had

now entertained all of my family, for my mother-in-law had always stayed in his hotel when in Paris. It is very near her sister’s apartment and when she was ill’ over there a few years ago and my husband went

over to see her, he and Elliott stayed there also. The -

room yesterday reminded me a little of France, for there were attractive little pieces of china around the room which quite evidently came from there. I walked along the boardwalk to the auditorium where an exhibition was being held during the convention of the American Hospital Association. It was a very interesting exhibit and, as usual, the occupational therapy booths were particularly interesting to me. In New York, at Radio City, some of this work may be seen.

Impressed by Work Displayed

I was much impressed by two vases done by a onearmed girl and various other things created by handicapped people. The United Hospitals Association ot New York City also had a booth where they ran one of their films which they are showing in different places throughout New York City. It seemed to me a very good way of bringing to people a realization of what the work done in hospitals means to a community. : New Jersey had some very interesting maps showing their different state institutions and the cooperation between the state institutions and the private institutions. When we came out into the sunlight again, Miss ‘ Harriet Robeson, who was my guide, and I decided to try a wheel chair. It is a nice calm method of locomotion and really very relaxing. ? The dinner in the evening in honor of Mrs. Eleanor Clark Slagle was a very touching tribute. She has given 17 years of volunteer service to the Occupational Therapy Association. She is the head of the occupational therapy work in the NeweYork State hospitals, and so her old friend, Dr. Adolph Meyer, and her present chief, Dr. Frederick W. Parsons, came to pay her honor. I was very glad to have an oppor‘tunity to be there also. I have observed her work on many occasions and realize what it has meant to many unfortunates. Mrs. Scheider and I left Atlantic City rearly this morning and are busy on a number of errands today.

Walter O Keete— VERYTHING looks Black at the White House— except, of course, the robe that Hugo used to wear. The way people are hounding his honor it seems. as if Justice Black will be 70 by the time he sits on the pench—or at least he'll feel that old. Of course, we all know that the Government has sponsored a lot of agencies with alphabetical names like the stand for the KKK. Americans often feel that justice may be blind, but even at that it shouldn’t wear a hood over its head. Right now Mr. Black is over in Europe and perhaps he should stay there. America -d _brown shirts, black shirts, or whi

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But Senator Long’s Political Heirs Kiss-and-Make-Up With New Deal

(First of Two Articles)

By NEA Service

EW ORLEANS, La., Sept. 16—It is just two years since a Baton Rouge eye specialist stepped into a corridor of the Stat& Capitol Building and put a pistol bullet into the body of Senator Huey Long. That pistol shot that ended the career of Louisiana’s dictator has had some momentous and surprising conse-

quences.

For one thing, it started a flood of more than $100,000,000 in Federal money flowing into the state. For another, it enabled a lot of uneasy heads to sleep

well of nights once more.

For still another, it removed from the scene the builder and operator of the most Hitleresque political machine ever devised in America—and left the machine running more smoothly, ruthlessly and efficiently than ever before.

- In the two years since he has died, Huey Long’s political heirs have tightened up on his practices and forgotten his principles. Louisiana no longer hears or reads the daily speeches and proclamations in which the late “Kingfish” used to proclaim his love for the common people.

But every day Louisiana sees the activities of a political machine that, in the words of the

- man in the street, “makes Huey

look like a piker.” To see how this happened, it is necessary to go back to the eve of Senator Long’s assassination.

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N the late summer of 1935, Huey Long was the Number 1 thorn in the side of President Franklin D. Roosevelt. He was the irrepressible gadfly self-ap-pointed to make life uncomfortable for the President. In public speeches he called President Roosevelt “a liar and a faker,” and publicly dared the President to take up the charge, saying “If he does I'll prove it on him.” At a time when the Federal

Government was pouring -out billions of dollars to the states for relief and reconstruction, Huey put through the Louisiana Legislature laws making it ‘a crime for State: or local officials to accept Federal moneys. In a public speech he declared that “President Roosevelt can go elsewhere with his patronage”—this after Postmaster General James A. Farley had handed Federal patronage .in Louisiana to Huey’s political foes. From Washington came re-

prisals. Agents of the U. S. Treas-

ury Department, according to sworn testimony before a Senate committee, spent more than two years investigating the incomes of Senator Long and the members of his inner council in Louisiana.

