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SR . Ve Americana - By Robert C. Ruark NEW YORK, June 6—There is a piece in the papers that says things are so lush for the recent parolees from our universities that the jobs are hunting the students, instead of the other way around. The graduates, says the piece, ‘are merely sitting back and taking their pick of the jobs that are offered.” i “+, It is a matter of record that I never walked 500 miles through the snow to go to kindergarten, since my Stutz Bearcat had snowplows on it, but I do feel deeply about other guys getting first jobs too easily. Somehow or other, the fellow who falls into the ermine early ceases to appreciate tHe importance of doing well at his chores. A certain amount of apprenticeship in any trade is necessary for the young, if the young are to approach adulthood with a basic nobility found otherwise only in dogs. Two pairs of shoes, acquired in the fledgling stage, have a tendency to warp the feet. As the Rooshian director used to say, you got to soffer,

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‘ > S$ A TOUCH OF IRON impregnates the soul of a man who has mixed paste in a newspaper office long before he is allowed to smear the paste on copy that is written by his superiors. A disgruntled, now dead, old night copyreader named Fitzgerald impressed me at an early age with the basic importance of mixing paste the correct way. He also had sfrong feelings about copy boys who slept on the editor's divan when they should have been charging around the joint to annoy the printers, I never hear a ship's toot without experiencing a sharp pang in the rib, for instance, because A remember ‘being kicked sharply in the stomach by a second mate who objected strenuously to his lookout being asleep on watch. That the lookout stole pies from the galley in order to featherbed his 10 bucks a week did not interest the second mate. He had a free foot and was seldom loathe to swing it.

It Happened Last Night

By Earl Wilson

NEW YORK, June 6—"I just turned down a picture,” Rosalind Russell said across the table, “because I've already done this picture 20 times.” “I'm a widow, see? He's a widower .,."” Under her large sweeping black hat, she grimaced and rolled her eyes and all but did a Ben Turpin look as she told the plot: “I have children. The widower has children. They object to us getting married. How many times can I do that picture?” - Hb MISS RUSSELL, everybody's favorite, was explaining as wet sat in a corner at 21 why she’s now toying with two projk.. =: ects away from Hollywood: A Broadway comedy in the fall, Miss Russell or a cemedy television series which this columnist knows about but wishes he didn’t because he’s not allowed to mention its name. It is extremely pleasant being in Miss Russell’'s company, particularly when there are just the two of you. The young man who had brung her had just said he must go. “Oh, good,” she said—noting Jimmy Stewart, the Rex Harrisons and numerous others in the room—“now maybe they'll talk about us!”

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THEN THE WATERBURY gal who made good said, “I don’t think anything is going to put the film industry out of business. “But I want to try a play again. And I want to do comedy. y “No more of this grand dame stuff or lady executive bossing the devil out of 117 men. “I have to have laughter. I'm not a dame who cares about the applause, although I'll put up with it. But the laughter feeds me.”

About People—

Actress Who Started in 'Sweet-Talking'

Graduates Taking Pick of Own Jobs

I recall the W. P, and A, with some nostalgia, also, because the people who ran it in Washington did not approve of untalented young punks who said they were accountants when they had ma-Jored--you should pardon the term-—in sociology. «Po . BUT IN MY war against the government it gives pleasure to recall that it took ‘em about five months to discover that the fellow who ran the sundstrand was punching his keys under false visas.

There was the job at the Washington Post's |

classified counter, which I treasure as evidence that a man can live on $14 a week for a 14-hour day for seven days a week, and maybe I am a little sorry I swiped the lunch money from the cash register. And the conscience bleeds only slightly when it hit§ me with a long record of pilfered taxi voucherg from the Washington Star, because a young bukk must be mobile, and 12 clams a week leaves him little space to move around in. I dunno, any more. used to smuggle cigarets into Germany by way of the garbage barge back in 1936 should have

decreased the octanage of perfection by some- |

what, but it didn’t. : > > & COMES A WAR and we are still smuggling cigarets into and out of Germany, including some colonels as smugglers. I was no part of a colonel when I served my apprenticeship in contraband. I wasn’t even an able seaman, which is what the

Navy observed rather viciously, I thought, when I

worked for it as an officer and gentleman. We have escaped the premise of the piece. It is that no man should be allowed to savor a steak too early, because a steak is a noble beat, and so is two pairs of shoes.

