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Rural Boys 'Make Good'
As President's Advisers I
Harry Hopkins and Leon Henderson Have
FDR’s Confidence in Policies
Vital to U. S. Welfare. I®
By BAUKHAGE
National Farm and Home Hour Commentator.
(WNU Service, 1343 H Street N. W.,
Washington, D. C.)
WASHINGTON. — America faces
its second crisis under Roosevelt
Whether America knows it or not—
and by the time this reaches print
the last doubt may be removed—the
President knows it now. The first
crisis was the peak of the economic
panic. The present one is the valley
of allied fortunes.
The WPA and the NRA were two
of the institutions which the Presi
dent created to meet our economic
problems in 1933. Since then many
an outstanding member of the New
Deal palace guard has had his hour
to strut and fret upon the stage and
then be heard no more. General
Johnson and his blue eagle—now a
mere columnist; Donald Richberg,
his successor, back with his law
books; the professors, Raymond Mo
ley, once in the state department, to
day behind an editorial desk in the
seat of the scorner, and Rexford
Guy Tugwell, still loyal, but silent,
a partner of industry. We might
go on.
But two men, one a veteran of
NRA, another of WPA, have been
chosen to sit at the right and left
hands of the Chief in crisis II:
Harry Hopkins, head of the program
under the lend-lease law, and Leon
Henderson, officer of price adminis
tration and civilian supply.
The two men are alike in few
characteristics except that both
were poor farm boys, both have a
New Deal slant on life, and neither
has much interest in the art of a
Fifth avenue tailor.
There is no doubt that the defense
program, if we must still use that
euphemistic label for this anything
but negative undertaking, has passed
out of the joint power of the dollar
a-year men and into control of these
two staunch supporters of the
Roosevelt administration.
The rise of Harry Hopkins’ influ
ence has been steady, interrupted
only by periods of ill-health. His
relationship with the President start
ed from a sympathy of viewpoint
concerning the d;:ty of government
toward its underprivileged. It has
grown into an intimate friendship,
bastioned by propinquity that comes
from sharing the same rooftree and
many leisure hours, before nine in
the morning and after six at night,
since May of last year.
That was when Hitler’s blitz
across the low countries showed the
President that the possibility of
peaceful intervention in the cause
of democracy in Europe was over.
In his despair, he called his friend
to the White House for a week-end
of comfort and counsel. Hopkins
has been there ever since.
Perhaps the barefoot boy driving
a neighbor’s cows up a dusty lane
some four decades ago dreamed of
the White House—every boy has a
chance to be President we know.
But how many boys dream of being
a President’s chief advisor and boss
ing seven billion dollars’ worth of
supplies for democracy?
Harry’s father was a harness
maker. He had a harness shop in
Grinnell, lowa, and it was in lowa
because Mrs. Hopkins was am
bitious for her children and there
was a college there. Harry earned
some nickels and dimes herding
cows, and then worked in the shop.
Later he worked his way through
college. Money never meant much
to him. He never handled much of
his own. But he has bossed millions
for other people—in the Red Cross
during the World war, with the Asso
ciation for the Improvement of the
THE BULLETIN
Poor in New York, where he got to
know Governor Roosevelt, and then
with the relief organization of the
federal government.
Hopkins, lean, slight, amiable,
grew up with the New Deal.
So did Leon Henderson but he
reached the inner circle by a more
roundabout way. He is thick-set
and dynamic and he blustered into
the confidence of General Johnson in
the NRA, as an economist who could
punctuate his theories with the salty
expletives that appealed to Old Iron
Pants.
When the blue eagle folded its
wings, Henderson plowed his own
furrow and got out of the way when
he was not needed but always man
aged to bob up when he had a
chance to say something important
He predicted the "bust” as he
called it—the slump of 1937. In 1938
he warned against price rises. He
kept warning. Prices went up. Now
he is czar over prices.
Like Hopkins, Henderson worked
his way through college. Like him,
too, the jobs he has held since his
maturity were all outside the marts
of trade and commerce.
These two self-made rural boys
see the same dreams of America
when they look out of the White
House windows side by side with the
Hyde Park Squire.
• • •
Early Morning
In a Nation’s Capital
Six o’clock in the morning.
