The Syracuse Journal, Volume 29, Number 38, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 January 1937 — Page 4

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The Syracuse Journal Published Every Thursday At 1 Syracuse, Indiana. Entered as second-class matter on May 4th, 1908, at the postoffice at Syracuse, Indiana, under the Act of Congress of March 3rd, 1879 SUBSCRIPTION RATES r_ One Year, in advance $2.00 Three Years, in advance —.— $5.00 Six Months in advance . SI.OO Single Copies -5 Subscriptions Dropped if Not Renewed When Time Is Out SYRACUSE PUBLISHING COMPANY, INC., Publishers F. Allan Weatherholt, Editor THURSDAY, JANUARY 21, 1937 . Journal’s Platform CIVIC ENTERPRISES Better Street Lighting. ' Beautified City Park on Lake Front. Sewage Disposal System. Public Tennis Courts. Adequate Playground Bathing Beach. PRIVATE ENTERPRISES Dog Race Track. More 1 otel Accomodations. Industrial Plants. Amusqment Park. ACCOMPLISHMENTS Re-organized Yacht Club. Grade Crossing Protection. Action on Road 13. . Broader Publicity. For Lakes.

Our Modern Indiana Highways

nine-thousand mile network of modern state highways, linking together every community, is one of Indiana’s "major as-

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sets for richer enjoyment of the state parks, scenic areas and points of historic importance. Motorists find Indiana’s state highways leading through ever-changing but ever-inter-esting scenery—from the industrial area and the beautiful lake region of the north through the rich agricultural middle section to the rugged, picturesque country of the south with its mines and river ports. The state parks, memorials, forests, factories, cities and farms —all are threaded together by this modem state highway system. Dustless and carefully marked for the guidance and safety of the traveler, motoring is a pleasure for every member of the party. Indiana is widely known for the excellent maintenance of the state highways and for the es- , forts made to increase the safety of the motorist using tliese highways. The State Highway Commission believes that “it is just as important for the motorist to arrive at his destination safely as it is for him to get there at all.” During recent years many millions of dollars have been and are being spent for the modernization of Indiana’s state highways and railroad intersections. This investment is being made for the widening and improvement of the traveling surface; for the widening of culverts and bridges; for the separation of highway and railroad intersections and the installation of flasher warning signals; for the elimination of curves and grades where sight distance is limited; for reflectorized warning and caution signs to safeguard the night driver, and for sidewalks on bridges and other structures near cities and towns. ’ Indiana pioneered in the widening of shoulders along the traveling surface of the state highways a program that has far-reaching value- in increased safety for the motorists, in increased attractiveness, and in providing for future highway needs. Widening the shoulders, and moving side-ditches away from the traveled surface, has led to a reduction in motor accidents. The Actor's PraqerBy Dr. Frank Crane

H, God, here in my dressing room, with the door shut, I aip alone with Thee. ] am glad I know the great spirit that

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stands silently by, here, as in every place where a human heart is beating. Can not an actor be God’s man? Can not I, whose business it is to play, be as conscientious as those in authority or pencil or solemn function? Convention classes me and my fellows among the loose and thoughtless. So Thou art my secret. I triumph inwardly to find Thy presence and tast the mystic joy of Thy friendship, while the world suspects not. Thou washest my' heart clean as the * Priest’s. Thou gives me a holy ambition to do my work well, that I also may be a devout craftsman. Thou teachest me subtle ways to resist despair, to master my passions, to heal unworthy weakness; the rare medicine of Thy presence is for me, too, as well as for the cloistered monk or meditating scholar. # , Teach me to be great among the many who are content to be called great. Reveal to me the satisfaction of virtue, the inner rewards of loyalty, helpfulness, and self-control. Let me be an unusual person because of that simplicity of heart and that loveableness of nature that I learn from Thee. May I also touch the infinite and share the divine current that thrills all high souls. Save me from the bogs of pettiness, from egotism, self-pity, envy, and all the corrosives that mar life. I do not serve in the temple; mine is no solemn office nor critical station; but I thank Thee that the river of God flows through the streets of the city and whosoever will may. drink. Make me to achieve a better success in my role before the ever present audience of the angels than I hope to have when I play my part upon the mimic stage. Ever, in all junctures, in hours of lightness as in stress or trail, God of my soul, help me to play the man. Amen.

