Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 September 1937 — Page 21
Vagabond
From Indiana — Ernie Pyle
Father Hubbard, 'The Glacier Priest,’ Studies King Island Eskimos to See What Maintains Their Good Health.
OME, Sept. 17.—Bos’n’s Mate Springer, of the Coast Guard Station, owns a small house in Nome, and we were sitting in his parlor talking when all of a sudden he jumped up and said: “There goes Father Hubbard. I'll catch him.”
He dashed out, and yelled after a car and it stopped and backed up, and pretty soon into the house walked the famous the Rev. Fr. Bernard R. Hubbard, S. J, known as “The Glacier
Priest.” : Father Hubbard wears baggy brown riding pants, high shoe-pacs, and a blue zipper jacket made of “Hubbard cloth.” He wears no hat. The only evidence of his priesthood is his collar. His hair is black and curly. I'd take him to be in his 40s. : Father Hubbard has a lot of gay humor. He is an enthusiastic man, always popping with ideas and plans and fervor for what he’s Ms Pyle about to do. Half of his time is spent climbing over Alaskan
glaciers and mountains and living in Eskimo villages and the other half in going back to the States and telling about it in lectures. He loves Alaska and has been up here off and on for 10 years now.
Writes a Good Book
Like Admiral Byrd, he gets backing for his expeditions from manufacturers of commercial articles. He gets their articles freé, and advertises them in hig lectures. He maintains a permanent business office in New York, where his bookings, sale of films and other administrative work is carried on. Father Hubbard writes a good book, and I imagine he gives a mighty good lecture. But his chief claim to perfection is as a photographer. “His pictorial record of Alaska covers hundreds of thousands of pictures. They say that.one of his movies, “The Silver Horde,” shcwing the complete operations of the Alaskan salmon fishing industry, is one of the finest things ever made. There is, as I understand it, some coolness between Father Hubbard and the dyed-in-the-wool scientists who come to Alaska. ; Of course Father Hubbard's lecture career depends on publicity, and he makes no bones about it.
Expedition Lasts for Year
His present expedition is to extend over a year. He went to King Island in the Bering Sea and stayed till they all came over to Nome for their summer’s work. He’s here developing films, but hell soon be going back. with them, and then intends to hole up and stay there all winter. It seems the King Islanders are a healthy lot. Some think it’s because they use so much walrus oil. Father Hubbard will stay and watch. Father Hubbard is having a lot of freight sent up and hopes to leave King Island a better place than he found it. He’ll put up some modern collapsible houses and hopes some day to have all King Islanders so housed. We sat and gabbed for a couple of hours, and Father Cunningham, who was with Father Hubbard, kept saying, “We better go now. It's 1 o'clock and you were to see so-and-so at 1 o'clock.” “Oh forget about it,” says Father Hubbard. “Let's don't go. I'm having a good time here.”
My Diary
By Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt
Complex ‘Problems of the World Discussed Over Simple Luncheon.
YDE PARK, N. Y., Thursday.—A glass of milk -.and a sandwich was the luncheon Mrs. Scheider and I intended to have yesterday on the porch of my New York apartment. My brother telephoned and I asked him if he would like to join us. He did, and brought two other people to feast on this meager repast. I felt fairly inhospitable, but they had been warned and I must say they accepted their decidedly frugal meal with good grace. The simplicity of the meal was a contrast to the complexity of the questions which we discussed, for we ranged over the problems of the world. One of our guests had just come back from Europe and felt that we were greatly exaggerating the feeling of anxiety of the people over there. He assured me that in England the newspapers carried far less war news than they do in this country and that the average individual gave war news, but little thought. I only hope he is right and that we can feel less anxious about conditions in Europe than our newspapers would lead us to believe. Last evening, I had two hours with my son, Franklin Jr. He came up unexpectedly from Wilmington, leaving Ethel tg do her packing and to prepare for the move to Charlottesville, Va/ He kept telling me that he had another engagement, but two hours slipped away almast unnoticed and we certainly had a grand time.
