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Walkerton Independent Published Every Thursday by THE [XDEPEXDENT-XEWS CO. Publishers ot the WAIJiEKTON INDEPENDENT NORTH LIBERTY NEWS THE ST. JOSEPH COUNTY WEEKLIES Clem DeCoudres. Business Manager Charles M. Finch. Editor SUBSCRIPTION RATES One Tear * X so Six Months Three Months •••• ••••• TERMS IN ADVANCE Entered at the post office at Walkerton. Ind., as second-class matter. . SHARPS AND FLATS The master who fears his servant is less than a servant. When you have to do a thing over, you always do it better. Girl babies roll their eyes much more than boy babies, says a noted psychologist. AROUND THE U. S. A. Roses for the making of perfumes are grown extensively in Arkansas. More than 2,000,000 wild birds have been banded in North America since 1920. Seven giant, century-old orange trees near Edinburg, Texas, still bear heavily. Thirteen thousand square miles of land in Utah are known to be underlain with coal. Air transports in the United States burned more than 80,000,000 gallons of motor fuel in 1936. There are two blacksmith shops in Jacksonville, Fla., where horse shoeing is a specialty. As the Federal paymaster, the United States Treasury issued 35,735,746 checks last year. The boyhood home of John Hay—-war-time secretary to Abraham Lincoln—was sold recently at Warsaw, 111. Though protected by law since 1883, mountain sheep in California are showing no appreciable increase. A hybrid "weeping elm” in Mingo county, W. V., is believed by botanists to be the only one of its kind in North America. AROUND THE WORLD Germany has 42,706 miles of railway in its boundaries. England’s oldest golf course is believed to be at Blackheath, Kent. Northern Ireland has taken all male teachers from schools in Derry. Supreme courts of 14 nations have powers comparable to those of the United States. Vienna draws its water, famed for its purity, from a distance of nearly 100 miles. In Japan the silkworm furnishes whole or partial livelihood for at least 18,000,000 people. Lime slaked by the heavy rains burst into flames and destroyed buildings at Brixton, England. More than 350,000 Basques are liv-J ing in South America, having been among the first settlers in the Argentine. Victoria square, in the heart of Birmingham, England, has been pronounced the best lighted city square in the land. A suburb of Antwerp in Belgium, named Old God, boasts the greatest film manufacturing plant in the world, with about 18,000 employees. FROM MEN WHO KNOW — The race of fools is not to be counted.—Plato. ’ Flattery is sweet food to those . who can swallow it. Grief best is pleased with grief’s society.—Shakespeare. A lottery is a taxation on all the I fools in creation.—Fielding. Never morning wore to evening but some heart did break.—Tennyson. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.—Auerbach. Be true to your word, your work and your friend. — John Boyle O’Reilly. Every man carries the bundle oi his sins upon his own back.—John Fletcher. FROM BRIGHT MINDS A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck.—Garfield. Eloquence is the mistress of all the arts. —Tacitus. It is much easier to begin than to finish.—Plautus. The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye.—Emerson. We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.—Balzac. A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of a woman.—Whitman.

