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C. 7, 1944

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Lunch i in Paris

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PARIS; Nov. 24 (Via Bomber Packet) —‘Madame was so insistent that I bring an American to lunch. 8he will be overcome with joy.” Monsieur and I hadn't met since An 26 (the day after the allied entry) when, if I remember correctly, he told me how. the French could never forget how they had been let down by the British in 1940. He had also not looked for= ward to the American military rule he was convinced would be instituted in Francé. Monsieur and his friend le capitaine and-I made our way out to one of the Paris suburbs which is particularly noted for its. leftwing tendencies. The comfortable and wellheated house was a contrast to those we've been accustomed to lately in Paris. Madame received us and was ‘‘overcome with joy.” After a glass of an aperitif that is virtually non-existent in Prance today, we sat down fo a luncheon for which madame’ apologized profusely, giving the impression that we had dropped in unexpectedly.

Few People Have Wine

THE MEAL: Quisch Lorraine, a hot tart of eggs, cheese and bits of meat; jugged hare with pommes souffles, followed by roast chicken and salad; three kinds of cheese, ending up with caramel rice. White wine was served with the quisch, red with the hare, and an especially fine vintage red withthe cheese. Coffee with quetsch and Grand Marnier followed. Potatoes, salad and rabbits are possible to enjoy, and even occasionally a chicken, if one has friends in the country, Cheese is next to impossible to get, eggs don't exist and rice hasn't been seen for four years. A few people still have wine left in their cellars, not many, Madame’s continued apologies for the meal forced this guest to state that she had partaken of few meals like this in Paris, and that few of her friends were able to:provide anything like this. “Mademoiselle, you doubtless hear many things,

Inside Indianapolis By Lowell Nussbaum

THE FEMININE operator on a Central bis Mon-

. day evening was talking to a friend aboard the bus:

“You'd never guess what happened .to me Saturday afternoon. Well, you know my husband was reported Missing over 18 months ago, and what do you think? He walked in on me Saturday. No, I didn’t have an idea in the world he was on his way. Was I happy? I'll say I was. Did I work that night? I should say not.” Just one of life's little dramas. . .. You won't find a more enthusiastic hunter than Police Sgt. Edward Higgins Sr. He's one of the best on the police force. But when the shoe's on the other foot—and he becomes the hunted—well, that’s different. The sergeant and his son, Eddie Jr., went hunting near Westfield the other day. While they were walking across a field, they heard a roar. Looking up, they

saw an angry bull charging them. Eddie Jr. ran for.

the fence. The sergeant saw he couldn't run fast enough to reach the fence, so he dashed for a nearby tree. He climbed it just in time to save himself. The bull stood under the tree, roaring and pawing the ground, while the sergeant shivered. ‘He called his hunting dog, Rex, but the dog:couldn’t, or wouldn't, hear him. The bull continued roaring and pawing the earth for what the sergeant insists was an hour and a half, and then gave up and left. The sergeant lost no time in making for the fence and vaulting over it.

We Don't Trust Them

WE FOUND OUT about the prisoner of war who showed up at the WFBM transmitter station the other evening, unattended by a guard. From official sources we learn German prisoners of war sometimes are assigned work on the Ft. Harrison reservation, without guard, But theyre not supposed to leave the reservation. In this case, a civilian truck was mired on a muddy sideroad of the big military reservation, Two Nazi prisoners operating a truck were

World of Science

PSYCHOLOGISTS are beginning to wonder what forms of mass or contagious hysteria will sweep the world in the wake of world war II. As a rule they ean be expected after wars. History shows they have occurred not only after wars, but as a result of plagues, depressions, etc. They are the avenues by which large groups of the population get rid of pent-up emotions. They can take many forms ranging from such mild fads that only the trained psychologist recognizes thelr basic nature, to manifestations that are dangerous and sinister. After world war I we had flagpole sitting, marathon dancing and the revival of the Ku Klux Klan. 1 imagine that many psychologists would regard the current bobby-sox craze for the singing of Frank Sinatra as a manifestation in this glass.

A number of years ago the chain-letter fad suddenly swept across the whole country. The psychologist regards such an event as in this class.