Skip the syntax, but remember that a guy |

who has two pairs of shoes never forgets the day he put the cardboard in the one pair, and that a man who gobbles a steak never forgets the day when he washed the dishes for other folks who were consuming steaks. That's why I do not like the idea of young people getting jobs too easy. The boons of prosperity are unappreciated unless you suffer some, so’'s to be able to bore your friends,

Roz Wanis Comed —Not Serious Stuff

It took her six years in Hollywood to convince anybody sHe could and should do comedy. > ¢ & “I REMEMBER the morning it happened. They were going to do a hew show and they'd tested everybody but me, Ilka Chase had got it, and was already on a train. “I went into Hunt Stromberg's office and I said to him, ‘Why didn't you test me for that?’ “He said, ‘We thought of you but you're too beautiful for the part.’ “I said, ‘Lock the doors and shut off the phone. I want to take that down. I've had a lot of things said about me but this is the first

time anybody sald I was too beautiful for a

part'.” * B. @ “BUT YOU'RE not a comedienne,” Stromberg said.

“I've got quite a following of people who |

laugh at me—three brothers and three sisters,” she told him. “This poor girl's already on the train and still he says he’ll test me,” Miss Russell continued. “George Cukor was the director, want to tell you before we make the test, I don’t want you to do this part. I want Miss Chase.” So some time later they called her from the projection room where they were watching the test, and she could hear the laughing. “Roz, you're great!” they said. “You've got the part.” “It's the only part I ever fought for, and it changed my career,” she says now. ; LA > WISH I'D SAID THAT: Jan Murray says that the secret of looking good in a dress is to be a girl, dh TODAY'S BEST LAUGH: Jack Barry thinks he knows why so many women look older than they claim. They're tired out from pushing 30..., That's Earl, brother,

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR TWO OR THREE more seas rolled over us with diminishing force, and what happened then I do not

remember, except that water foamed in and out and I myself sank lower and lower toward the red reef over

which we were being lifted in.

to work my way in on to the raft, where we all | made for the after end of the | logs which was highest up on the reef. | At the same moment Knut | crouched down and sprang up | {

| whirling in, and I was able

{ on to the reef with the line | which lay clear astern. While | the backwash was running out, | he waded through the whirling | water some 30 yards in and | stood safely at the end of the | line when the next sea foamed in toward him, died down, and ran back from the flat reef like a broad stream. Erik was now standing ready on the logs aft, and when the sea retired he, too, jumped up on to the reef. It was Herman's turn next, and then Bengt's. Each time the raft was pushed { and, when | Torstein’s turn and my own | came, the raft already lay so | far in on the reef that there was no longer any ground for abandoning her. All hands began the work of salvage. We were now 20 yards away from that devilish step up on | the reef, and it was there and beyond it that the breakers came rolling after one another in long lines. The coral polyps had taken care to build the atoll ' 80 high that only the very tops of the breakers were able to send a fresh stream of sea water past us and into the lagoon, which abounded fa fish. Here inside was the corals’ own world, and they disported themselves in the strangest shapes and colors. A long way in on the reef the others found the rubber

| raft, lying drifting and quite i waterlogged. He said, T |

They emptied it and dragged it back to the wreck, and we loaded it to the full with the most important equipment, like the radio set, provisions, and water bottles.

5 s = WE DRAGGED all this in across the reef and piled it up ‘on the top of a huge block of coral, which lay alone on the inside of the reef like a large meteorite. Then we went back to the wreck for fresh loads. We could never know what the sea would be up to when the tidal’ currents got to work { around us. In the shallow water inside saw something bright shining in the sun. When we waded over to pick it up, to our astonishment we saw two empty tins. This was not

to find there, and we were still

Then only crests of foam full of salt spray came

more surprised when we saw that the little boxes were quite bright and newly opened and stamped “Pineapple.” with the same inscription as that on the new field rations we ourselves were testing for the quartermaster, They were indeed two of our own pineapple tins which we had thrown overboard after our last meal on board the Kon-Tiki., We had followed close behind them up on the reef. We were standing on sharp, rugged coral blocks, and on the uneven bottom we waded now ankle-deep, now chest-deep, according to the channels and stream beds in the reef. Anemones and corals gave the whole reef the appearance of a rock garden covered with mosses and cactus and fossilized plants, red and green and yellow and white. There was no color that was not represented, either in corals or algae or in shells and sea slugs and fantastic fish, which were wriggling about everywhere, In the deeper channels small sharks about four feet long came sneaking up to us in the crystal-clear water. But we had only to smack the water with the palms of our hands for them to turn and keep at a distance. Where we had stranded, we had only pools of water and wet patches of coral about us; farther in lay the calm blue lagoon. The tide was going out, and we continually saw more corals sticking up out of the water round us, while the surf which thundered without interruption along the reef sank down, as it were, a floor lower. What would happen there on the narrow reef when thé tide began to flow again was un-

- certain. We must get away.