about: Third Term Ballyhoo. SANTA MONICA, CALIF.— After a president has been re-elected it’s certain that some inspired patriot who is snuggled close to the throne will burst from his cell with a terrible yell to proclaim that unless the adored incumbent consents again to succeed himself this nation is doomed. Incidentally, the said patriot’s present job and perquisites also

would be doomed, so h e couldn’t be blamed for privately brooding on the distressful thought. You wouldn’t call hi m selfish, but you could call him hopeful, especially since there’s a chance his ballyhoo may direct attention upon him as a suitable candidate when his idol

says no to the proposition. He might ride in on the backwash, which would be even nicer than steering a tidal wave for somebody else. Political observers have a name for this. They call it "sending up a balloon.” It’s an apt simile, a balloon being a flimsy thing, full of hot air, and when it soars aloft nobody knows where it will come down—if at all. It lacks both steering gears and terminal facilities. There have been cases when the I same comparison might have been applied not alone to the balloon but to the gentleman who launched it. So let’s remain calm. It’s traditional in our history that no presi- | dent ever had to go ballooning in order to find out how the wind blew and that no volunteer third-term boomer ever succeeded in taking the trip himself. » * • • Modern Prairie Schooners. WE’RE certainly returning — with modern improvements—to prairie schooner days when restless Americans are living on wheels and housekeeping on wheels and having babies on wheels. Only the other day twins were born aboard a trailer. And—who knows?—perhaps right now the stork, with a future president in her beak, is flapping fast, trying to catch up with somebody’s perambulating bungalow. So it’s a fitting moment to revive the story of Early Montana when ; some settlers were discussing the relative merits of various makes of those canvas-covered arks which bore such hosts of emigrants westward. They named over the Conestoga, the South Bend, the Murphy, 1 the Studebaker and various others. From under her battered sunbonnet there spoke up a weather-beaten old lady who, with her husband and her growing brood, had spent the long years bumping along behind an ox team from one frontier camp to another. "Boys,” she said, shifting her snuff-stick, "I always did claim the old hickory w-aggin wuz the best one there is fur raisin’ a family in.” • • • Pugs Versus Statesmen. TT’S confusing to read that poor * decrepit Jim Braddock, having reached the advanced age of thirtyfour or thereabouts, is all washed up, and, then, in another column, to discover that Senator Joe Robinson is to supply young blood on the Supreme court bench, he being but a bounding juvenile of around sixtysix. This creates doubt in the mind of a fellow who, let us say, is quite a few birthdays beyond that engendered wreck, Mr. Braddock, yet still has a considerable number of years to go before he’ll be an agile adolescent like the senator. He can’t decide whether he ought to join the former at the old men’s home or enlist with the latter in the Boy Scouts. Also a perplexing question arises, to wit: Can it be that prizefighting w’ears out both brain and body prematurely, whereas statecraft, while perhaps straining on the vocal chords, provides such complete mental rest that the intellect grows keener the longer its owner serves his country in the halls of congress? • • • Quiescent Major Generals. COMETHING has gone out of life. For months now no general of the regular army, whether retired or detailed to a civilian job, has talked himself into a jam—a raspberry jam, if you want to make a cheap pun of it. Maybe it’s being officially gagged for so long while on active service that makes such a conversational Tessie out of the average brigadier when he goes into private pursuits and lets his hair down. It’s as though he took off his tact along with his epaulettes. And when he subsides there’s always another to take his place. You see, under modern warfare the commanding officer is spared. He may lead the retreat, but never the charge. When the boys go over J the top he is out in front waving a sword? Not so you’d notice it. IRVIN S. COBB. ©—WNU Service. Discover and Invent We discover when we find out something that already exists; we invent when we make anything for the first time. Columbus discovered America, he certainly did not invent it. Men have invented special valves for wireless reception; they did not invent wireless waves, they discovered them. Field Known as Child’s Poet Eugene Field’s poems of childhood gained for him the title of child’s poet.

