Washington Times editorial page, Sept. 28, 1936

EDITORIAL PAGE OF MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28,1936 THE WASHINGTON TIMES Is published by American Newspapers, Inc., every week-day in the year, at 1317 H Street Ncrthwest, Washington, D. C. Arthur G Newmyer. Publisher J. J. Fitzpatrick, Managing Editor C nnraev Warfield. Assistant Publisher William C. Shelton, Business Manager Workable Pension Plan Pledged by Landon Use of Taxes for Aged, Not Boondoggling, Should Appeal to Every Voter *7 believe that, as a nation, we can afford old age pensions--that in a highly industrialized coun try they are necessary. I believe in them as a matter of social justice. "Because of my firm belief in the justice, neces sity and feasibility of old-age pensions I am go ing to discuss the present act with the utmost frankness. It is a glaring example of the bungling and waste that have characterized this Adminis tration's attempts to fulfill its benevolent pur poses. It endangers the whole cause of social se curity in this country. In my own judgment-- and I have examined it most carefully--this law is unjust, unworkable, stupidly drafted and waste fully financed." --From Governor Alfred M. Landon's speech at Mil waukee, September 26, 1936.

Governor Landon's earnest plea for an old-age pension and social security system that will WORK is one of the most stirring .and impressive utterances yet made in this campaign. The Governor's deep interest in the poor, the old, the unfortunate --the innocent victims of a world-wide eco nomic cataclysm--has never been better illustrated than in his Milwaukee address. But Governor Landon UNLIKE PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT--insists on a pension and security plan that WILL GIVE RESULTS. He demands that the money for jt be raised by a tax "earmarked for that purpose," instead of by borrowing gigantic sums which, as we all know, will be thrown away on boondoggling projects or similarly wasteful luxuries WITHOUT HELPING THE PEOPLE IT IS DESIGNED TO HELP. He pledges himself, if elected, to sponsor a pension and security law which will NOT be "cruel hoax" on the aged. Which will NOT penalize employment and exploit the employe. Which can be administered WITHOUT a horde of bureaucrats prying into the most personal details of the people's private lives. Which in short, will give security to those who need it and deserve it, without wrecking the financial struc ture of our Government and ending in inevitable dis aster for those who receive security and for those who must provide it. In the eloquent close of Milwaukee speech the Gover nor summed the entire pension and security problem up in two paragraphs. Read them and ponder on them. They are perhaps the first completely honest statement made yet in the campaign on this subject. As such, they ought to sink deeply into the consciousness of every American, young or old: "Let me repeat, I am a profound believer in the justice and necessity of old-age pensions. My criticism of the present act is not that its purpose is bad. It is that this act will involve a cruel dis appointment for those of our people least able to bear the shock of disappointment. "To these--our old people, our workers strug gling for better conditions, our infirm--l will not promise the moon. I promise only what I know can be performed: Economy, a living pension, and such security as can be provided by a generous people." No Real Difference ||k I^/> M//£> VW Wt ■uMSI -Jk""vY I*' 'X! r iVM? •tt* A-- KT Wxaijffii .'.V >i: <H. k.«'feU <xg*i r -'-'.V' I B r <£oßt>Ai4Z_4 OBaB&hMJS-- wJgBS I r The Chinese, as has been remarked, have some peculiar customs in which Americans find much mirth. There is the custom of General Yen Hsi Shan, whose barber shaves him with four guns pointed at his head. If the general gets nicked the barber gets shot. American business men, laughing at the Chinese, probably don't realize that they, too, are working with guns at their heads. They never know when one will go off in Washington and shoot their business so full of restrictions, meddlings and arbitrary regulations that it will soon turn over and die. Deadly Mixture! I POISON MB)--Mi. 1-- Spain brewed a deadly potion With the contents of those bottles Brewed and drank the evil mixture. Now in agony is writhing. The Human Side of the News By Edwin c. am Just the other day I came upon* a brief paragraph in the for eign dispatches which, in its half W W 'v) zw dozen lines, compressed a page of "The Human Side of the News." Paul Chabas, famous French artist,' confided to a Parisian jour nalist that "Sep-! tember Morn" is now 41, married to a rich French industrialist, the mother of three lovely children, and no longer as slender as edwin* c. hill when she posed in sweet nudity for the painting whose celebrity I swept the world. Do you remember "September Morn"--the portrait of the young girl standing in a pool, in un adorned loveliness? One has to go back 25 years