Dancing Hysteria

ONE of the mist: interesting examples of mass hysteria was the “dancing craze” that swept over Europe in the wake of the Black Plague in the 14th century. The facts are reviewed by Weldon D. Woodson in Frontiers, the official journal of the Academy of Natural Sciences of Philadelphia. 1t began one day in July, 1374, when several hundred people at Aix-la-Chapelle, Germany formed circles, hand-in-hand, and began to dance in wild delirium until they fell exhausted.

My Day Sa

WASHINGTON, Wednesday—1 was not able to be present yesterday afternoon at the first roundtable discussion of the War Recreation Workers’ Asso

ciation institute. But I heard much of the second panel discussion under the leadership of Dr. How5 ard Y. McCluskey of the University of Michigan. The subject was “Community Recreation Looks Toward the Post-war Period.” The consensus of vpin-

.had not given it as much thought as madame had

_now, isn't it, madame, since monsieur has been able

~ her paper, to the American people how necessary it

_at the Murat Tuesday evening, a music peddler stood

black widow spider and its bite is dangerous.

general fon seemed to be that there must ‘We discussed questions relating to the post-war

By Helen Kirkpatrick

but don’t let people tell you that we suffered from lack of things during the German occupation. Oh, we hated them, but we had everything we cBuld want. Ah yes, and much as we hated them—for indeed, I really disliked them intensely—they also kept order.” “Oh, mademoiselle, what must you think of France now, this anarchy, this disorder, this reign of terror?”

‘Communists Are Clever’

MADEMOISELLE had to admit that as she hadn't conte across anything answering that description, she

surely done. The hitherto silent captain spoke up: “The Communists are very clever. They seek to hide from you the things they are doing. Look you at this. Here is madame’s charming and splendid husband who doesn’t dare come home. Three months

to live in his own house? And why? Because these Communists who have a grip of terror here would arrest him at once—perhaps even shoot him.” Mademoiselle had eaten too much to be able to speak, had gathered during lunch that France was in the midst of a Communist revolution, that the government was in the hands of crooks, and that only American military government could save it. But monsieur of the 26th of August explained. “Madame’'s husband was deputy mayor of this banlieu, and like all Frenchmen, acted with core rectness.” There were no French collaborators, mademoiselle. No one like the Germans. “Mademoiselle knows, perhaps, Gen. Eisenhower? She can certainly explain to the general, and through

is that the United States save France from this reign of Communist terror.” Mademoiselle allowed as how Gen. Eisenhower was probably otherwise engaged for the moment. She expressed her doubts on several scores, among them the possibility of* the United States intervening in French affairs. Mademoiselle departed with indigestion only partially caused by “the excessive amount of foods. Her parting wish that madame might soon see her husband may have been misunderstood.

ordered to go to the spot and tow in the civilian truck, They got lost and drove outsid@® the reservation, on a side road, and then their truck, too, became mired. One “P-W” went to the WFBM station and used the phone to call for assistance, as we related yesterday. That's the way it stands. . . . Incidentally, Maj. Floyd C. Mims, commander of the Ft. Harrison prisoner of war camp, spoke at the Junior C. of C. luncheoh yesterday on his experiences with war prisoners. Maj. Mims said there's another side to the matter of alleged coddling of war prisoners. The prisoner-of-war-camp commander can't forget, he said, that the treatment his prisoners receive may affect the treatment our own soldiers receive in enemy prison camps. “Don’t think that inhumane treatment of German prisoners here won't be heard about on the other side of the ocean, and have an adverse reaction ou lreatment of our boys,” he said.

Swamped With Business AFTER THE performance of “The Merry Widow”

in the lobby, hawking his wares. Business was poor. Folks just streamed past in great numbers, without stopping to buy. But that didn’t daunt the peddler. Pretending to be swamped with business, he shouted at the passing throng: “One at a time, folks.” . . . When Mrs. Charles Mitten, 842 N. Grant st. broke an egg the other day, she was amazed to find within it another egg—perfect in every way except it was about one-fourth the size of an ordinary egg. It even had a hard shell. She obtained the eggs from the farm of her sister, near Albany, Ind. ... Mrs. John E. Vollrath, who surely must be one of the oldest statehouse workers—in point of continuous service—is heading for a vacation in Florida. Mrs. Vollrath has worked in the state aute license division, preparing auto license lists, since 1919—under Governors McCray, Bush, Jackson, Leslie, McNutt, Townsend, Schricker. And next, it will be Gates—unless he “gives her the gate.” Part of the secret of her longevity in the office is the fact she has been on the state payroll only a couple of administrations. Before that, she was paid for the same work by the Indiana Auto Trades association. LES

By David Dietz

This dancing mania spread throughout Germany, then on to the rest of Europe. It continued throughout the next 300 years and many legends, some of them no doubt exaggerated, have came down to us. During the 16th century Italy, the dancing craze took on a new aspect.” The dancers claimed the necessity of dancing to cure themselves of the bite of a spider. Because this began near the city of Taranto, the dance and the spider became known as the tarantella or tarantula.