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Washington. — This article shall be devoted not to politics nor to r. affairs of the govr uture eminent of the naLeaders ti o n exclusively but to the future—the future leaders. It shall be, to that extent, a discussion of fundamentals about which I think there can be no controversy. First, let us take a quick survey. In the Capitol building of our own nation there is raging a bitter debate between two schools of political thought. The question is whether there shall be a law passed that will give to the President of the United States the power to appoint additional justices to the bench of the Supreme court when and if present sitting members reach the age of seventy-five and refuse to retire from active work. In Spain, a bitter political warfare moves on apace. It is over the question whether Communism of the Russian sort or Fascism of the Italian brand should be the dominant influence in the government of that nation. In the Far East, along the Russian border, troops of the Japanese emperor and of the Russian dictator, Stalin, glared at each other. Their controversy also involves political bases. That controversy also is complicated by economic conditions. It is a powder keg. Back in Europe, we find a dictator, Hitler by name, persecuting citizens of Germany almost without end. A political question there is involved and it is complicated deeply by religion and race. Hitler and his minions seek to destroy, first, the Catholic church and, second, the Jews. Somewhat set off by the great Alps, although woven intricately into the whole picture, is another distorted and disturbing condition. In Italy, Mussolini, having most of his people under his steel boot, is now preparing for new crusades. He has ordered all steel producing units in Italy to increase their production to the maximum so that war material will be available. Mussolini wants more territory; he wants to expand the influence of Fascism and he wants to build a gigantic world power in a military way with Rome as the center and with him as the head. • • • Through many years residents of Washington and visitors to the capi- * d *>j* * tai nat * on Building have gloried in a for Future greensward that borders the Potomac river within the District of Columbia. It is a justly famous park, made more beautiful by such stately structures as the monument to George Washington and the great citadel of beauty erected to the memory of Abraham Lincoln. And, to add to this beauty is the vista across the river where stands in grandeur the beautiful home that was the residence of Robert E. Lee—maintaining throughout the years the respect that a nation has for a great military leader. It reposes, or seems to repose, in peace and quiet as do the thousands of men who rest in the hillsides of Arlington National cemetery for which the Lee mansion forms an axis. Now we come to the future. In this peaceful setting for ten days, more than twenty-six thousand boys—the leaders of the future—were congregated in a National Jamboree of the Boy Scouts of America. Tents were everywhere. .Uncounted boys in the khaki shorts, which is their uniform, flitted about the city or held various maneuvers or staged dramas of the ages in a great arena. Among them was a sprinkling, and the number was not more than a sprinkling compared to the boys, of the scoutmasters and mature men who constitute the leadership of this great army of youth. But let me hasten to say that it is an army of peace, not an army of strife. I hope I may be forgiven for interjecting here an expression of my personal feelings. It has been my lot to work hard from the time I put off swaddling clothes. The work I have done and the experiences I have met had a tendency to make me callous, somewhat cynical. But I must confess that on half a dozen occasions as I wandered through this tented city, I gave thought to my own boyhood and to two boys for whom I am responsible, I felt a swelling of pride, a satisfaction of heart, that I live in a nation which has given me the right to liberty and progress. Moreover, there came to me the thoughts of the future of my own two boys and the millions of others just like them— future leaders of a nation that holds forth such possibilities as are best evidenced by the encampment of those twenty-six thousand then within the range of my vision. • * * Then, no tribute to these future leaders of our nation and to the _ nation which bred 7 ribute them can or will to West be complete without mention of Dr. James E. West, Chief Scout Executive. Dr. West was an orphan boy. Worse, he was a cripple. And to add to these handicaps, there was a period in his early life when the keenest medical minds said he could not live and if he did live would be a hopeless invalid. But Dr. West was made out of the same mold from which came the founders of our nation and from whom, as founders, the traditions ajad the methods known now as the American way have grown. It was Dr. West who devoted, indeed, dedicated his life to the or-