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OME 15 of his closest personal and political intimates were indicted by a Federal grand jury on charges of income tax frauds and evasions totaling hundreds of thousands of dollars. One of them —State Representative Joseph Fisher of Jefferson Parish—was found guilty and sentenced to 18 months in a Federal prison. And then, just two years ago, Dr. Carl Austin Weiss fired the shot that ended Senator Long's life. Dr. Weiss, if you have forgotten, was instantly killed by the

Labor's Civil War ls an Old |

Act With New Actors

By Max Stern Times Special Writer ASHINGTON, . Sept. 16— Labor’s civil war now being fought between the A. F. of L. and C. I. O. recalls a parallel struggle that covered a lurid decade 50 years ago, from which Samuel Gompers emerged triumphant over the dying Knights of Labor. At that time trade unionism, as represented by the newborn American Federation of Labor, fought and destroyed the Noble Order of the Knights of Labor, a political-fra-ternal - industrial - co-operative organization: that dominated the American labor scene between 1877 and 1887. Today the issue is industrial vs. trade unionism, with another strong personality, Jonn L. Lewis, threatening to seize the Gompers trade union movement in behalf of his new legions of mass production workers. s ” ” T= Knights were born of the power-driven machines developed in the Civil War and boomed by the panics of 1857 and 1873. ‘The existing craft unions were being broken up by employers’ spy systems, black lists and “iron clads,” the “yellow dog contract” of that day. $ In 1869, Uriah S. Stephens, a Philadelphia tailor, Mason and expreacher, got a group together and formed the Knights, a secret order with a brotherhood-of-man ritual, to bring all workers into a national union. He was astounded at the order’s growth as the new factory workers flocked to his banner. They beat the great Jay Gould in a railroad and telegraphers’ strike. With the Western “Farmers’ Alliance” and Southern “Farmers’ Wheel” they made up the shock

troops of Populism, and gave Bryan his first platform on the rear of their wagons. 702,000 dues-paying members.

At one time they had

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Y 1879 Stephens had become alarmed over his movement's growth and power, and faded out of sight. Succeeding him was Terence V. Powderly, machinist and ex-mayor of Scranton, Pa. He was a great orator and pamphleteer and wore huge bicycle-handle mustachios. As Grand Master Workman he ruled the Knights through their greatest era. :

In the meantime the crafts, had been growing, too, and were extending their unions among the skilled artisans, many of them immigrants from England, Germany and other European countries. They resented the Knights’ grandiose ideas of national unionism, their political ambitions, their doctrinaire talk. Emerging were squat, powerful Samuel Gompers,,K a Dutch-English cigar-maker, Socialist Adolph Strasser and other craft leaders.

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N behalf of strong cigar, steel, garment, printing and other highly organized crafts they protested the K. of Ls cutting in on

their fields, and making lower wage id

contracts. As today there were jurisdictional rows and strikes. The Haymarket riots and loss of a railroad strike had weakened the K. of L

Finally in 1881, at Pittsburgh the practical men of the skilled crafts met under Gompers’ leadership and formed the Federated Trades and Labor Unions of U. S. and Canada, which 1n 1886 became the A. F. of L. Now, 51 years later, history is Siaging much the same act with new actors.