8 » » THE REEF stretched like a half-submerged fortress wall up to the north and down to the south, In the extreme south was a long island densely covered with talk palm forest. And just above the north, A aa 700 Bintan. another but considerably smaller palm island. It lay inside the reef, with palm tops rising into the sky and snow-white sandy beaches running out into the still lagoon. The whole island looked like 4 bulging green basket of flowers, or a little bit of concentrated paradise. This island we chose.

Herman stood beside me

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beaming all over his bearded face. He did not say a word, only stretched out his hand and langhed quietly, The Kon-Tiki still lay far out on the reef with the spray flying over her. 8he was a wreck, but an honorable wreck. Everything above deck was smashed up, but the nine balsa logs from the Quevedo forest in Ecuador were as intact as ever. They had saved our lives. The sea had claimed but little of the cargo, and none of what we had stowed inside the cabin. We ourselves had stripped the raft of everything of real value, which now lay in safety on the top of the great sun-smitten rock inside the reef. Since I had jumped off the raft, I had genuinely missed the sight of all the pilot fish wriggling in front of our bow, Now the great balsa logs lay up on the reef in six inches of water, and brown sea slugs lay writhing under the bow. The pilot fish were gone. The dolphins were gone. Only unknown flat fish with peacock patterns and blunt tails wriggled inquisitively in and out between the logs. We had arrived in a new world. I took a last look round on board the wreck and caught sight of a little baby palm in a flattened basket. It projected from an eye in a ‘coconut to a length of eighteen inches, and two roots stuck out below. I waded in toward the island with the nut in my hand. A little way ahead I saw Knut wading happily landward with a model of the raft, which he had made with much labor @n the voyage, under his rm. We so6n passed Bengt. He was a splendid steward. With a lump on his forehead and sea water dripping from his beard, he was -valking bent Jouble pushing a box, which danced along before him every time the breakers outside sent a stream over into the lagoon.

- » » HE LIFTED the lid proudly. It was the kitchen box, and in it were the primus and cooking utensils in good order. I shall never forget that wade across the reef toward the heavenly palm island that grew larger as it came to meet us. When I reached the sunny sand beach, I slipped off my shoes’ and thrust my bare toes down into the warm, bone-dry sand. It was as though I enjoyed the sight of every. { which ah itself Yop The eanh eh that led up to the palm trunks. . Soon the palm tops closed over my head, and I went on, right in toward the center of the tiny island. Green coconuts hung’ under the palm tufts, and some luxuriant bushes were thickly covered with snow-white blossoms, which smelled so sweet and seductive that I felt quite faint.

Roles Finds Bad Girl Parts Much More Fun U. S. A.: The Permanent Revolution—

Actress Jan Sterling, who broke into the theater as a sweet-talking ingenue, finds her hard-talking movie “bad girl” roles much more fun. “The only way to get notice in Hollywood these days is to take the ‘unusual’ parts,” said Miss Sterling. “Anyway,” she added modestly, “I'm not pretty enough to play the ordinary romantic roles.”t Miss Sterling's latest parts include portrayal of a B-girl in “Ace in the Hole” and of a rich girl in “Rhubarb.”

Up to His Ears

{ In Hollywood, a court battle loomed today between Clark Ga-~| ble and his estranged wife, the, former Lady Sylvia Ashley, as the graying screen idol denied she was entitled to alimony. > Possibility of a quick and quiet divorce was apparently ended by his court reply to her divorce action. He said she is not entitled to ali mony because

she is a “mil-| lionaire” He added that alll

their community funds have been| spent or pledged in payment of] community indebtedness during! their 1l5-year- marriage. | Mrs. Gable, widow of Douglas Fairbanks Sr. did not demand, alimony .or community property in the suit, but left the matter open so she could request it later,

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Laetare Medal tonight in South | Bend as.the outstanding Catholic | layman of the year.

Don’t Blame TV

In Elkins Park, Pa., Edward J. [Tierney Jr. and his son Aloysius, {were so engrossed in a baseball {broadcast they din’t notice [flames were licking up a parti-| |tion between the dining room and | {the living room where they sat. | Mr. Tierney's wife, Clara, asleep in a second-floor bedroom, {was awakened by the smoke and [shouted an alarm.

