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WARY GRAVY-TRAINER
You can write it down that Secre
tary of Agriculture Claude Wickard
is going to be very chary about us
ing that gravy-train veto power the ;
farm lobby voted him in the price ;
control bill.
He knows that the White House is
still sputtering over his unauthorized
endorsement of this lobby scheme
at a crucial moment in the senate
fight over the legislation. Also, that
if he attempts to exercise the power
he is liable to be slapped down even
harder than when he fronted for the
lobby.
Actually, under cover, Wickard
has promised in effect to be a good
boy.
It didn't leak out at the time, but
during the secret deliberations of the
joint senate-house conference com
mittee on the bill, he wrote the com
mittee a letter repudiating his pre
vious endorsement and saying he
didn't want the veto power over
farm prices.
Wickard wrote this letter under
White House pressure. He knew he
was in bad and he tried to square
himself.
But for the administration, the
backdown was too late. The dam
age had been done, for the amend
ment was in the bill and the lobby's
pals on the joint committee were in
a powerful position to stand pat.
In this final bitter fight, two Ala
bama Democrats and a Michigan |
Republican were responsible for the
retention of the gravy-train provi
sion. They were Sen. John H. Bank- ;
head and Rep. Henry B. Steagall of j
Alabama, and Rep. Jesse P. Wolcott \
of Michigan.
As the amendment originated in |
the senate, under the rules, it was j
necessary for the house conferees
to propose deletion. Steagall, chair
man of the house group, publicly
makes a great show of being a red
hot Admmistrationite. But behind
closed doors of the committee room
he adamantly refused to heed Roose
velt’s pleas for elimination of the
lobby amendment.
Backed by Wolcott, who fought the
vital war bill from the start, and
with Bankhead running interference
in the senate group, Steagall forced
the retention of the provision.
Note: The administration's fight
was made by Sen. Prentiss Brown,
Michigan Democrat, and Sen. John
Danaher, Connecticut Republican.
Another Row.
Wickard’s fronting for the farm
lobby in the price control bill isn’t ,
the only row he's had on this
score with inner administration
leaders.
The papers are full of stories
about a big crop expansion program
this year to meet the food needs of
U. S. war allies. Frequent press re
leases issue from the busy publicity
staff of the agriculture department
about grandiose plans.
The real inside is that Wickard
didn’t get busy on these plans until
he was practically ordered to do so
by Vice President Henry Wallace as
head of the Economic Warfare
board.
Wallace sent Wickard two sharp
letters demanding prompt action to
expand crop production and only
then did Wickard bestir himself.
Certain farm elements are against
crop expansion, on the ground that
scarcity makes for better prices.
Working through politically minded
Triple A officials, who have a lot of
influence with Wickard, the anti-ex
panders kept him on the fence until
Wallace jarred him off.
Note: Secretly, the AAA politicos
also had a lot to do with Wickard s
endorsement of the gravy-train
amendment in the price bill. The
AAAers are jealous of Price Admin
istrator Leon Henderson’s authority,
want to elbow their way into the
war set-up as big shots.
• • •
F.D.R. AXES LEWIS
The inside reason why John L.
Lewis was not named a member of
the three-man C. 1.0. peace commit
tee was because President Roose
velt personally blocked it.
When he and C. 1.0. President Phil
Murray discussed the counter plan
that scuttled Lewis' blitz scheme,
Roosevelt advised that the new
A.F.L. and C. 1.0. peace committees
be limited to three members each.
That would avoid turning the joint
committee into a "mass meeting,"
he explained, and also make it eas
ier to keep hostile Lewis out of the
picture.
"If you have too large a commit
tee, Phil,” the President added with
a smile, “you may appoint Lewis.”
"I guess you're right, Mr. Presi
dent,” laughed Murray.
Note: Lewis intimates say he
would not have accepted appoint
ment to the committee if it had been
offered him.
• • •
GENERAL MARSHALL
You weren't seeing things if you
saw the news picture of Gen. George
C. Marshall, army chief of staff, at
tired in the uniform of an air corps
officer.
It was him all right and he had
on an air corps uniform.
Marshall is not a flier. He is an
infantryman. But outside of the
corps, he is the flyingest officer in
the army. Whenever possible
Marshall always travels by air and
is an authority on planes and aerial
tactics.
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I lEUT. COM. GENE TUNNEY ;
has rounded up a first-class set
i of ring men for the navy. But the
army still has the top champ in a
fellow by the name of Joe Louis.
Many have said that the next
world’s heavyweight champion would
come from this war assemblage—
which is a dead-sure bet. It’s my
guess that his name will be Joe •
Louis, if some unlocked for fate
doesn't crowd in on the main aqt.
Or if army life doesn’t pack too
much extra weight on the Bomber’s
frame. It took him only a few days
to add an extra ten pounds after
he’d cleaned out Buddy Baer.
Army life can put on weight as
well as take it off. The ring has
never had a champion before who
spent so much time in a training
camp, who nicked off more miles
in road work, year after year, than
Jolting Joe. It will be interesting to
see how much Louis weighs some
three months from now.
Louis called the turn in his last !
fight long before the fight was ever
made. He was training for Lou j
Nova at the time. We were talking
about his first Buddy Baer meeting
and the Billy Conn fight. Always '
ducking anything that looked like an \
JOE LOUIS
alibi, the Bomber finally admitted
that he was stale and well below
par in both contests.
"Before I fought Buddy Baer in
Washington," he said, "I was dead
tired. I trained in a hot place and
I began to see black spots before
my eyes. I didn't have no pep left.