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ganization and development of the Boy Scouts of America. It is now an organization of more than two million boys and there are some six million who can be called alumni because they have grown too old to remain in the ranks of active Boy Scouts. I mentioned earlier that this was an army of peace, an army devoted to the maintenance of American traditions. No better proof of this need be given, if any were needed, than the notorious fact that representatives from the three totaliarian states—ltaly, Germany and Russia—are missing from the encampment. In two of those states the Boy Scout movement has been superseded by a dictator’s decree which forces regimentation and militarizing of the youth. They are being trained for war. Happily most coqntries still pin their faith to the virtues summarized in the Scout law—the boys promise not to die but to live, not to cringe but to blossom, by holding themselves ever trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, clean, and last but not least to maintain a reverence for God. So, I think I can be pardoned ior the feeling I have that in this encampment lie the seeds of a continued free America, waiting the time to take root and bloom into manhood. It is from these and from these alone that we can hope to maintain in our beloved nation a political system which warrants neither Communism nor Fascism; .which desires liberty and peace and which challenges the cockeyed theories that government must care for the people rather than the people care for their government. It seemed to me, therefore, to be something of a sour note that the National Youth administration which set up a hideous looking, boxlike structure near the center of the capital city from which literature could be distributed to the Boy Scouts. This structure looked for all the world like a soft drink stand at a cheap carnival and I, personally, resented the action of National Youth administration officials who ordered its construction. I felt this way because the National Youth administration is predicated upon the very theory that I have just condemned—a theory that government must serve as a father for everybody and that it must lay down rules to which all must subscribe. It is the nearest thing to the regimentation that is going on in nations under dictators that exists in our government today. • • • Cabled dispatches from Russia indicate again that the dictator, Stalin, is determined Heavy Hand t o r jd the Soviet of Stalin of anyone and everyone who may be opposed to him. The official announcements of the so-called Soviet government tell of the "liquidation” of numerous individuals who have objected to Stalin's tactics or who are seeking to revise the Soviet system. "Liquidation” in Russia means that those individuals were executed by a firing squad. A dead man can cause no harm to the aspirations of a dictator. The Stalin administration arranges for the "liquidation” of its opponents by coercion of confessions and this is followed up by what the Soviet calls a trial in a court of justice. The courts of justice are owned and controlled by Stalin; they decide as they are told to decide and there is no such thing as an impartial court in Russia because the government owns the courts and names the judges who are to do the government’s bidding. Private advices from abroad seem to show that there is a very serious uprising underneath the surface in Russia. Thousands of Russians have grown tired of having one man determine whether they shall live or die and they yearn again for a system of courts which will determine their guilt or innocence in accordance with honest evidence presented and not in accordance with the way the governing clique wants justice administered. As the Russian judiciary is constructed under the mailed fist of Stalin, courts are a farce. Without such a court structure, however, a dictator could not perpetuate his own power. He must have control of the courts in order to carry out under the guise of law all of the whims and fancies and hatreds that he possesses. A nation of free people does not long remain free after its courts become subjected to the direction and control of one man. Judges who can administer justice without fear or favor are the first perquisite to liberty. © Western Newspaper Union. Most Valuable Wood Teak is the most valuable of all known timbers. For use in tropical countries it has no equal, and for certain purposes it is preferable to other wood in temperate climates, according to Tit-Bits Magazine. Teak has great strength, elasticity, and remarkable durability. It is not very hard, is easily worked, and takes a beautiful polish. The average weight of a perfectly-seasoned piece of teak wood is between 38 and 46 pounds per cubic foot. Once seasoned, it does not crack, shrink, split or alter its shape. Teak grows in India, Burma, Siam, the Philippine islands, and the Malay archipelago. The trees are about 100 feet to 150 feet high, and 2 feet thick when full-grown. They often produce leaves 2 feet long by 1 foot wide, which the natives use for thatching and wrapping bundles. The leaves contain a red dye once used in treating silk and cotton.