We Do Not Always Agree
T think his zest for living and his interest in people is going to provide him with a most interesting life. We do not always agree in our conclusions, but why should we, I know only too well how often we have to change our conclusions and revise them to meet our growing understanding and the acquirement of new knowledge, Mrs. Scheider and I visited Harper's yesterday afternoon and turned in the proofs of “This Is My Story,” which will come out in November. I thought there was nothing more to be done, but found I had to take a set of proofs away with me to do a little more work. There is a great sense of satisfaction in the feeling that however little I may have accomplished this summer, this book is finished. We did not make a very early start this morning and we reached Poughkeepsie by train at 11:50. It was a glorious autumn day. The maples are turning red, and I love the autumn colors, but how I grieve over each passing day of summer, I had an appointment with a gentleman and found e was on the same train, so he drove up with us and ld me of a competition his firm has started. To students throughout the country in the various schools of design, they are offering a prize for a living room to be furnished in a modern American way, using a symbol in decoration to represent this period in our history. There is something quite exciting about this idea and I am most anxious to see what comes from the fresh mind of youth. Too many of us are bred in tradition and we find it hard to have original conceptions, but perhaps we may get something typical and new out of today’s student.
Walter O’Keefe—
OW it’s the relatives of the dictators who are making the headlines. Hitler's brother has opened a tearoom and Mussolini's son is on his way over here to learn the moving picture business. I've seen pictures of Hitler's brother and it looks as if he’s got the other half of Adolf’s mustache. Incidentally, the Nazi Katzenjammer kid must be losing his grip. At the Nuremberg congress this week he referred to those fuehrers who will come after him and this is the first time that Adolf has admitted he’s not immortal. po Musselini’s boy is going inte the movies, and if he looks half as funny as his father on the screen he should develop into one of the world’s greatest
ians. : Aside to young Mussolini: Listen, ladh. When you ! N ork h Lib-
: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 17, 1937
The Indianapolis Times
Entered “ss Second-Class Matter at Postoffice, Indianapolis,
They Make Huey Look Like a Piker
Long’s Followers Ride High and Wide Through Lush Political Legacy
(Last of Two Articles)
~ By NEA Service
\
EW ORLEANS, Sept. 17.—The heirs of Huey Long came into a juicier legacy, when a bullet snuffed out the Kingfish’s light two years ago, than ever fell to the lot of any other political clique in the United States. Senator Long had built up a tremendously powerful political machine, and had taught the heirs how it worked. ‘When he was removed, they had only to devise some har-
monious way of using it.
To do this it was necessary to forget a few old enmi-
'ties and behead a few old foes.
Both were done neatly.
The outstanding rebel of the lot was James A. Noe of Monroe, in northern Louisiana, old-time friend of Huey
and Lieutenant Governor under Governor Allen. came Governor when the latter died in office.
accused Huey’s heirs of betraying the Senator’s principles, fought them, and— in a northern Louisiana election for a member of the State House of Representatives—inflicted one
defeat. The heirs took up the challenge, Leading the fight against Noe was Huey Long's own brother, Earl Kemp Long. ” 2 ” OW Earl had long since split with Huey—both politically and personally. The split took place away back in Huey’s days as Governor. When the Senate investigated Huey's conduct of Louisiana elections, Earl Long had faced his brother in open court and had testified that his brother Huey’s “graft, slush and sqush” had reached a total of some $5,000,000. He had telephoned his brother Huey at the Roosevelt Hotel in New Orleans, offering to “punch his head” if Huey would come out to meet him, and he had stood for two hours at the hotel entrance waiting for Huey to come down and be punched—a thing Huey failed to do. While waiting, Earl Long told reporters: “I lent Huey the $125 he needed for his first filing fee as a candidate, and he double-crossed me just as he double-crossed a lot of other folks who helped him.” ' But peace was made. Earl took an appointment as attorney for Huey’s supervisor of public ac-
- counts and when the heirs went