for the beginning of the tale. It began in Paris, as it has ended. There, in 1910, lived a prosper ous, affable, middle-aged and mod estly talented artist named Paul Chabas. For years he had ex hibited at the annual Paris Salon, attracting respectful notice, though very little enthusiasm. TWO ENTIRE SUMMERS In 1910 and 1911 he worked pa tiently on a picture which, though he could hardly have anticipated it, was to make him the most talked-of figure in the world of 1 art, and his work the storm-center of a controversy which arouses violent tempers, or equally violent amusement, wherever it comes up. Paul Chabas met an artists' model--a beautiful girl of 16, whose delicate charm fascinated him. Throughout the summers of 1910 and 1911 he worked on her portrait. To do it, they had to spend the summers at Lake Amency, near the Swiss border. Every warm morning, at 8:30, Chabas and his model would walk down to the edge of the water, where she would take off her clothes and adopt the pose with which the whole world has since become familiar. For 30 minutes he would paint, carefully and meticulously, for he was a slow and thorough worker. Then both would adjourn until the next favorable day. By the end of the second sum-1 THE WASHINGTON TIMES ♦mer, "September Mom" was fin ished. Exhibited at the Salon (the Listen, World! Z?z/ Elsie Robinson WOULD YOU TRUST YOUR WIFE TO RUN YOUR BUSINESS' There's "something" about* "Odd" Mclntyre, isn't there? Rid ing far back on the range, where you have to pack 50 miles to the nearest sett lement-- I've found lone ly men and women wait for Odd's column like news from home. Not just i the words he writes, but the spirit behind them.. .a heart- ening warmth that makes you i believe in things again when you've been ready to take the count. When you find a happy steadi ness like that in a man, you can pretty well bet his own life's hit ting on all twelve. Which, ac cording to Mr. Mclntyre, is 100 per cent correct in his case and he gives the Lady Wife credit for it all in the October COSMO POLITAN. I warn you, it's no piece for folks who think they're too smarty to choke up a bit over their First Sweethearts --for Odd not only chokes up but spills clean over. Mrs. O. O. Mclntyre, by his ac counting. is not only a Honey, but THE BEST BOSS a man ever had. And then proceeds to give some information which will probably cause more didoes in the Great American Home than any docu ment ever penned by the hand of man. "I have never," sez he, as calmly as if he were not drop ping matrimony's biggest depth bomb, "signed a contract with my syndicate or with any maga zine that has not been engi neered solely by her. I do not even sit in at the conferences." SORE SUBJECT Whoops, my dearies --if that doesn't Start Something I don't know my Family Dinner Table! For, equal suffrage rumors to the contrary, Mixing-In-With-Papa's- Business still ranks, generally, as high in the list of capital crimes as it did in King Solomon's time. The writer receives several thou sand letters from aggrieved couples. The great majority of these letters spring from the one debate "Who's financial head of the house?" Always a sore subject, it becomes infinitely aggravated if the wife is also a wage earner. 1 Nor is this because most hus- French Royal Academy) in 1912,* it attracted a medal and just the same polite but unexcited com- ♦bands are not loving and generous, or most wives sensible and loyal. Granted all these qualities, the old Pay Envelope still contains as many miseries as Pandora's fa mous box. For though Dad will sacrifice practically everything else he pos sesses for the Wife, when it comes to passing up the Male Ego he balks. To the infinite exaspera tion of his modem mate. "What earthly difference does it make who earns what?'* she snorts. "Haven't women gone on, for ages *n* ages, without having a cent they could call their own? But now, just be cause women have begun to work, you men are all in a dither! You're all so afraid somebody will belittle you that you actually treat women as if we were a bunch of pickpockets! Why, I hardly know a man who--no matter how much he claims to love her--will trust his wife in money matters!'' And the lady's right, lads--more shame to you! Yes, I know --and O. O. Mclntyre admits --that there's many a nitwit female who doesn't deserve trust. But how about the nitwit males, including that original cry-baby Adam, whom women have stuck to re gardless of their bum manage ment? THE SECRET Be that as it may, no such argu- ments disturb the Mclntyre outfit j where, for 28 years, the Old Man! has handed his pay check over regularly to The Only Girl, with never a regret. The secret of their success? I sus pect it's more even than a man's trust or a woman's worthiness. You have heard it said that "greater love no man can show than that he lay down his life for his friend.'' But there is more than one way to lay down one's life. To die for the beloved--that calls for courage and love. But it requires infinitely deeper devotion to "lay down one's life'' while living.. to-put aside that stupid fear and conceit which walls one soul from another and to say, with all one's heart-- "For better or worse, in hu mility or pride, our lot is one, my darling!" (This column welcomes and requests comments. Letters pre senting personal problems may also be sent. All letters will be handled confidentially and an swered promptly if stamped, ad dressed envelopes are included.) (Copyright. 