Musical First Aid

SOME OF the cities hired Busicians to accompany the dancers and Samuel Pepys in his famous diary quotes a traveler who told him that “All the harvest long there are fiddlers who go up and down the fields everywhere in expectation of being hired by those who are stung.” : The spider in question 1s still known as the Lycosa tarantula, but while it is ferocious ‘in size and appearance its bite is harmless. ‘Numerous naturalists, including Mr. Woodson, have permitted themselves to be bitten by the spider with no ill effects. There is, however, an Italian cousin to our own It is possible, therefore, that a certain number of people were bitten by it and put the blame on the more numerous and spectacular tarantulas. Music was regarded as essential to the dancers who had been bitten—or thought they had—and some doctors of the 17th century even prescribed the kind of music to be played. Lively dance tunes of a certain kind are still known today as tarantellas. In time, the dancing craze began to disappear, but before it did thé field was invaded by numerous fakers who danced for the entertainment of tourists and afterward passed the hat around.

By Eleanor Roosevelt

Dr. McCluskey expressed concern because he felt that not, enough planning was being done for the young pebple in junior high school. With thé end of the war, they might become another “lost generation.” I am not quite as pessimistic as he. That could only happen if at the same time we allowed a financial slump to occur like the one we had in the early "30s, 1 think our experience of that time will prevent any bad economic situation from gaining dangerous proportions and affecting our younger geneiation. Dr. Rosalie Slaughter Morton, distinguished sur geon, and a friend, Mrs, McKinley, came to tea.

period in Europe. 1 am always very glad to find that the representatives of great women's organizations are inter-

ested In talking over the post-war conditions of the|

other countrfes of the world.

THIRD SECTION

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1944 <

OUR TOWN:

Y earliest recollection ° of whgels — not counting minor masterpieces like the velocipede and the tricycle — goes back to 1888, or maybe even ear-

lier, gr Then. fa’ bearded bicyclist, dressed in knickerbockers, a tweed-

belted jacket and a jaunty check= ered ‘cap invaded the South side by way of a.“high wheel.” This was an extraordinary invention of British origin which sometimes traveled under its imported name of “ordinary” (probably the all-time prize example of Anglican understatement), Come to think of it, the high wheel (or ordinary) was not altogether of British origin. God also had a hand in its invention. Anyway you look at it, it had all the marks of a miracle and patently it was the sort of thing that could only happen once. o » » IN THE CASE of the bearded bicyclist who, I remember, collected rents for the Alex Metzger agency, the machine consisted of two wheels of different size and temperament. The front wheel had a diameter of something like 60 inches; the rear wheel measured no more than 20 inches through the center. The rider sat over the big wheel, the one that gave the machine its speed. The .little wheel was a steerer, of no more consequence than the coxswain .of a college crew. The two wheels were held together by a forthright frame known by the even more forthright name of the “backbone.” There were no chains, Put together thus adroitly with "the motive power applied direct, the high wheel was (and still remains) the perfection of grace and simplicity in bicycle construction. Appraised aesthetically, it was as clean and chaste as a fugue or a quadratic equation. ® 8 =

NOTWITHSTANDING its celestial origin, however, the high wheel had some defects, not the “least of which was the danger of spills (colloquially known as “headers”). This was due to the fact that the rider sat way up in the stratosphere, near the source of the vehicle’s inspiration. The great air resistance, once the machine got going, wasn't so good, either. “And then, too, there was the difficulty of mounting, to say nothing of the difficulty of dismounting. All of which explains the singular “technique practiced by Mr. Metzger’s rent collector. He made it a rule, I recall, to approach his clients from the rear—that is to

fences were never less than five feet high. : ” . ” THE NUMBER of defects was so great, indeed, that bicycling by way of high wheels was the sport of only a few foolhardy men. As a matter of fact, I lived all of two years secure in the belief that Mr. Metzger’s rent collector was the only man in Indianapolis who owned and operated a high wheel. I learned better when some years later I was allowed to examine bailiwicks other than my

wn. Immediately my horizons widened, and to my amazement I discovered that Indianapolis had not merely one, but enough high~ wheel riders to have a club of their own. ” s ” THE ZIG ZAG CLUB, originally a group of high-wheel riders, was organized in 1890—three whole years before the start of the Chicago World's Fair, a date which myoptic historians generally accept as the beginning of modern civilization, -8hucks! Indianapolis started with the Zig Zag club.