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Symbol of the greatest kiss-and-make-up party in American political history is this photo, taken It shows Postmaster General James A. Farley—whom Huey Long repeatedly denounced on

last spring.

bullets of Senator Long’s bodyguards, who had come up just ‘too late to save their boss. Immediately after the Senator died, things began to happen. Senator Long’s political heirs, scrambling over one another on his vacant throne, began negotiating with the national Administration in Washington. Richard Webster Leche, once Long's puppet and now himself Governor of Louisiana, went to New York to confer with Postmaster General Farley. Further conferences followed between other members of the Long machine and representatives of the Roosevelt Auministration. Not long after that, U. 8. District Attorney Rene A. Viosca quietly stepped into the court of

U. S. Judge Wayne G. Borah in °

New Orleans and moved that all of those income tax indictments against the Huey Long crowd be quashed. ” ” ”

FE Louisiana went up a howl . to high heaven. The Federal grand jury that had voted the indictments issued a public statement pointing out that District Attorney Viosca had sat with them when they ‘heard the evidence on which the indictments were based, and had advised them

legally that the evidence justified indictments. Yet this protest, addressed to Attorney General Ho-

. mer S. Cummings, drew from that

official only the comment that

“this is only synthetic excitement.” .

When Postmaster General Farley: was questioned by reporters about “the deal,” he merely laughed. Governor Leche said, “They must be hard up for an issue.” And there never were any other official comments from anyone—even though it was reported from Washington that the tax fraud probers of the Treasury Department were “in strong ‘out amicable disagreement’ with the Attorney General's department over the quashing of the indictments. . A little later, the Democrats held their second national convention in Philadelphia and renominated President Roosevelt for a second term. Prominent among those who paraded through the | convention . hall. cheering and carrying; banners - announcing “President Roosevelt Is Good Enough For ‘Me’ were some of the leading members of Senator Long's inner circle who had just been relieved of their income tax fraud indictments. The lesson was lost on no one in Louisiana.

the floor of the U. S. Senate and elsewhere—and Governor Leche of Louisiana at the Louisiana State University commencement exercises, bein: adorned with gardenias by Coeds Faye and Raye Pierce.

HE State Legislature, now under the control of the political machine Long had built up, immediately went to work repealing the laws that had barred Louisiana from getting a share of Federal funds. Into Louisiana began to pour a golden stream. More than $100,000,000 of it has come into the state since that day. It was perhaps the greatest kiss-and-make-up party in American political history. An interesting sample is provided by the Louisiana State University at Baton Rouge—the university which was once famous as “Huey Long’s pet.” The university received Federal funds until today it boasts a plant valued somewhere beiween $15,600,000 and $20,000,000, and an enrollment swollen from 200 to more than 7000 students. The WPA rushed to completion a magnificent new football stadium, and the same Administrator Harry Hopkins, whom Long had bitterly denounced, was guest of honor at the university's big game of the year. : And at the 1937 commencement exercises, the guest of honor was Postmaster General James A. Far-

ley—whom Long had denounced

on the floor of the United States Senate.

NEXT—Who’s who in the new-

Long machine.

Gunsmith Has Worked on All Kinds, But Gold-Plated Weapon |s His Pet

By Jerry Sheridan OHNNY GOODBOURNE probably has worked on every kind of a gun that ever was pointed at a rabbit, but he still remembers the one with the gold-plated works.

“It was gold plated right down

inside where you couldn’t see it, a Wesley Richards. One of the finest

I've ever seen,” he said. — Mr. Goodbourne is a gunsmith, a member of a fastd i s a p pearing craft, with a little shop at 530 Massachusetts Ave. More people are interested in hunting now than ever before, the gunsmith said. He credits the increase to the State Conservation Department’s work and skeet shooting. Johnny reMr. Goodbourne mgqyes his round

shell-rimmed spectacles and drops

his “h’s” when he talks about the |

fine guns he had handled. And he doesn’t think much of Americanmade guns. “Oh, I guess they make some good guns, but I'll take. an .English or German made gun. English gun are the finest,” he said. :

He can always tell py his business |

when it’s time for the fall hunting season. His racks fill up and customers start hurrying him with their repair orders. : The pleasant voiced little Eng lishman is emphatic about refusing to let anyone shoot his personal guns. ; “They have to buy my guns before they can shoot them,” he said, and inflicated that ‘his two pet guns probably buy. : : He . showed a double-bafreled shotgun with a fancy walnut stock

_he carved more than 35 years ago. It

Runs in Family ONTREAL, Canada, Sept. 16.