Editorial Os The Week (From the Chicago Evening American January 14, 1937.) Now that another American child has been kidnaped and murdered as brutally as the Lindbergh baby, the American people can credit themselves with the crime. Why? , Because the American people have tolerated for. years—and still tolerate —a combination of crackpot penology and crooked politics that makes this country a paradise FOR THE CRIMINAL. Whether the Mattson boy was killed by a hardened ex-convict or by a “first offender” doesn’t much matter. Everybody knows that in spite of the efforts of the G-men and of state and local police, and the press, and the church, and the schools, and the home —the odds are all in favor of the criminal in these enlightened. United States. Chances are, of course, that criminals will. be eventually caught. Chances are then that they will either escape sentence, or if sentenced, that they will serve but a small portion of their terms and be free to commit more crimes. Under such circumstances, why expect either an actual criminal or a POTENTIAL criminal to go straight? Both the old hand at crime and the novice realize that with a little political “influence” they can probably escape the consequences of their acts, and that even without influence they can usually rely on soft-hearted sentimentalists and soft-headed parole boards to intercede for them —too often with success. In England, when a ciminal goes unpunished, it’s news. Over there, the novel view prevails that the public has rights to be protected, including the rights to life and property. In America, it’s, news when a criminal IS punished. Here the view seems to be that HIS rights and privileges and feelings are more important than the public’s. So we have kidnapings that would disgrace bandit-ridden China, and a murder and robbery toll that leads the civilized world. In those respects it’s “AMERICA FIRST”, and we’re so far ahead that we don’t even have healthy competition. "By Products" From the Notebook of the Late Arthur Brisbane IN these days, much of the profit and sometimes the whole of success depend upon utilizing the odds and ends, the so-called “by-products”. The by-product is something apart from the main article manufactured, and yet something that has an actual value of its own. For instance, in the manufacture of gas there are many by-products; these are obtained from the coal as 3 the latter is made into light-ing-gas. And these by-products, including the coke from the coal, actually t suffice to pay the cost of the gas. All kinds of big businesses have their by-pro-ducts. their little odds and ends that pay well. In Mr. Armour’s enormous meat factory, for instance, there are endless by-products, from the pig-tails which are dried and sold as it delicacy, to the hair of animals made into a powerful, valuable kind of rope. If Mr. Armour neglected making the hair rope, or selling the pigtails, it would make a big difference in his dividends. The point for the reader is this: The individual man does not manufacture as a rule. But we are, all of us, dealers in time. Time is the one thing we possess. Our success depends upon the use of our time, and its by-product, the odd moment. Each of us has a regular day’s work that he does in a routine, more or less mechanical, way. He does his clerking, his writing, his type writing, or whatever it may be, so many hours per day. And that ends it. But what about the by-product, the odd moments? Do you know that the men that have made great successes in this world are the men that have used wisely those odd moments? Thomas A. Edison, for instance, was hammering away at a telegraph-key when he was tele-graph-operator on a small salary. He didn’t neglect the odd moments. He thought, and plarfhed/and tried between messages. And he worked out, as a by-product of his telegraph job, all the inventions that have given him millions, and given to the inhabitants of the world thousands of millions’ worth of dollars in new ideas. “Letting well enough alone” is a foolish motto in the life of a man who wants to get ahead. In .the first place, nothing is “well enough,” if you can do better. No matter how well you are doing, do better. There is an old Spanish proverb which says, “Enjoy the little you have while the fool is hunting for more.” The energetic American ought to turn this proverb upside down and make it read, “While the fool is enjoying the little he has, I will hunt for more.” The way to hunt for more is to utilize your odd moments. Every minute that you save by making it useful, more profitable, is so much added to your life and its possibilities. Every minute lost is a neglected by-product—once gone, you will never get it back. Think of the odd quarter of an hour in the morning before breakfast, the odd half-hour after breakfast, remember the chance to read, or figure, or think with concentration on your own career, that comes now and again in the day. All of these opportunities are the by-products of your daily existence. Use them, and you may find what many of the greatest concerns have found, that the real profit is in the utilization of the by-products. Among the aimless, unsuccessful or worthless, you often hear talk about “killing time.” The man who is always killing time is really killing his own chances in life; while the man who is destined to success is the man who makes time live by making it useful. Arthur Brisbane.