sisted of two classes: One, those who rode wheels ef the type operated by Mr. Metzger’s rent collector, and two, those who rode “Stars.” The Star was the sort of thing that happens when human beings don’t know enough to let ‘well enough alone. It was a reversed “ordinary,” with the little wheel in front. You youngsters have no idea how the mere re-arrange-ment of two wheels increased the perverseness of inanimate things. Obviously conceived in madness, the new-fangled wheel was a thing to challenge the imagination of the human male. At any rate, the imagination of daredevils like Gene Milnor, Carl Koerner, Ellis Hunter, Fred Hinsdale and Bert McNeeley who were among the very few to really master and subdue the Star, a wheel with a whimsical ‘ determination of its own. . ” »

AFTER THE invention of the Star, the only thing left to do was

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS—

‘BICYCLE DAYS,

“How Civilization Began

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This dizzy historical document was shapped (circa 1890) by William H. Rass. It portrays two types of early bicycles: one, the prehistoric “Bone Shaker” (brought out about 1868), Most of the mustached riders belonged to the Zig Zag club, the first (1890)

(brought out about 1880). bicycle club in Indianapolis.

to start all over again and build a safer wheel, one designed for use in this world and not for those ahout to dwell in heaven. The result was a bicycle with the transparent name of “Safety.” In this machine, instead of traveling in the clouds, the rider was brought down to earth. The-two wheels were made of a reasonable size, and, moreover, of the same diameter. This arrangement, with the help of a complicated system of chains, made it

possible to place the saddle above

and between the wheels. This earthy point of view precluded the possibility of headers and made a hit with practically everybody. The few who didn’t take to it at first were Carl Fisher, “Rabbit” York, George M. Dickson .and Jack Zimmerman, all Zig-Zaggers who clung to their high wheels as late as 1895, several years after everybody else had accepted the Safety as a fait accompli. s ” »

AS A matter of fact, it was as late as 1895 that the “Giraffe” appeared on the streets of Indianapolis. It was an old-style “ordinary” with a high front wheel, the diameter of which measured every bit of 108 inches—nine feet, mind vou. Fieured bv the: inexorable law of Euclid, its circumference ran to more than 28 feet. The monstrosity was designed. owned and operated by Carl Fisher, the first man anywhere around here to expound the doctrine of “bigger and better” things. The Giraffe was mounted by way of three (3) successive steps on the backbone, a detail lugged into today’s piece to show

why Mr. Fisher deserved the sobriquet of “Crip.” . For “cripple’—see? © ” » o

MR. FISHER'S Giraffe didn't impress the people worth a cent. They went right on buying Safeties—that is, if they could get them In 1895, the demand for Safeties became so great, and the shortage so acute, that Harry T. Hearsey, the daddy of bicycle dealers in Indianapolis, took a train for Chicago to see what he could pick up in the way of wheels. When he left, He carried a banner bearing the word, “Excelsior,” in his hand. “Bicycles or

“Bust,” he said, as he waved every-

body goodby hand). A week ‘after Mr. Hearsey re‘turned with his plunder, more than 40 people came to Dr. Joseph O. Stillson’s office. All had inflamed eyes. More advanced cases revealed a stoppage of the tear ducts, As examinations showed that the afflictions were the result. of pulverized dust lodging in the underlids of the eyes, Dr. Stillson diagnosed the trouble as “acute conjunctivitis.” When he [learned that every patient was a bicycle rider, he called it he “bicycle

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» » ” IN 1896, Indianapolis issued