From a Saturday to a Monday
spring changed to summer in Wash
ington, buds turned to blooms and
bare branches burst out into full
leaved green.
In a city, the first walk under
this newly spread canopy of green
is a strange delight. There is
nothing quite like it Leafy curtains
shut out the harsh, cold stone and
steel about you as a drawn shade
shuts out the night from a lamp-lit
room.
Struck Out!
Wasnington does not wake early.
At six in the morning there are so
few people on the streets that the
folks you pass seem as friendly as
a neighbor you meet on a lonely
lane. The red and green traffic
lights still have their eyes closed
and only the yellow bulbs blink sleep
ily at you as they have all night But
these days the sun is well up and
as you walk west to east the light
strikes you square in the eyes. It
always reminds me of a prairie
town and that always reminds me
of how I was reminded of my prairie
town when we used to be marching
eastward in the dawn of a murky
French morning when the sun sud
denly burst on us and made us long
for the old, wide-brimmed cam
paign hat instead of the little cloth
rag of an overseas cap. You don’t
see many campaign hats any more.
As I came down the avenue this
morning almost-empty buses passed
me. I saw a colored man watering
a pathetic little patch of lawn in
front of his two-story cottage. The
rest of the family were still asleep,
the bedroom windows were open. I
saw an old-fashioned ornate oi!
lamp in one.
All rooms seem to be bedrooms in
Washington. The fine old resi
dences are turned into rooming
houses—many of them—and early in
the morning the windows are open
In an hour thousands of govern
ment workers will be hurriedly
dressing behind carelessly drawn
shades, then jamming the now
empty buses with all the roomy
comfort of steers in a cattlecar.
Between old, transmogrified resi
dences rise the new apartments.
Here and there are a few that
sprang into being when 1917 filled
the city with war workers.
They are frequently impressive
looking on the outside, built to sug
gest a French chateau. Inside, tiny
little boxes of rooms with low ceil
ings that the third floor windows can
hardly see over the sills of the sec
ond floor of the residences uext
door.
But the modern apartments that
are springing up like dandelions
these days do not go in for French fa
cades. They are the same boxes in
side. Outside, there are ugly flat
walls with plenty of glass, the whole
entrance is glass. They look toe
much like modem Moscow to please
my old-fashioned eyes.
The emergency has brought sc
many extra workers to Washingtor
that office space is at a premium
In spite of new buildings in the Dis
trict of Columbia two federal build
ings are being erected in adjoining
Maryland and Virginia. These
buildings provide a million addition
al square feet of office space to meet
the increased demand.
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“I don’t understand dem ter
mometers.”
“Well, you see, when it geta
dura cold the mercury sorter hud
। dies down in der bottom of de
’ tube so’s to keep warm.”
On the Line
Engaged girl, referring to her sweet
hearts family—They claim to be con
nected with some of the best families.
Rival—Yes—by telephone.
A Stumper
When the two business men met,
one said to the other: "I have
made an addition to my staff. I
have engaged a man at $5,000 a
year to do all the worrying for
me.”
“But how are you going to get
the $5,000 to pay him?”
“Ah, that will be his first
worry!”
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Laws and institutions are con
stantly tending to gravitate. Like
clocks, they must be occasionally
cleansed, and wound up, and set
to true time. — Henry Ward
Beecher.
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producing it. — George Bernard
•Shaw.
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of Doan's PiUs, after
many years of world
wide use, surely must
be accepted as evidence
of satisfactory use.
And favorable public
opinion supports that
of the able physicians
who test the value of
Doan's under exacting
laboratory conditions.
These physicians, too, approve every word
of advertising you read, the objective of
which is only to recommend Doan's Pills
as a good diuretic treatment for disorder
of the kidney function and for relief of
the pain and worry it causes.
If more people were aware of how the
kidneys must constantly remove waste
that cannot stay in the blood without in
jury to health, there would be better un
derstanding of why the whole body suffers
when kidneys lag, and diuretic medica»
tion would be more often employed.
Burning' scanty or too frequent urina
tion sometimes warn of disturbed kidney
function. You may suffer nagging back
ache, persistent headache, attacks of diz
ziness, retting up nights, swelling, puffi
ness under the eyes—feel weak, nervous,
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