The Syracuse journal

'"God Is Behind Me— I Can't Let Him Down” (Reproduced from the Chicago American, Thursday, January 14.) By ELSIE ROBINSON LETTERS scores, hundreds, thousands of eager letters—pouring in with every mail since we first told the youngsters they could share this space. And out of those letters, fresh laughter, clean fire, to blow away, burn away the cobwebs from America’s tired brain. Or sometimes a picture to wring your heart. This one, for example: A girl, still in her ’teens, struggling to get an education. Working in a restaurant. Ever been a hasher? Know_ what it means to go shuffling around in a daze ... shouting orders from a throat raw with fatigue . . . swollen feet, skidding over the greasy floor. . . thin shoulders straining under a brutal load? Shivering down to woi*k through the icy ooze of dawn.. . . crawling back to your bed when the lights are guttering out And, in between times, trying to get something into your head. Facts, figures, dates and diagrams into your dazed, sick head ... into a body that’s dizzy-doped for sleep. Ever know what it meant to be young, like that? Dorothy Root does. (Real name? Yes. And she game me her address, too. So do thousands like her. Weary, shabby young things, fighting for an education. Lashing their half-grown bodies to get a colledge degree. No proms for them. No pretty clothes. No rah-rah campus carryings-on. Drudgery, rags ... lonely, dog tired hours in dreary attic rooms. That’s the picture Dorothy unconsciously told, talking about Young America for the column. Self-pity? Not a word of it! Bitterness? Never a hint! Chin up, fist clenched, this kid is bucking the game. And sees in her struggle no greater courage than a million others display. Game little scout! But it’s one paragraph in her letter that I want to leave with you* today . . . one paragraph that left this writer sitting still for a long, shamed pause: “Why am I doing it?” Dorothy asks. “Because I have to! My father is slipping. I have a small brother and sister who must be educated. Soon it will be up to me to take care of the family. But I’m not complaining. None of us working young people do. We’re thankful that we have the health and opportunity to get through college under any circumstances. “Only sometimes —when the wind blows my star under a cloud and 1 can’t see it—l wonder then, Elsie, if it’s all worth while. Then, suddenly, I see my star again, and I know I can’t quit—“For God is behind me, and I can’t let Him down!” Read that again. “God is behind me —I can’t let Him down!” > No poet ever wrote a more singing line. No soldier ever shouted a more ringing challenge than that. God is behind you—you cannot let Him down! It does not matter what you call your God nor who you are, in yourself, nor what your record may be. Whoever you are, whatever you believe, God is behind you. God is in you . . . in some shining dream you have always cherished, in some faith you have always kept, in some hunger for beauty, or love of decency . . . even in the respect you still hold for your own discouraged or defeated self. God is backing you—do not let Him down! Hold on to that dream! Fight for that faith! Protect that self-respect! Preserve that hunger for the beautiful and true! These things are truly the living goodness whose spark burns forever in each one of us. If that weary shabby, bewildered child, slinging short orders in a campus case can protect her spark—so can you! God is behind you ... you cannot let Him down! Two Minutes To Live

. don’t know what I would do if I had only “two minutes to live,” or what message I should give to the world. If I really thought I had onlylhat time to live, I should like to take time to think up a fine and noble message so that my last words might have the dignity of those we have read about,

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which probably weren’t last words at all. However,! think if I had the power to do what I wish to do for humanity, I would give to every person the ability to put himself into the place of every other person in the world. In this way he would have that education, that culture which comes of the highest quality of imagination and that quality, I take it, has been most perefectly exemplified in the poets and saviors of the race, in that they were able to feel and suffer what others were feeling and suffering, and when we come to a time when we realize just whaCthe other fellow is suffering we will be moved by the desire to help him, and when we are moved by the desire to help him we come to a time when we see that this help must be administered intelligently, and ultimately we realize that it is the denial of liberty, political and economic, in the world which is the cause of most of its suffering. If we had a world made up of people possessing this quality of imagination, this kind of culture, we would soon do away with the causes of involuntary poverty, and to do away with involuntary poverty would mean to do away with practically all the crime and vice and most of the suffering in the world. —Brand Whitlock, s' -. Every war is a national calamity whether victorious or not. Gen. Von Moltke.