Spy © New York Post.—WNU Service. Worse Teamwork Shown by Baseball Bosses Than Help CO MANY things are *>eing blamed upon the weather nowadays that it is a relief to consider Brooklyn’s Dodgers. Since those athletes probably would continue to drop decisions even if they were performing within the shadow of the South pole, this collection of logic is dedicated to persistent customers who annually must be beset by chills while the heat is being turned on elsewhere. Plainly, what is wrong with the Dodgers—as well as with such better favored clubs as the Red Sox and the Indians—is that even worse teamwork is displayed by the bosses than by the hired help. Until the front offices can be made to understand the necessity for co-operation as well as for sustained and intelligent planning, World series must continue to be played at the Polo grounds, at Yankee stadium, and in such other heaven-favored spots. , By this I mean that there are entirely too many straw bosses floating around in the Cleveland, Boston (American league) and Brooklyn offices. There is such an abundance of managers—both of the business and field variety—that there is no real central authority. Instead of being Bill Terrys, Branch Rickeys or Connie Macks, these bossy gentle-

men have become I Jack Horners. Too 1 many of them are • too eager to poke in I their thumbs and I pull out the plums. I Then, with that "Oh, I what a great boy am I I” refrain still on I their lips, they duck I out of the back door I as soon as some one • discovers that a mess has been made out of the pie. Such

confusion, of course, is nothing new in this combination of sport and business that is called baseball. For instance, there are the White Sox. When the lamented Charles Comiskey was in his prime the team made money and won pennants. As he became older he slipped into a mingling of uncertainty and stubbornness that caused him to lean too heavily upon poorly equipped volunteer advisers. For years then, and after his death, the White Sox neither made money nor won pennants. Now a happy understanding between field and office is bringing success again. • • • There also are the Giants. For almost twenty-five years John J. McGraw was the supreme authority and the club was one of baseball's grandest successes. Then some of the players discovered that it was not impossible to go over the "Old Man’s” head. The next pennant wss not won until Bill Terry, who would not accept the job until granted full and unquestioned control, had become manager. Other examples bob quickly to mind. Bucky Harris, who managed two pennant-winning teams under the overlordship of Clarke Griffith in Washington, was not a success in Boston. Marty McManus, for many reasons very popular with the fans, was separated from Red Sox managerial duties ahead of Harris. During the several seasons since he has taken over the same rap, Joe Cronin may have yearned for the peaceful days when he merely had to fight over signs and trades with his father-in-law. Similarly, there is Cleveland. Billy Evans, the business manager, and Walter Johnson, the manager, had a pretty time there, while pennant dreams faded in the heat of their feud. Then a new business manager and a new manager drew the black spots. The quarrels have been no less entertaining and destructive. And meanwhile the Yankees, ruled by Ed Barrow, and the Tigers, directed by Mickey Cochrane, continue to cash World Series checks. In mentioning this, though, I have no desire to be unkind to the various gentlemen who have devoted their years — at salaries considerably more handsome than the results?— to the executive end of the game. I merely am stating facts that are very well known to any one who ever has poked an inquisitive nose into a major league dugout. That these facts always include the case of a club precariously guided by two discordant sets of directors, a bank, a business manager, a probate court, a manager, a clubhouse janitor, a pitcher and an infielder does not particularly disturb me now. Neither does the fact that the club, because of poor deals or lack of any deals, is going nowhere this season or next. ♦ * * They have been touting John Montague, the mystery man of Hollywood, as the greatest golfer who ever lived. Tales of the mythical 62’s and 63’s that he shoots have been sung in countless locker rooms. They have been hinting that he is coming East this summer to play with Dan Topping against Bobby Grant and Tommy Tailor on Long Island.