1133. by King FeaUlrei Syndicate, Ine,) W ElMe Robinson Can the sufferer survive it, Or will that dark draught prove fatal? Those concoctions have killed others. For both bear the label: POISON! By Nelson Harding Greatest Show on Earth ♦ment from critics to which Chabas had been accustomed for 25 years. No one seemed to want to buy the picture. Chabas brought it to New York, where a firm named Braun ex hibited it in their Manhattan window. The next character to appear in this remarkable drama is Anthony Comstock, perhaps the most fa mous of all Puritans. And if Anthony Comstock, ever on the alert for anything calcu lated to besmirch or corrupt the morals of the free Republic of the United States, had not happened to be strolling, eagle-eyed, down Forty-sixth Street, New York, one afternoon in May, 1913, the rest of the events recounted here would almost certainly never have taken place. He saw the painting of the nude girl in the window. She stood up to her shins in water, and seemed afraid to go in fur ther. The picture was labeled "Sep tember Mom." Comstock was en raged and horrified. He stormed into the shop. "There's too little morning and too much maid," he roared to the manager. "Take it out." STILL ANONYMOUS But the manager refused. The next day all New York, and very soon all the world, had heard of "September Mom." It was indeed the picture of the year. It raised a storm of contro versy in every newspaper. Reproductions of the picture were on calendars, cigars, sus penders, postcards. chocolate boxes. Crowds fought to see the original. ww. I l i WyFfc' A couplet of anonymous au thorship swept the English-speak ing world. It went: Comstocks arose in every com munity in America and Europe. Furious anti-Comstocks shouted them down. The picture was world-famous. And now Chabas, world-famous, too, recalls that his charming young model (whose name was never revealed) is middle-aged and married, a contented mother and, alas, growing plump with the years. But her famous portrait hangs now .in a luxurious mansion in Plassy, the Mayfair of Paris, the proud possession of an oil mag nate who is one of the richest men in the world. (Copyright, 1»3», by King Feature* Syndicate, Iso.) TECHNICAL TERMS 4 Committee members and spec tators at the Senate hearings on "labor-spy systems" were amused as well as astounded at the tales told by the witnesses in the Capi- tol last week. I n t e rlarded with the stories of such sadistic p r a c t i c es as slugging, using live steam on s trike rs and pickets, electro cution and shootings were moments of a much lighter nature. One of the witnesses who boasted of al being "chief of s<>na,, r Thoma. operations" on several "jobs" ex plained for the benefit of Senator Elbert D. Thomas of Utah just what a "hooker" meant. This witness said the term "hooker" originated right in Washington under the Bums ad ministration. It was understood he meant when William J. Burns was in charge of the Justice De partment agents. He said one of the men from the South was very fond of fishing for catfish. He used to catch a plenty and so when he went out to make a pinch one time he came back and announced: "I hooked him." The witness said the use of the term in the strike-breaking business was new to him as he always heard it referred to as "roping." "Roping," he said, meant to get a man working in a mill to spy on his fellow workers; "fink" is a man who actually takes the place of a striker and works at his job in the mill; a "noble" is a guard who is used to watch the property, slug the pickets and do anything else his agency de sired done. PUZZLERS Overheard in a Capitol cor ridor. A guard was talking to his friend: "Os all the nonsensical ques tions I've had asked me since I've been on the job the one today was the worst. I saw a couple walking around the Cap itol looking in here and there. "Finally they came up to me and asked me where the animals were. I told them this was the Capitol and not the Zoo and they just looked at me and walked away. "A lady asked me the other day where the elevator was to the dome. I told her there wasn't any. She wanted to know why? I don't know. I guess there ought to be one. So many people ask for it. I guess a lot of people think we had one once. "It's the same about the Pres- Marry-Go-Round By Helen Rowland THE "MISUNDERSTOOD" SEX "The Man Who Understood* Women" was the title of a popu lar little book about a man who didn't, if memory serves me. Here and there, you may meet