Degree for Pastor

| The Rev. Roland P. Heacock, ! [nearly blind ‘Negro pastor of an lall-white Congregational Church | in. Staffordville, Conn.,, was pre-| {sented last night with an honor|ary Doctor of Divinity degree by! {American International College,

{ - Survives

Near Franklin, Pa., truck driv-| ler Harry E. Wagner leaped from | {his tractor-trailer as it careened| {down a hill at 80 mph after |brakes failed. |

| Although injured, Mr. Wagner| {was more fortunate than another |driver who stayed with his truck lin similar circumstances three {months ago and was killed.

Kid Wants Divorce

Lédtin actor Duncan Renaldo, the “Cisco Kid’ of television, sought a divorce today in Holly-| wood from his second wife, Mrs. | Lea Duncan, charging mental| cruelty. They were married in! 1939 and separated in 1946. I

Little David's

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the Great Smoky Mountains to|stack ladder. He couldn't explain

Atlanta, Ga., Harold Crankshaw how he got there.

kept reaching down to adjust his|

: carburetor because of a nissing CONvalescence

Mrs. James Stewart, wife of the old evangelist and central figure foot rattlesnake coiled around the lanky film star, jrested in her {Hollywood home (today after re- ‘ Indianapolis newspaper writers lease from Cenow handling complicated stories/dars of Lebanon where meat-packing industry fondly re-/ she had been call Isaac M. (Ike) Hoagland, re-|.onfined for a

noise, On arrival, he found a two-

cylinder,

I. Know Everything’

about price stabilization in the Hospital,

tired Armour & Co. vice president, |r onth, now vacationing in Florida. | Mrs.

ists during the meatless days of World War II. “Ike” was consulted so often he jokingly complained that the initials of his nickname stood for “I know everything.”

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Medal Award John Henry Phelan, Beaumont,

In San Francisco, electrician Tex. businessman and phitan-|j oo 00" 0 Elliot Poor, 50, awoke this morn- thropist, will receive the Univer- between his father, his guardian, ing after “too many beers” to sity of Notre Dame's

Driving Scored | Little David Walker, 16-year-

in bitter court fights a few years| 0 lago, lost his Wisconsin driving 1) privileges yesterday on a speeding

charge. | “The laws of government are| different from the laws of the Bible,” Officer Antonio Consiglio quoted the youth as declaring when stopped for speeding 56 miles an hour in a 25 mph zone, Judge John Kenney in Milwaukee Children’s Court: told the jevangelists » 1 “I'l have to treat you just like 'anyone else.” Little David, St. Petersburg, Fla., closed a 3-week revival meeting in Milwaukee Sunday. In 1948 he was caught in a, custody dispute

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True Industrial Democracy Near?

CHAPTER TEN By RUSSELL W. DAVENPORT IN EUROPE, especially in France, there has developed an important political philosophy referred to as the Third Force.

Its admirable aim is to

segregate out the extremes of. left and right, to create a mid-dle-of-the-road democracy, free of totalitarian control, whether Communist or Fascist. To this aim Americans would overwhelmingly subscribe. But the American who troubles to inquire discovers that capitalism is classed by most

| members of ‘the Third Force _

with the forces of the right. European middle-of-the-roaders are not prepared to go along with the kind of economic system inherent in the American way of life. This discovery comes to the average American as a shock. For he can hardly have escaped the conviction that the real third force in the world is the political economy

try. Here indeed, he feels, is the middle ground on which humanity can take its stand against totalitarianism’ of any kind. What has happened thus to separate the European Third Force” from American doctrine? The answer is twofold.

i ¥ " o IN THE FIRST place there has been an almost total failure in communication. As we wrote in a previous installment of this series, American capitalism has been in the process of evolution, almost of revolution. It now bears little resemblance to the brand against which, Karl Marx launched his attack more than a hundred years ago. European capitalism, on the othet hand, has not gone through this transformation. Consequently, when Europeans

talk about capitalism, they ave

referring to something that no longer exists in America. We have in America what Whitney Griswold, president ot Yale University, has called a “mixed state.” Ownership is predominantly private but it is not excfisively so. Even private ownership has in. many instances been highly “socialized.”

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plan for workers in heavy industry in the U. S. (Detroit, 1949.)