to war against Noe, he ran for Lieutenant Governor. Noe was defeated for the governorship by Richard Webster Leche, and Earl Long became Lieutenant Governor. It now is conceded, incidentally, that he will be the Long machine’s next candidate for Governor. o ” » ¥ ITH that election, the Long ring was in full control. Immediately, -some of the men who had been closest to Huey Long began to be eased out. One of them was Dr. Arthur A. Vidrine, Louisiana surgeon, who was rushed to Baton Rouge from New Orleans to operate on Senator Long after he was shot. Dr. Vidrine had been one of Huey’s first appointees, as superintendent of Charity Hospital, New Orleans. He also was dean of the $3,000,000 Louisiana State University medical center. The heirs gently maneuvered him out of both of these lucrative jobs, sugar-
He beHe openly
coating the moves as “resignations.” Another to go was Alfred D. Danziger, New Orleans attorney who “took it on the chin” for" Huey Long in many a legal rough house and who had been rewarded with the post of executive counsellor to the New Orleans Mayor. Similar cases followed. And the upshot was that a small group emerged in complete control of the State of Louisiana and of New Orleans. ” on 2 UEY LONG had = throttled New Orleans—which had rebelled against him—by the simple expedient of cutting off its income. “After city employees went on part pay or no pay at all for months, the “New Orleans ring” —as Huey called the politicians who had controlled the city—surrendered. Mayor Walmsley, titular head of the “ring,” who was now a general without an army,
finally resigned with two years of
his term still to be served. Then came an extraordinary political maneuver by which Robert Sidney Maestri, New Orleans realtor and one of Huey’s earliest financial backers, was named ew Orleans yor. e Mayor's term was lengthened from four to six years, and the Huey Long laws shutting off New Orleans’ income were repealed. Mayor Maestri had the funds to inaugurate civic improvements, and not long ago the first anniversary of his arrival in office was celebrated with orchids and champagne. ” ” ” UEY LONG'S heirs were rid=A ing high, wide and handsome now. Some of them began building luxurious country homes on broad estates newly acquired in St. Tammany Parish, just across Lake Ponchartrain from New Orleans. Among them was Governor Leche, now the openly announced publisher of the Hammond Progress, a weekly newspaper that once was Huey’s Louisiana Progress and was later his American Progress. Another who built a new home was Abraham Lazard Shushan, former president of the New Orleans Levee Board, whose trial and acquittal on an indictment charging income tax fraud and evasion was a sensation following Huey’s death. Seymour Weiss, the shadowy and somewhat enigmatic “all cash, no records” unofficial treasurer of the machine in Huey's lifetime, and the man who told a U. 8S. Senate committee “none of your business” when questioned
Fooled
By Science Service HICAGO, Sept. 17—Gold rushes renewing themselves in the Arctic, scientists flying to the Pole and announcing that they intend to
stay there for a year, give timely point to an old story revived by a new scientific publication of the Field Museum of Natural History here, written by Sharat K. Roy, curator of geology. It is about the first stuff pretending to be gold ore brought back from the American Arctic. It launched the first gold rush and the first gold mining becom. It cost many nervy men their lives, and many “suckers” their money. And now, after more
16th Century Gold Hunters by Yellow Mica
than three centuries, Mr. Roy finds out that the “gold” was not even fools’ gold or pyrites, but brassy yellow mica, veined - . in some black rocks. In 1576, Capt. Martin Frobisher made explorations among the islands between Canada and Greenland.
Upon his return, the wife of one |
of his sailors put a coal-liize piece of rock her husband brought with him on the fire. It oozed out a few globules of yellow stuff that looked like gold. Reports of reputable goldsmiths, that there was no gold in the rock were ignored. After three voyages, the . bubble burst; the stuff was known to be
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worthless. By Clark
This was the scene when Earl Long (left) took the stand to testify against brother Huey
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Ind.
Our Town
By Anton Scherrer
South Side Sawmaker Possessed Snuffbox and Other Relics Which Had Been Property of Shakespeare.
REALLY thought I had seen everything the South Side had to offer when I was a
i boy, but it wasn’t until 1898 or thereabouts
that I ran across Sidney Vernon Blakewell
and his snuffbox.