a man who understands how to attract women, how to charm them and even how to make a woman happy. But no man really understands women! And here are some of the things that keep men guessing: Why a woman doesn't seem to be able to strike a happy medium between over-dressing in town and under-dressing at the beach. Why she is always sweetest and most amiable when she is plan ning to blow him up the moment they get away from the party. Why, the more intelligent and efficient she is. the less she rel ishes being admired for her brains and her mental achievements. Why she thinks she has a 99- year lease on a man's affections, just because he offered her a few weeks' option. Why she thinks more of the man who feeds her 2 cents' worth of baloney than of the one who dines her on terrapin, but forgets the applesauce. Why she can't realize that a summer love affair is like a rub- Today's Boondoggle The town of Boone, N. C., must have been in a sorry condition indeed until the WPA came to its rescue and started work on a project which is described in the records here as follows: "Repairing streets, building sidewalks, scarifying old sur faces, constructing headwalls and culverts, laying pipe, clear ing and grubbing." The work is to cost $91,284, or about S7O for every inhabitant of the town, and of this sum the Federal Treasury will con tribute more than 80 per cent. Moreover, this project alone should provide steady employ ment for one year to the heads of 130 families. According to the census records, there are only about 260 families in the entire town of Boone, and half the population, therefore, will be living off the WPA for twelve happy, carefree months. Boondoggling? Well, Boone-doggling at least. (Copyright, the New York Bun) MONDAY, SEPT. 28, 1936 By Frank Miller Smith ident. They think he lives here. A lot of them will ask, 'Where does the President sleep?* I tell them about a mile from here and they don't believe me. "They must have heard about the President's room. But the President use that. He's never been in it. In fact, he's only been up here two or three times. "I don't see why people don't know more about their Govern ment." WOODEN MONEY Os course you've heard the warning: "Don't take any wooden nickels." The committee in charge of the Lynchburg Sesquicenterinial cele- bration decided that it would be a good thing to capitalize on it. They have gotten out a thin wooden wafer about the size of a cigarette coupon. It's worth a nickel if presented to the com mittee headquarters before fie celebration is finished. AMUSING Into the torrent of political lit erature has been injected a pamphlet labeled "Uncle Sam s Farmyard." It was written by Owen R. Wasburn and carries on the cover the legend: "Since men refuse to reason the animals and fowls speak plainly of these alarming times." Inside the front cover it says: "Children should buy their book of fables for the edifica tion and instruction of parents, and parents should secure it for 1 the education of those with ten der minds." Its thinly veiled sarcasm makes it amusing reading. PROTECTIVE Someone apparently thought the committee investigating the labor "spy systems" might be in danger. A lieutenant of the Capi tol police and five privates have attended every session. At the opening session, three of the men stood behind the chair man's desk at all times. So far the only service they ren dered was to see that the glasses on the table were well filled with ice water. They are much better at this job than most waiters. VERY LIKELY Anyone who wants anything done these days knows that this is election year and the campaign is on. They are putting out the old dodge: "Walt until after election, things will be different." COUNT TEN Charges about the abuses of franking privileges have made some secretaries on the Hill so, jittery that they are thinking once, twice, and three times before they send out anything. ♦ber bathing suit or a straw hate good for one season only. i Why she harps on the "good pal" racket, and then gets sore or hurt if he drops the gallantry and tries to be really platonic. i Why it gives her a thrill to see the heroine being bullied or bossed by the he-man lover in the movies when she would flatten any man out if he tried "that stuff" on HER. Why she never seems to know when love is done --but always insists on trying to add a post script or stage an encore. Why she gets a kick out of leaving daubs of lipstick all over a man's collar--as though it were her trademark. Why she would rather be one of a half dozen women in a man s life than only one of TWO. i Why she thinks of herself as I tender-hearted and a good sport, yet will cheerfully use the orchids which one man has sent her as

1 f w <l rTaKtec bait with which to catch another. And why the poet should have i credited her with "infinite va i riety," when all women react in' i exactly the same way under the same given circumstances. i (Copyright. 1536, by King Feature* Syndicate, Inc.)