NOT IN THE BOX SCORE: TIM TEN EYCK Jr., younger son of Syracuse’s old man of the river, is reported in line for that crew coaching job at Princeton ... A special act of congress provides that the Coast Guard must be available to patrol courses wherever boat races are held ... To celebrate his latest wrestling reunion with Jack Curly, Promoter Jack Pfeffer has submitted to a hair cut ... Is it true that Dixie Howell of Rose Bowl fame is due to rejoin the Tigers any day now? They say he is burning up the Texas league. All reports to the contrary, Bill Bonthron will not attempt another comeback. Bonnie’s business is too good and his home life too happy for him to monkey with fate. His workouts are simply to ease the heart that was three times its normal size when he graduated from Princeton in 1934. From now on he’ll merely be in the stands applauding while others are setting track records. Note to the eminent editor Marcus Griffin—“ Why do you keep insisting one of our present day New Y’ork boxing commissioners is copying a page out of the book of a lamented predecessor in the job? Don’t you know that celebrated gentleman never put anything in writing?”... Add scenes I like: Mothers greeting tall bronzed Yale and Harvard sons in the Mohican lobby on the night of the annual boat race . . . Add scenes I don’t like: The way sports writers are letting basebail magnates get away with their plans for ditching that All-Star baseball game the fans like so well. Navy football followers are out on one of the earliest yardarms, many of them already claiming the Eastern championship. Incidentally, they have something more than rumor and the customary handsome donation from congress to support them this time, too. Last fall’s plebe team was one of the strongest in years, the line is heavy, replacements are powerful and Young Bill Ingram ranks with the best triple threats. Larry Snyder. Ohio State track coach, predicts there will be several 7 foot high jumpers in a few years and also 15 foot pole vaulters . . . Two of Snyder’s high jumners, Dave Albritton and Mel Walker, have cleared 6 feet 9 3 i inches . . . Purdue and Notre Dame, who dii Oded a two year series in football a few seasons ago. will play another game at South Bend in 1939 ... Illinois and Notre Dame, who open a two year contract next fall, are working on a new three year agreement beginning in 1940. Bill Dinneen, in his 28th season as an American league umpire, never has missed a game . . . Gene Sarazen plans to compete in the Japanese open golf tournament this summer . . . Lee Grissom, the Cincinnati Reds’ contribution to the National league’s All-Star pitching staff, never had a baseball in his hand until seven years ago . . . Milton Berle, the giggle gagster, is taking boxing lessons from Mushy Callahan, former junior welterweight champion . . . Jack Johnson believes he can outbox Joe Louis right now. . . . Braddock thought so, too . . . Hank Greenberg of the Tigers has bet SIOO that Jimmy Foxx of the Red Sox will finish the season with an average of .320 or better. Nap Lajoie, the old Cleveland second baseman, used one bat throughout his brilliant major league career ... It now is on exhibition at a Louisville bat factory . . . Ace Parker, Duke university’s all around athlete who has been sent to Atlanta by the Athletics, will return to school in February to receive a degree . . . Rowing costs , Harvard from 515.000 to $25,000 annually . . . Bill McWilliams, the former De Paul athlete who began the season with Los Angeles, has replaced Dixie Howell of Alabama and Rose Bowl fame at third base for Memphis . . . Sammy Baugh is playing semi-pro basebail at Pampa. Tex. They say in the locker room— That Gene Sarazen still sticks to his opinion that

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Dutra in the 1933 P. G. A. test at St. Paul. Also that Walsh’s father, who brought five golfing sons into the world, never has had a golf club in his hand and will see his first movie when Parnell gets to Chicago. He was one of Parnell’s followers during the Irish revolution. That Johnny Goodman, who used to be a little fellow himself, told Frank Strafaci to get plenty of sleep if he wanted to put on weight. Johnny is up to 170 now and never gets less than nine hours a night . . . That Johnny Farrell’s favorite color is green . . . That Jimmy Hines is plenty sore because some one printed a story that he uses SSO shoes. It’s true but it gives people the wrong impression, for Jimmy has had the shoes for five years and they have outlasted seven pairs of regular ones. Earle Meadows, the sky scraping pole vaulter, confided to friends he expects to clear 15 feet 3 inches before the season is over . . . But he’ll retire after this year regardless . . . Coach John P. Nicholson of Notre Dame will be in charge of the U. S. track team which tours England and Europe this summer . . The program of the National A. A. U. championships listed 87 officials. . . . Slarjorie Ehrhardt, eighteen-year-old sister of Bess, comely ice queen, has won a scholarship at the I.ake Shore theater colony, Plymouth. Mass., where many a great actress got her first dramatic training.