At one end of the scale you find such a business as metal scrap, which still operates on a dog-eat-dog basis, the way oldfashioned capitalism was supposed to. At thé other end you find such a thing as the government-owned-and-managed Tennessee Valley Authority. In between are all shades of the economic rainbow: Government “regulation,” as of the railroad. Industries like the garment industry, where well-inte-grated unions. not, only set wages and working conditions but provide in many ways for the security and happiness of. their members. Powerful and efficient producer co-operatives. Many big corporations, some unionized, some not, that have undertaken comprehensive social programs of their own. Americans have . somehow failed to make clear to the world what modern American capitalism 1s like. The result is that the critics of American capitalism are criticizing something that almost literally does not exist. : That basic failure in com-

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munication is discussed at greater length in tomorrow's article, “Have We Any Friends?” # ~ ~ THERE IS, however, a second aspect to the question, which underlies the first: Americans themselves have not yet awakened to the full implications, in modern terms, of their own system. They are aware that they have something but unlike the founders of their own country, they have been unable to give expression to basic truths“they have discovered. 3 The fact is that there exists in America today the makings of a new doctrine, a new answer to totalitarianism, whether of the left or right. It would be wrong to say that all American, businessmen have hecome social angels. Many of them have bucked the trend hard, some are still bucking it. Nevertheless, every year more businessmen see the light and some few even become “missionaries,” The result is that American business is erect-

‘ing a social structure that many ‘a state planner woud envy,

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In the interior of the island two quite tame terns flew about my shoulders. They were as white and light as wisps of cloud. Small lizards shot away from my feet, and the most important inhabitants of the island were large blood-red hermit crabs which lumbered along in every direction with stolen snail shells as large as eggs x to their soft hinder

I was completely overwhelmed. I sank down on my knees and thrust my fingers

deep down into the dry warm

sand. The voyage was over. We were all alive. We had run

ashore on a small uninhabited South Sea island. And what an . island! Torstein came in, flung

Walter Reuther, president of United Auto Workers, shakes hands with John Bugas, director of They had just signed a contract embodying the first pension

A true industrial democracy is emerging. The American worker has won that most basic of social rights, the right to organize and bargain collectively. And this in turn has brought about a very rapid transformation.

The wage level was advanced faster than corporation dividends, for example. In addition, many contracts include severance pay, maternity leaves, medical or hospitalization Insurance, paid vacations, and so forth.

Some call for compulsory arbitration of industrial disputes, others contain various clauses regarding job maintenance, to increase the worker’'s security. Much of this greund has been won - by struggle, sometimes bloody. Yet many businesses have gone beyond the workers’ demards to try out new

systems,

Some, like Procter & Gamble, have developed elaborate employment - stabilization plans,

‘based on an annual work

A coconut from Peru is planted on the island where the Kon. Tiki was wrecked. The coconut palm grew on the cos South America and in the South Sea islands before Coll time. As the nuts will not withstand sea water for any length of time, they must have been spread with man's assistance.

"All well, all well"—Torstein Raaby and Knut Haugland sent out this message hour after hour to coming to search for the Kon-Tiki.

uriously on the ground and smiled up at the white tradewind clouds drifting by weste ward up above the palm tops. Now we were no longer follow. lay on a IA island, in Polynesia. And as’ we lay and stretched ' ourselves, the breakers outside

us rumbled like a train, to and fro, to and fro, all along the horizon.

the book. ‘‘Kon-Tiki-—Ae th Paci on’ s Raft S Publishers. Rand ‘0. Copyright Heyerduhi, (Distributed by he ster snd Tribune Syndicate.)

THE END

EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the 10th of a series analyzing the continuing American revolution. It is taken from the book, “U.S. A.: The Per manent Revolution,” just published by Prentice-Hall. Mr, Davenport is the noted editor and writer, former personal representative of Wendell Willkie. : NN

guarantee. Still others have placed great emphasis on profit sharing. "The American businessman is by no means prepared to admit the worker as a literal partner, but he is well aware that if the enterprise system is to persist, a kind of partnership must be created. . ” - » 3 THE LITERAL-MINDED will insist that the corporation exists to make money. This, of course, cannot be denied; but it is a fractional truth, than can lead —and has led—to fatal errors, The moder American core poration does not define profit in terms of the quickest and biggest dollar that it can make. Nor for that matter does it make the quickest and biggest possible dollar, and then subtract some sop to throw to the employees. Increasingly the definition of “profit” includes factors that have to do with the dollar only in. the remotest way. These are social factors, The modern corporation must meet its social obligations in 1 order to live. It must make a | social - profit for all concerned Eo in order to endure. It may be that the American individual, the community to which he belongs, and the corporation into which his life is geared will fail to meet this new challenge. It may be that forces of industrialization have carried so far, and the ng of our legdership has been so pale, that the revolution will find its end in the shabby alle of the mill towns, which have Been transformed boulevards had x come of age. : Like the founders we presume — and take the Like them, with whatever tations, we must ch individual to grow, TOMORROW: Have Friends? Ni

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