Mr. Blakewell and his wife lived at 435
| Madison Ave., right across from H. H. Lee's tea store.
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during a Senatorial investigation of the latter’s campaign expendi-
tures.
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Kemp Long
about his private finances—heads the company owning the Rodsevelt; hotel in New Orleans. He also owns the Hotel New Orleans, on Canal St., and with Palph Hitz, head of a national he 1 management chain, recently wought the Hotel Montclair in New York City. So in the inner: circle the machine which Senator L left behind, everybody is happy. The lesser lights, however, are not so joyous.
° laborers on, roads.
HE old familiar “gouge” hits every pay check that is issued to a minor jobholder in the machine. The lowest known as-~ sessment is 5 per cent, which is collected from ordinary $2-a-day Nobody knows what the rate is for those who hold the higher-paying State and City jobs; but! all who hold such jobs pay it, calling it “job. insur< ance” | |. Nor, outside the inner circle, does anyone know where the
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Huey (right) cross-examines his “brother. ‘
money goes.
far as the rank and file are concerned. On top of that, every jobholder is required to buy at least five annual subscriptions to Governor Leche’s paper. The jobholder may go out and sell
. those subscriptions if he likes, but
if he can’t or won’t he must pay for them himself. Thus Governor Leche’s paper has a guaranteed circulation, ” » ”
HE golden flood still pours in from Washington. N e w Orleans is getting a new §$12,« 000,000 Charity Hospital from the WPA. More than $400,000 of New Deal money has been spent on a block of apartments around historic Jackson Square—a building which originally cost $150,000, The political atmosphere in Louisiana has changed since Huey’s death. The heirs no longer talk about his oft-proclaimed “principles.” And they are far
- smoother and suaver than Huey
was. His political creed was “give ’em the boot when you've got ‘em down.” The heirs work with an
urbane smile. But they get there
just as efficiently as he did. Nobody in Louisiana has heard anything about “share the wealth” since Huey died. Bands no longer parade the streets playing his song, “Every Man a King.” But his political heirs are sitting pretty.
"'Yanks Are Is Heard Again” will appear.
Coming’
on this page tomorrow.
Constitution Still Myth to Masses;
Popular Wording Misleading
By Dr. Charles A. Beard American Historian Written for Scripps-Howard Newspapers N Sept. 17, 1787, the Consti7 tution of the United States was signed by the members of the convention who deemed it worthy of consideration or support. : While they were signing the document, Benjamin Franklin, old and crowned with honors, gazed reflectively at a painting behind the President's chair which represented a rising sun. During the debates over the Constitution, he remarked that his hopes and fears had alternated and he had been unable to tell whether the sun was rising or setting. “Now at length,” hé concluded, “I have the. happiness to know that it is a rising and not a setting sun.” Finally that great document was ratified and under its terms the United States has been governed to this day. Yet what is the Constitution? ” on ” IKE the Bible, it often is praised by men and women who give little time to reading it. Very few study the circumstances in which the document was drawn. Has one in hundred thousand Americans read Max Farrand’s volumes containing the records of the convention that drafted the Constitution? It may well be : doubted. Nevertheless there are probably millions of Americans who. think they know the Constitution. The Constitution is more than a written document. It is what.the . framers intended it to be and it is all that has been felt, thought, said, and done by public officers and by citizens under the authority and in the name of that document from 1787 to 1937. The Constitution is all that and that ought to be enough to stagger every honest soul in America. ! I shall discuss only one phase of the Constitution to which reference seldom is made. ” ” s
HERE was no stenographer or stenotypist in the convention - of 1787 to report debates and discussions. Nor was the public ad-
mitted. The convention sat behind , closed doors and only a few mem-
bers made notes on the debates. The fullest record was kept by James Madison and it, was not published until 1840. ; During those 50 years, nearly all the people and public authorities carried on the Government without knowing just ‘what the framers of the Constitution thought about their work and intended it to mean. It is true that Washington, Madison, Hamilton and other members of the convention who later took part in the Government knew about the intentions of the framers; but they were few in number and the last of them had
: >for
This fact means that during the first 50 years, from 1789 to 1840, nearly all statesmen and people interpreted and applied the Constitution almost fo suit themselves. - They did not have the guidance of Madison's convention record. During those years, a myth, or theory, of the Constitution, especially with regard to the powers of Congress and the rights of states, was built up and firmly implanted in the minds of millions of citizens.