Sammy Snead will be the greatest golfer of all time whenever the boys try to break him down... That Fiank Walsh, the Chicago - born pro once was given no chance to live after suffering a fractured skull when his auto wrapped itself around a pole. A few months later he was a finalist with Olin

WHO’S NEWS THIS WEEK... By Lemuel F. Parton rFTYfVYTfVTVYYVTTVmVTfYT Loopholes for Statesmen. NJ EW YORK. — Statesmen frequently may be found on this or that side of the loophole. In June, 1933, Guy T. Helvering, now unrolling the government’s roster of alleged tax-dodgers, was the subject of a bitter senatorial debate. Certain senators fought his confirmation as commissioner of internal revenue. They charged that, as an income tax lawyer, he had procured a reduction in the tax bill of the Slim Jim Oil & Gas company from sl,211,000 to 5451.000. However, he was confirmed, and, discharging his official duties, puts the finger on the "wealthy evaders”* for the congressional investigation committee. Prof. Roswell Foster Magill, author of the tax-avoidance report, wrote books giving pointers on legal loopholes, before he went to Washington. No moral turpitude has been charged. It just means that Dizzy Dean may be pitching for Washington next year instead of St. Louis. Commissioner Helvering is a shrewd, portly, ruddy, white-haired Kansas politician who wears good clothes, carries a shiny malacca cane, smokes good cigars, knows his way around and says little. He was in congress from 1913 to 1919, a tax income lawyer thereafter, according to the somewhat heated and vehement charges of Senators Hastings, Couzens and others. He has been a close friend of Postmaster General Farley for many years and it was understood that he was the President’s personal choice for the internal revenue post. He has been active in Kansas politics for many years, a former superintendent of public construction under Governor Woodring, and campaign manager and chairman of the Democratic state committee. He was born in Felicity, Ohio, in 1878. His family removed to Kansas when he was eight years old. He studied law at the University of Michigan, and was county attorney of Marshall county, Kan., before he went to congress. He is one of the hardest men in Washington to see and correspondents have mainly let it go at that. • * * Middle-of-the-Roader. TN R. JAMES ROWLAND ANGELL, retiring president of Yale, is an aggressive middle-of-the-roader,. which seems not such a bad idea, considering the plight of extremists, right and left. He will receive a salary of 525.000 a year as educational counsellor of the National Broadcasting company. L. R. Lohr, president of the NBC, says it will be full time work, adding that "broadcasting has a mandate to operate in the public interest, convenience and necessity.” All this will presumably be in Dr. Angell’s department. It would be difficult to think of Dr. Angell as a mere emeritus. He said he was retiring at sixty-eight "because of obvious and offensive senility,” at the same time demonstrating the contrary by some lusty swings at the New Deal. He will need no time out for road work before taking on the radio engagement. When he retired as dean of i the University of Chicago in 1921, the Carnegie foundation snapped I him up at a fat salary, but, before i he got his chair warm, Yale was after him. He is always in demand. Baccalaureate orators used to see "the orb of Rome sinking in a sea of blood” and warn us that we were getting that way, too. Now we are head : ng “down the same abyss which has engulfed Europe,” which was Dr. Angell’s phrase in his farewell address at Yale. That is, unless we do something to check the slide. He has struck out vigorously against the Supreme court reorganization, sit-down strikes and insidious collectivism as he sees it exemplified. in the present administration. He is a conservative, and “middle-of-the-roader” is an apt term only in denoting his adherence to traditional cultural and governmental patterns. He was a professor of psychology for 26 years before becoming president of Yale, his I father having been president of the ; University of Michigan for 38 years —until 1909. His notable achievements at Yale have been administrative. He effected sweeping reorganizations and during his incumbencv endowments rose from 530.000.000 to $100,000,000. The value of university properties scoring a parallel rise. He was the first president of Yale who was not a Y'ale graduate. Mr. Lohr says, "In joining us he is only changing his base of educa- | tional endeavor from New Haven to New York, from a university to the air.” Erasmus never got a break like that. Nor even Nicholas Murray Butler. It will be interesting to see how the radio fans take to the new curriculum. © Consolidated News Features. WNU Service. Sweet Potatoes in China Sweet potatoes were cultivated in ancient China. Where Tell Won Fame It was at Altdorf, near the south end of Lake Lucerne, Switzerland, th nt William Tell shot the apple off his son’s head. Tell was born in Burglen, a mile distant from Altdorf. Rossini composed most of his grand opera, “Guillaume Tell,” at Brunnen, Switzerland. An Old Pennsylvania Law sylvania auctioneers from handing out free drinss to speed up the bid- . ding.