7000 bicycle licenses (4000 more -

than the year before) which left comparatively few people walking. Everybody was on wheels including women, children and priests. When Father Alerding (8t. Joseph’s parish) and Father O'Donhaghue (8t. Patrick’s parish) were—smade bishops (In the one and in the other the diocese of Louisville), it almost broke their hearts to learn that the dignity of the high office to which they had been appointed didn’t permit the riding of bicycles. That same year Indianapolis was confronted with a parking

problem. The Indiana Trust people (meaning John P. Frenzel) were the first to do something about it. In 1896, Mr. Frenzel allocated a vault in his basement and fixed it up with a series of racks to accommodate the wheelmen in his building. It was big enough to store 100 bicyeles. Ac-’ cess to the “bicycle stable” (Mr. Frenzel’'s nomenclature) was by way of an area stairway on Washington. st. Incorporated in the stairway was an inclined trough, a slick contrivance designed to slide down bicycles. The only thing like it left in Indianapolis is the bicycle stairway in the Athenaeum; the one leading down to the Ratskeller (another cultural symbol of the much-maligned nineties), . FJ ”

THE JOHN N. CAREYS, who

occupied the house now known as

the Children's Museum, were the

first to have a bicycle rack on-

their front lawn for the accommodation of their guests. By that time, North Meridian st. was alive with bicycles, especially at night when every han-dle-bar carried a lighted Chinese lantern. Nocturnal bicycling invested the whee] with romance. Love-sick couples learned to ride abreast with only one hand on the handle bar, leaving the other to “hold hands.” On soft velvety nights when the air was charged with tenderness, it was nothing out of the ordinary to see a thousand couples woo their way from the Circle to Fall Creek, the end of town at the time. It was the favorite, and by all odds, the most successful courtship run in Indianapolis. Most of these couples are about to celebrate their golden wedding anniversaries, no matter whether they like it or not, . » »

WHEN CUPID took over the bicycle and made it a tool of .his own, the next thing to turn up was “Daisy Bell,” a revolutionary sentiment set to music: “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true, } I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, But you'll look sweét Upon a seat Of a bicycle built for two!” The “bicycle built for two” was, of course, the “tandem.” It was introduced in Indianapolis on May 13, 1896, by Carl Fisher who, I believe, was still a bachelor at the time. -Apparently Mr. Fisher leaped from the Giraffe straight to the tandem without once in« vestigating the possibilities of the simple standardized Safety. . » ~

IT WAS the same Mr. Fisher, too, who startled Indianapolis with the “triplet,” a Safety designed on the order of a dachshund. The first trio to ride Mr. Pisher’s triplet (in a race) com prised Harry PFinehout, Otis Lowe and Harry Griffith, They were picked not only for their poise, but also for their avoirdupois. Mr. Finehout, who weighed only 109 pounds, sat over the triplet's attentuated and precarious belly. Sometimes, but not very often, the triplet carried two men and a wisp of a girl between them. It did nothing to promote matrimony, probably for the reason that two is company and three's a crowd. . » . CUPID wasn't the only one to feel the effects of the bicycle. Clothing stores like the When, the Model and the Original Eagle

By Anton Scherrer

in Indianapolis’

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_ his bicycle back to Indianapolis,

. ' those bicyclists who couldn't win

Bass Photo Co.

and two, the “Ordinary”

complained bitterly that only “bike breeches” ($1.50) could be sold. Livery men wondered what the world was coming to. The 82 blacksmiths who did a nice business up until 1892 had one of two choices—to keep going and go broke or to take up a brand new profession known as “bicycle repairing.” Downtown saloonkeepers could not sell enough beer at five cents a “schooner,” to make it pay. The roadhouses on the edge of town were getting all the business. . Agitation and legislation for good roads to reach the roadhouses were a phenomenon of the times. And finally, even the sallionds - had to give in and carry bicycles as baggage with no superimposed charge. yy IN SUPPORT of which there is Ra story of Lawyer Alfred D. Potts. As early ‘as 1895, Mr. - Potts went by train to Frankfort and took his bicycle alomg, just in case of an emergency, he said. Whether Mr. the emergency or not is neither

mains that when hé missed his train for home, Mr. Potts rode

reaching home in an afternoon's ride in plenty of time for supper. When the pneumatic tire made its debut, it changed not only the methods of mankind, but also the landscape of Indianapolis, Up until then, the principal loafing place was the southeast corner of Washington and Meridian sts. where the “Joyful Oil” man had his stand selling a patent medicine “good for man and beast.” The inflated tire moved the loafing place to 116 N. Pennsylvania st, the business address of the H. T. Hearsey Cycle Co. The reason it moved was because Mr. Hearsey had the vision to install a foot pump for blowing up tires. To make it handy for everybody, he placed it near the street ‘just inside of his bicycle store and “Riding Academy.” For a long time it was called the “town pump.” Mr, Hearsey's ability to take the world by the tall put the “Joyful Oilman out of business. i » ” ” THE NEXT public tire pump to appear was thdt of Frank Keegan, the druggist at Illinois and 22nd sts. Mr. Keegan caught the bicyclists on their way to Crown Hill and those ambitious enough to keep going until they reached the cana] tow path, possibly the most picturesque bicycle Tun in the environs of Indianapolis.