Outdoor Indiana

By Virgil M. Simmons, Indiana Commissioner of Conservation Tree seed obtained from Russia under an exchange agreement with the U. S. S. R.. commissar of forests, will be used by the Division of Forestra for experimental plantings on state properties next soring. Seed from native Indiana trees — including black walnut, tulip, poplar, red oak—and from hawthorn, viburnum, persimmon and sassafrass will be sent to Russia for forestry experimental use. In return the Divion of Forestry will receive seed from native Russia species of maple, walnut, oak, chestnut, and other hardwoods. Other seed species to be received have been selected for their wildlife food value. The experimental plantings to be made with the Russian seed as a part of the general research program are tentatively scheduled for the Clark, Jackson, Pike and Wabash county state forests and for the Jasper-Pulaski state game preserve. All seed to be received for planting on the state properties will be inspected by the U. S. Department of Agriculture to assure freedom from disease. Through the experimental plantings of seed from Russia, the Division of Forestry hopes to select various species which will be more suitable for reforestation plantings than trees native to the state. It is anticipated that the chestnut trees for example, will not be affeced with bight, and that other species will

K WK ' > W iMi iHOjB VIRGIL M. SIMMONS have a greater resistence to disease. '■ Other results anticipated are that hardwood species will be developed which will grow on the types of Indiana soil where conifers now are generally used. Climatic and soil conditions in the sections of Russia from which the seed will come, are said to this state iNc Td ne shrdl fmm compare favorably with areas in i this state where reforestation is possible.

11 BULLETS or JUSTICE If By REX COLLIER

’ “Pretty Boy” Floyd.

“PRETTY BOY” FLOYD

HARLES “PRETTY BOY” FLOYD, who notched hi s watch ten times to keep tab on his killings, feared death

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in the electric chair far more than he did bullets of the G-men. He weighed the prospects of both —and chose the latter. The result was inevitable, under the circumstances. Federal bureau of investigation agents have been accused of shooting him in the back, in “cold blood.” There were rumors among critics of the bureau that Floyd fell on his knees and begged for mercy as ruthless agents poured lead into his. body. It has been reported Floyd repeatedly offereu to surrender before G-men caught up with him, but that J. Edgar Hoover rejecte 1 the offers and ordered his men to ‘kill Floyd on sight.” There is no doubt there was considerable sympathy in scattered places for this notorious outlaw and killer from the Cookson hills. Yet this was the man who cooly turned a “tommy” gun on F. B. I. agents and police in the Kansas City union station massacre, and then cut four more notches on his “lucky piece” fob and watch; and who killed, kidnaped and plundered his way to the top of the list of public Enemies. The record of Floyd’s crimes provides a gory chapter in the books of the federal bureau of investigation. Finis was written to that story when a squad of F. B. I. agents and police shot Floyd fatally in an Ohio corn field on the afternoon of October 22, 1934. The true details of that shooting and the events immediately preceding it have been unfolded to me by the F. B. 1., so that the public may judge whether Floyd's death was “justified.” Hoover’s men began their hunt for “Pretty Boy” after the ambushing of four officers and their prisoner, Frank Nash, early on the morning of June 17, 1933, as they arrived in Kansas City, Mo., from Hot Springs, Ark., where they had captured Nash. When the officers started to get into waiting automobiles in front of the station, three men opened fire with machine guns, killing Special Agent Raymond Caffrey, Chief of Police Otto Reed of McAlester, Okla., and Detectives Hermansc and Grooms of the Kansas City police. Nash was killed also, in the cross-fire. ° Eyewitnesses picked a photograph of Floyd as that of one of the killers. It was learned, moreover, that Floyd and his pal, Adam Richetti, had driven into Kansas City the previous night in the car of a salesman whom they had kidnaped, after abandoning a stolen car in which they had kidnaped the Sheriff of Bolivar, Mo. Co-operation of police in various parts of the country was enlisted in the hunt for Floyd and Richetti. Months passed. Floyd was reported in nearly all parts of the country — often at the same time. All tips and leads, however minor, were run down by the tireless agents. Here are the facts on Floyd’s offers to surrender. - An emissary of Floyd relayed to Hoover what he "claimed was a message from the fugitye, the emissary explaining he did not know where Floyd was, but that “Pretty Boy” was willing to “consider” giving himself up if the goVermnent would promise not to send him to the electric chair. Hoover sent word back to Floyd that such a proposition was out of the question, that he and his men intended to make Floyd, sooner or later, pay the full penalty of the law for the merciless massacre at Kansas City. Hoover ordered his men to intensify their hunt for Floyd and Richetti, but it can be said definitely that at no time were “shoot on sight” or “shoot to kill” orders issued tb the G-men by Hoover. During this time, Floyd and Richetti, with two girls who had been in shooting scrapes with them in Ohio in years past, had been hiding out in a respectable apartment house in Buffalo, N. Y. The men seldom ventured out of the apartment. Neighbors afterward said they often heard someone walking up and down the floor at night, as though pacing restlessly. After staying in Buffalo more than a year, the pair grew increas-

Jap De Luxe Trains TOKYO, Jan. 20 (INS)—Because foreign visitors invariably complain about ntiquated lavatory facilities, and the bsence of proper dressing rooms on Japanese trains, the bureau of tourists industry is seeking to have 10 special de luxe first class cars built for the exclusive use of foreigners. The bureau will also urge the construction of more picturesque station buildings at the principal tourist resorts.