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ESPITE the fact that we have Madison’s notes before us tothis myth, or theory, persists. is a large part’ of what multitudes. now imagine the Con-
day, It
. stitution to be.
One fragment of this myth, or theory, a fragment of fateful
_ significance, is the idea that Con-
“only express and In confir-
gress has enumerated powers.”
. mation of this myth within the
myth it has become the fashion to
falsify. the Constitution by putting
arabic numerals before the sentences in Section 8 which confer powers upon Congress: 1. Congress shall have power to lay and
collect taxes, etc; 2. To horrow money etc.; 3. To regulate commerce, etc.; And so on to Number 18. :
The framers of the Constitution did not insert those numbers. Nor does the official copy published by the Government contain those numbers. They misrepresent the document, for the Constitution nowhere mentions “express pows= ers” or “enumerated powers.”
When Congress was considering the 10th Amendment reserving to the states or to the people “the powers not delegated to the United States,” an effort’ was made to make it read: Powers “expressly” delegated. But Madison, then a member of Congress, protested. “It
- is impossible,” he said, “to con-
fine a government to the exercise of express powers; there must necessarily be admitted powers of implication.” And the word “expressly” stayed out. ; The framers of the Constitution intended to confer upon the Federal Government broad and general powers. President Roosevelt is known to have read and studied Madison’s record. Apparently even some judges of the Supreme Court have not.
"All of which is my roundabout
It is collected officially, and then it vanishes, as
: Where tires are old filling them with air, it the fender as the air dents occur each y are old
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and there may be is a good plan to stand with your face above being pumped into the tire. A good many aceifrom blowouts while inflating tires. Usually. - and have just about reached the bursting
pir 8 ed
National Safety Council. danger of a blowout while
| The tea store is gone now along with a lot of other = good things, but Mr. Blakewell’s house is still there— ‘a two-story brick which, except : | for a coat of gray paint, looks ' just the way it did when I was a
boy. Mr. Blakewell, I guess, picked the house because it was handy
. to his work. At any rate, the E,
C. Atkins people had their shop just about a block away, which | permitted Mr. Blakewell to walk home every noon for his lunch,
way of saying that Mr, Blakewell Mr. Scherrer
.was a sawmaker who had come
from New York to try his luck around here.
Box Was Shakespeare's
The extraordinary thing about Mr. Blakewell was that he never carried the snuffbox around with him, I can explain that, too, For one thing, he didn’t use snuff. For another, it wasn’t his to carry around. Believe it or not, the snuffbox belonged to William ‘Shakespeare. : ; By this time, no doubt, you're wondering how in the
| world Mr. Blakewell came to have Shakespeare's snuff=
box. Well, it was because Shakespeare wanted Mr, Blakewell to have it. I didn’t believe it, either, the first time I heard it, but the more Mr. Blakewell told me about himself the
more he convinced me that his maternal grandmother
was a daughter of James Shakespeare, the fifth of the Shakespeares in direct lineal deséent from the one who married Anne Hathaway of Shottery. What I'm trying to say, of course, is that nobody had a better right to have William Shakespeare's snuffbox than Sidney Vernon Blakewell of 435 Madison Ave.