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11 cates of apprendicitis in one family is reported by Dr. G. G. Leckie of Lucky Lake, Sask. to the Canadian Medical Association here. In this family the mother, father, father’s father, six of eight daughters and two of the three sons all

had appendicits. Another of the daughters

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was handled for about a minute. He wiped the fingerprints off, smoothed his hand over the stock and returned it to a soft case inside a heavy leather container.

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E knew Harry Pope, the famous American rifle-barrel maker, but doubts if Mr. Pope ever shot & shotgun. And Mr. Goodbourne doesn’t quite understand people who don’t shoot shotguns, Most gun trouble comes through

careless handling, he said. Even a |.

spiderweb in the barrel of a fine gun will cause it to bulge when discharged, he said. “Accidents? There are very few gunshot wounds resulting from accidents. Most of them are just carelessness. I've never had any accidents with guns in all the years I have handled them,” he said.

The least expensive gun Johnny will recommend for a beginner costs about $79. Wood for the stock of a fine gun costs between $20 and $25 before being carved, he said. The stock on his prized piece would

cost $50 in the rough : block, and

would be fitted by hand.

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E almost sneers at “machineThey shoot; all right, but after you talk to

made-pieee-work guns.”

Johnny, you wonder how anyone can hit the side of a barn af 10 yards with one. He shoots small guns in the regular workshop, where he has a backstop rigged up, but the heavy-bore weapons he takes to the cellar. “The beauty shop next door doesn’t seem to mind,” he said. “At least they never complain when I'm testing the sights on & gun.” He just traded a customer out of a fine English handmade gun more than 85 years old. It's a muzzle loader. : . “I'll fix it up and get a few quail this season,” he promised. : “It wouldn't be a gun for me unless it’s pretty as well as well made,” he said. He was remembering that Wesley Richards with the goldplated works, “fine as a watch, even inside where you couldn’t see it.”

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Most cities prohibit double parking—and for

4.4 ’ National Safety Council. good reason. In the

first place the practice slows down and “gums up” the traffic flow.” In the second place it is dangerous, as accident statistics prove. Traffic engineers condemn the practice and recommend single parallel parking within six inches of the curb. In some communities with unusually

Our Town

By Anton Scherrer

If Nothing Else, Style Magazine For Women Does Inspire in Mind Of Man Big Difference of Opinion.

VERY once in a while a sentence in a woman’s magazine gets hold of me and I stew over it for days, to the exclusion of matters that really ought to have my attention. ; Take, for example, the last number of Vogue. Right on the first page of reading matter (which happens to be page 75) I ran across this: “Anything that suggests allure—a Spanish lady

painted by Velasquez, Madame Recamier on a chaise lounge, Mistinguett shining in sequins, Dietrich in black stockings—the allure of the past, present or future hides behind the Collections, . inspiring clothes that men want to buy for women. There are clinging dresses for the realists, _bouffant for the idealistic, soft insinuating furs for the sybarite, paillettes for the glittery-minded.” It was the last sentence that stopped me dead, although I don’t mind saying that.the part about men wanting to buy - dresses for women had me going, too. Anyway, who is this wonder on Vogue who knows enough about women to classify them? Indeed, who is : this person who knows enough about men to say they want to buy the dresses their women wear? Whoever he is, he doesn’t know anything about the men in Indianapolis. Or the women either, for that matter.