THURSDAY, JANUARY 21. 1937

ingly restless and decided to venture back to their native Oklahoma hills. With the girls they set out from Buffalo about the middle of October, 1934, in a newly-purchased car. They headed first for Ohio, where Richetti’s “connections” lived. Floyd and Richetti alternrted at the wheel. Floyd was driving through a rainstorm on the outskirts of Wellsville, Ohio, early on the morning of October 20, when the car skidded into a telephone pole. Floyd and Richetti took their guns and baggage out of the car and sent the girls into Wellsville to have repairs made to the car, which was not seriously damaged. t A resident of the community several hours later saw Floyd and Richetti lying on the grass in a • field not far from the scene of the ■ accident. He thought they were and telephoned to police headquarters at Wellsville. When the police officers appeared, in civilian clothes, Richetti , was asleep on the grass and Floyd was seated near him. Floyd jumped up, leveled a pistol at the officer and ordered the latter to “stick ’em up.” The police officer pretended he was a workman enroute to a nearby factory, but Floyd refused to accept the explanation and called to Richetti, who had awakened, to “let him have it.” A brief gun battle ensued, with Richetti and Floyd running down a hill. None of the bullets took effect, but Richetti, having emptied’ his gun, surrendered. Floyd es-. caped into the woods. Still believing his captive was a tramp, the officer took Richetti to the police station, where he gave a fictitious name and identified Floyd as “Joe Warren,” of Toledo. Sheriff Long, of Steubenville, who had become familiar with Richetti’s appearance through photographs supplied by the G-men, dropped in the Wellsville police station on another matter while Richetti was being questioned. He recognized him immediately and called him by name. Richetti thereupon admitted’ his identity. The Wellsville officer then identified Richetti’s companion as Floyd. Sheriff Long notified the Cincinnati office of the F. B.' I. and the federal forces promptly swung into action. Inspector Samuel P. Cowley was in the vicinity in connection with the Stoll kidnaping investigation. Special agents proceeded to the East Liverpool airport by plane, where Sheriff Long met them. East Liverpool police were enlisted in the manhunt. Woods were searched and roads blocked. Learning that a man answering Floyd’s description had asked for lunch at a farmhouse near East Liverpool, the F. B. I. agents and East Liverpool officers proceeded to the farm. About 4 p. m. Monday, October 22, 1934, as this squad was making a systematic search of farms in that vicinity, Floyd was seen in an automobile which a farmer was starting to drive from behind a corn crib, on the farm cf Mrs. Ellen Conkle. He had asked to be driven to Youngstown. When Floyd spied the officers he ordered the farmer to back the car up behind the crib. Floyd jumped from the car as it backed up, dashed past an outbuilding, across an open field and over a ridge toward nearby woods. The agents and police pursued him and commanded him. to surrender. Floyd’s response was a gesture of defiance. He may have been thinking of that electric chair. Instead of stopping he whipped out a .45 caliber automatic pistol —he was carrying two—and chose to fight it out The agents fired first. Floyd was running to,seek protection of a dense woods. With his head and shoulders turned toward the officers, he flourished his gun. The agents paused and aimed their guns. They knew that to permit him to gain the woods would give him an advantage which doubtless would result in the loss of the lives of several agents. He fell, mortally wounded, with his pistol, fully loaded, still in his hand. The other pistol, a .45 caliber automatic, was in his belt An extra clip was in his pocket Floyd was shot at 4:10 p. m. and he died in the Conkle house at 4:25 p. m. He admitted his identity just before he breathed his last. He refused to answer further questions. With his dying words he cursed his captors. WNU Service.

Bilingual Parrot HOOSPSTAD, Orange Free State, Jan. 20 (INS) —A parrot which has just died here aged 103, could talk in two languages — English and Arfikaans. Every phrase it uttered was spoken in both tongues, as though it were giving a translation of its remarks. Sometimes it spoke first in English, and sometimes in Afrikaans. Every phrase it uttered ways “transited” its words into the other language.