Inlaid With Pearls
The poet’s snuffbox, I remember, was in pretty bad shape when I saw it and no wonder, because when you come to think of it, it was every bit of 300 years
. old. It was of ebony and the top of the lid was inlaid
with pearls. An inscription said it was presented to Shakespeare by a friend during his theatrical career in London. : That wasn’t the only thing Mr. Blakewell had. There was a string of beads, for instance, and a vinaigrette bottle. According to Mr. Blakewell both relics were presents to Anne Hathaway on the occasion of her marriage to Shakespeare. Indeed, to hear Mr. Blakewell tell it, the beads were worn by Anne during the marriage service. I remember, too, that there was a little card ate tached to each relic telling in the funniest kind of lettering the chronological order of its various owners from the time it left the poet’s family until it reached Indianapolis. Of course, I don’t remember all the details, but I distinctly recall that in each case the poet's name was spelled Shakspeare, which is what a good reporter would have said in the first place.
A Woman's View
By Mrs. Walter Ferguson
Adults’ Lamentations Cause Youth To Approach Marriage With Fear.
"T'S a wonder boys and girls ever work up enough courage to get married, They are surrounded on all sides by a chorus of croaking adults who sound as lugubrious as a bunch of wailing banshees. “Beware of this,” they cry. “Look out for that. Watch your step. Be cautious there. Don’t trust your husband. Don’t believe your wife. What's the use of dreaming, you can’t win. Failure is certain so why risk it at all. Love is a gay deceiver, so do not trust your heart.” So goes the mournful lament. Probably because of it, countless young men and women are afraid to put their love to the test, become confused, and, heeding the advice of elders, often miss life’s fulfillment. - We talk about conquering fear. Yet at the same time we pile up a mountain of scarecrows before those who are starting to the altar. Our attitude toward marriage invites disaster. Our psychology toward marriage is enough to wreck it. Additional precautionary measures are advocated this year. Newlyweds, they say, must be careful of color schemes for their houses because the wrong ones can upset the nerves of honeymooners. An unfortunate choice of wallpaper may set the husband off on a regular rampage, or torture the delicate sensibilities of the wife. ; Being afraid of marriage is like being afraid of life. And cowards are unworthy of the rewards of both.
New Books Today
Public Library Presents—
Pos a period when “spirit, passion and genius marked the great lawyer-families of eastern Tennessee,” Charles G.- Givens in ALL CATS ARE GRAY (Bobbs-Merrill) fashions out of a deep understanding of his native Tennessee Valley folk a saga which is rich in the lore ofa vanishing Amers, ican scene.
If Jed Turner, hard-headed, roistering, silvers
~ ongued lawyer of the old tradition, whose heart was
soft as a woman’s, is only a creation of this newspaperman’s imagination, he is real flesh and blood fio the reader. There is no Tirus, Tenn., we are told, no Cloud Ridge, no stalwart Steve, Jed’s “boy.” Neither is there a tragic Cissy, whose murder haunts the story, nor a lovely Sue, all quicksilver and good hard sense, who loves Steve. These people, the community and its life are so forcefully real because they are prototypes of living characters of a colorful era of our national life. Should one go to Dayton, Tenn. where in 1925 that serio-comic drama [of the “monkey” trial was played, and blazoned to the world by Charles Givens end men of his like, one might expect to drive a few miles over the ridge and there find Tirus nestling in Cloud Valley, drowsing to the murmur ofthe Coming Home River under the blue Tennessee SKY.
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THINK about color a moment. What does it mea
to you outside of beauty and art? : In the home, at the office, in the things we buy, in the stop-light and ‘the railroad signal, color is always at hand, guiding, identifying, sorting for us. A pack-
. 4ge is recognized more quickly by its color than by its
name. Our kitchens and bathrooms are full of practical gadgets in color, and the colors in our living quarters provide services as well as harmonious and beautiful backgrounds. : : All this is what Faber Birren means by the title of his new book, FUNCTIONAL COLOR (Crimson Press), niow on the shelves of the Business Brgach Library. Read this little book and color will take on a new tneaning. Learn of the reactions of sight and memory to color, what illumination really means, the legibility of different colors under different lights, how
- color identifies its appeal to the emotions, its effect
on work, its significance in old and new trends of architecture. The chapters on color harmonies and zolor schemes may baffle the average reader, but they 't ll detract from fascination of me