Women Won't Stay Codified

The fallacy of Vogue's viewpoint is, of course, in supposing that women will stay put after you have them codified. Well, that’s exactly what they woh't do. Not in Indianapolis, anyway. I know whereof I speak because I once went to the trouble of classifying the whole Portfolio crowd. I had all the realists allocated, for instance. The idealists and sybarites, too, and it was every bit as good a job as Vogue's even if I do say so myself. I was spared the trouble of fooling with the glittery-minded, because, believe it or not, Portfolio hasn’t that type. I'm speaking now of the women, of course. Even if it did, nobody in his right senses would ever think of dressing a glittery-minded Portfolian in paillettes, no matter what Vogue may say. : da Well, as I was saying, I had the women of Port- - folio pigeon-holed. Fact is, I went as far as Vogue did, and poured Anna Ray Burns, realist that she is, into a clinging dress (figuratively speaking, of course), It didn’t work at all, because the next time I saw her I discovered that she looked just as well in a bouffant, which if I read Vogue right is what an idealist ought to wear. Still Figuratively Speaking It was the same, too, with Blanche Stillson. I started her out (still figuratively speaking) in a bouffant, only to learn that she looked just as well in a ‘clinging dress, the kind the realists ought to wear, It turned out, too, that the sybarites were just as magnificent without their furs as with them. So what? : As for men wanting to buy the dresses their women wear, that’s on a par with saying that husbands want to manage their wives. Maybe they ought to, but only a bachelor would make ‘a point of it. Come to think of it, I wonder how many bachelors Vogue ras on its staff? What's more, I wonder why the married peo= ple (if any) writing for Vogue always go out of their way to suppress the facts of life?

" Mr. Scherrer

A Woman's View By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

Pouting Wife .. . The Most Obnoxious And Exasperating of All Mortals.

T'S a curious thing that we all take a slam at the A nagging wife, while very little criticism is raised against the pouter, the most exasperating and ob- |- noxious of mortals. You can have it out with the contentious womean. While she’s letting off steam you can do likewise, but the pouter, exuding gloom from every pore, just pouts. How many times have ‘you heard . some bewildered husband ask, “What's the matter?” “Oh, nothing.” That word “nothing”—how expressive it is, how weighted with injured innocence, and how it indicts every member of the family, . and sets a martyr’s crown upon the maternal permanent! <i " A pall settles over the household. Mama is hurt about something. Nobody knows exactly what it is but everybody suspects papa. Papa, in fact, strongly suspects himself, and as time goes on and the ' silence grows more relentless, while delicate feminine sensibilities suffer right before his -eyes— suffer nobly, too and without complaint—he begins to feel more and more like a criminal. The expert pouter can put it all over the nagger when it comes to breeding discomfort in the home. There is no turmoil where she is, but there's enough suppressed emotion to make a: good-sized cyclone in all seasons. While we do not wish to go on record .as ene couraging nagging, we like our women with enough spunk to answer back in their own defense and with the courage to air their opinions when they feel like it. What's more, we think the men like them also. . :

Public Library Presents— “Se far as the amenities of life are concerned, most children are savages, most young people are barbarians, most- mature people civilized,” says Ines

Haynes Irwin in GOOD MANNERS FOR GIRLS " (Appleton). This slight volume is written, with an

|. apology from the author, for the barbaric “teen-ers,”

whose instincts she feels are almost always right, but who need some guidance in this complicated world where girls are launched into the social whirl at about the age of 14. After an amusing chapter dedicated to parents, wherein Mrs. Irwin contrasts the manners of her day with those of the present, she gets down to cases and gives the subdeb sound advice on the acquisition of

pain. to others and be not too difficult of attdinment for the youngster herself. Is it a startling comment on our day and age that there must be included chapters on drinking, on necking and ‘on fast driving? Mrs. Irwin deals with these problems very simply and | decidedly, and while she leaves any dissertation on the proper way to eal asparagus or the correct handling of the King's English to other instructors, she gives a very satisfying code of general conduct for the teen-agers that will in no way “cramp their style.”

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“, HE ‘melting pot’ is now boiling on the St. Lawe rence.” The romahtic days of the 1850s, when - even the Governor, Lord Elgin, coasted on a tobaggan at Montmorency, are over. Although provincial ‘France still lingers in parts of the country, isolation is no longer possible and French-Canadians are becom= ing less deeply rooted to the soil. In QUEBEC, WHERE ANCIENT FRANCE LINGERS (Macmillan of Canada), Marius Barbeau tells not only of the city, but also the entire province. He promises that if you go there soon, you may still see a few of the old wood-carvers, silver workers, tapestry weavers and tellers of tales. That you may hear stories of haunted houses such as the old Jolifou inn at Beauport, where “flames creep out of the floors without smoke,” and that if you are told all that happens at. ’ Sl “your hat will not stay on your head.” .,:

a working set of manners which will cause the least |