It led to Fairview park, the present site of Butler university. At that time, Fairview was owned by the streetcar people. In 1895, to the surprise of everybody, they allowed bicycles to enter their park.

Immediately, Fairview became a trysting place, especially for

their girls by hanging Chinese lanterns on their handle-bars. Just why the streetcar company opened its park to a competitor remains a trade secret. One guess is that the streetcar people, even as far back as then, had their eyes fixed on the future population of Indianapolis. » » »

INDIANAPOLIS, it was one of the cities to see a real-for-sure pneumatic tire.” Legend has it that Albert D. Johnson was about to make a business trip to England. On the eve of his departure he called on Hearsey and asked whether was anything out(Continued on Page 28)

appears,

By Laurene Rose Diehl

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—{abor Lewis and A.F.of L. See Eye to Eye

By FRED W, PERKINS WASHINGTON, Dec. 7. — John L. Lewis was entering the hand. some home of the United Mine Workers, an old soft hat pulled carelessly over a couple of wellknown eyebrows, when some news= paper report. ers caught him, and he sat down for a 30minute talk in which he extracted more information from the rereporters than they did from him, As 1s the Lewis custom, the conversation was off the record, with one exception, . The reporters wanted to know what he is going to do about last week's invitation from the American Federation of Labor for him to 3 come back into that organization, | “You may write in your publi- i cations,” intoned Mr. Lewis, “that 1 was-more than usually non-com-mital.” ' : However, the Mine Worker building contains other sources of information, from some of which it was learned that Mp. Lewis sent a communication of some potency last Saturday te Sir Walter Citrine in London. Sir Walter is head of the British Trade Union Congress, which is organizing a new international 5 movement, with a general meeting H scheduled for February in London, i with attendance from representa ° tives of trade unions in Soviet Russia and also from the C. I. O, in the United States. 8 # =»

THE A. F, of F. in its New

invitation, with statements indicating it does not intend to share with the C. I. O. its claim to being the dominant labor organization of this country, and also indicating that it does not regard the labor bodies of Soviet Russia as “free trade unions.” The Lewis message to Sir Wal- ~ ter was te the same effect as the one sent by the A. F. of L. . em. WEEKS are expected for the working-out of the Lewis-A. F. of L. rapprochment or accouplement (these being words ponderously A used in the long flirtation as $3 © |

council holds its next meeting in early February. A Lewis-A. P. of L. compromise could be worked out before then. Two apparent facts: Mr. Lewis has just suffered a set-back through the failure of "any considerable number of coal miners to follow his advice to vote against a fourth term for President Roosevelt. A. F. of L. leadership is obviously concerned about the weight the C. 1. O. Political Action come mittee may swing in the adminis tration and congress during the next four years. 0 Both seem to need help. a

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By RUTH MILLETT “NOTHING'S too good for the serviceman”~but anything is good enough for his wife. At least that is the way many wives of men overseas feel—and with good reason. For instance, in a small midwestern: railroad station the other day a woman waited her turn at the ticket window. When her turn finally came to be served by the man making reservations he told her, “You'll have to get in another line, I'm going to close this window.” * . 8» . JUST as she turned to leave, however, the railroad employee beckoned to the man who had stood behind her all the while and said, “What can I do for you, lieutenant?” The lieutenant, obviously efh- . barrassed at taking a woman, 5 place, made his reservations and then stepped over to the woman 4 who was standing patiently at the i end of another line and said, “Fm afraid I took your place.” : ne She answered, “That's all right,” ~—which was the correct answer to the serviceman who was not at fault. But then she made a mistake. She didn't walk up to the man at the window and say, “Look here, mister, the only reas son I am standing in line making reservations on a train for myself. and my children is because my husband isn’t here to do it for me, Hen, overseas: i Ay