1 hit Buddy plenty that time, but
there wasn't much steam back of
I my punches.”
It was all different in the second
Buddy Baer party after Joe had got
ten his rest and had recovered his
lost steam. Quite different.
Louis also admitted on the same
occasion that he wasn’t any too keen
before the Billy Conn roundup.
"He's a fast boy,” Louis said,
"but 1 wasn’t right. I was too slow.
Maybe he made me look slower, but
I can be faster than 1 was then. I
was still stale. I’ll be different for
Nova.”
Conn is the challenger picked for
the next Louis start, if there is an
other heavyweight battle soon. At
least, the slender Pittsburgher is the
only one given a chance.
As fine a boxer and as game a
kid as Conn is, I still think he got a
break in catching Louis below form.
Louis also got a break, on the odd
side.
"Here’s a funny thing,” Conn told
me, “the best punch I threw cost
me that fight. I'll tell you how and
why. I had hoped and expected
to outbox him. 1 was doing that
through the middle of the 12th
round. But near the end of that
round I nailed Joe on the jaw with
a good punch. Isaw his knees half
buckle and his eyes roll. I knew I’d
hurt him. 1 thought he was about
through. So I decided at that spot
I’d knock him out.
"I wasn’t content any longer to
w-in a decision. I got rough instead
of getting smart. If I hadn’t landed
that punch I’m pretty sure I
wouldn't have taken the chance I
took—wading in and swinging flat
footed, I gave him a still target
to hit in place of a moving target.
And I wasn’t hurt at the time. Don't
let anyone tell you his body blows
had worn me down. They hadn't.
"It was that belt on the head in
the 13th when I was trying to out
punch him that turned the trick. It
isn’t often that your best punch costs
you a fight. But that’s what hap
pened to me.”
At His Best
It is my guess that Louis was only
keyed up in something like four
contests. One was against Max
Baer. The other was the second
Schmeling fight. The third was
against Tony Galento. The fourth
was his final shot against Buddy
Baer.
1 know Louis was strung to the
top pitch in his second meeting with
Max Schmeling. He came near kill
ing the Black Uhlan in less than a
round. You can also gamble that
he was all set to wipe out Buddy
Baer quickly with his title at stake
just before entering army ranks.
Louis had made up his mind to put
his army uniform on the heavy
weight champion of the world.
He had no such personal feeling
against Buddy as he had against
Schmeling and Galento. But his
fighting pride was riding high.
HOUSTON HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GEORGIA
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Kathleen Norris Says: |
Women s Share of If ar Is Sen ice
(Bell Syndicate—WKV Service.)
Mary has knitted more than one hundred helmets. The small girls knit, too. They
are knitting those all-service garments that reputedly are most popular in any cold
uealher camp.
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
THE American woman is
going to come of age in the
next few years. She is go
ing to put aside the grabbing,
boasting, playing, unthinking
ways of a child, and develop her
own consciousness and her own
soul.
She is going to waste less
food; buy fewer things that
she doesn’t want; stop throw
ing aside perfectly good gar
ments for newer garments;
stop flocking to poor shows that
she doesn’t care much about seeing
anyway.
She is going to learn the value of
the things she has always taken for
granted; things she has felt that ev
eryone has and she must have as a
matter of course. Money is going to
look quite different to her in the
next few years, and such common
places as a good dinner, a safe
home, firelight and books and friend
ly faces, suddenly are going to ap
pear to be the miracles they are.
All One Now.
And since immigration has stopped
short, and may not begin again for
a decade, we’re gradually going to
unify ourselves into a strong, na
, tionally leveled people. Not Irish-
American any more, not Italian-
American, not belonging any more
to the varied lands that gave our
forefathers birth, but all one now,
devoted solely to our own country,
and the immortal principles that
have made her what she is.
We will not buy it cheaply, the
world-peace that must come out of
all this. There will be no nation in
the world that will not be bled white
before it arrives. But when it does
arrive, if it finds us understanding
ourselves and our neighbor and our
social obligations better, it will not
have been in vain.
This is the story of Mary Cates.
I know there are many women like
her, but she happens to be the ex
ample that has come to my personal
knowledge and I want the women
who ‘‘would love to do something
but don’t know how to get at it,” to
hear about her.
Mary is 34, the wife of a man
whose income is $2 400 a year. She
has daughters 8 and 10 years old,
and a stepson who has just volun
teered for service in the marines.
To begin with Mary saves two dol
lars a week, and takes two more
out of the paycheck each month, to
buy government stamps. She puts
these in her daughters’ names. She
made a house-to-house canvass of
her entire neighborhood—a rather
humble one—to pick up games and
packs of cards for the boys’ club in
the nearest camp. She had printed
at her own expense a list of things,
often thrown away in the household,
that would be acceptable gifts for
soldiers. At Christmas time she had
six soldiers to dinner, ard a small
present for each was on her tree.
Mary knits helmets steadily; she
has knitted more than a hundred
altogether. The yarn is given her,
but she does the knitting.
Children Help.
The small girls knit, too; they are
knitting those all-service garments
that reputedly are most popular of
all in any cold-w’eather camp. These
are first simply oblongs of knitting
about 24 by 22 inches. They are
sewed into tubes, to be pulled up
into the armpits to protect the en
tire body from cold, or to be drawn
over the head to keep throat, chest
and shoulders warm.
An old and faithful Red Cross
worker, Mary keeps up this obliga-
DOING THEIR SHARE
Mary Cates might be someone
you knotc. She might be one of
your friends or neighbors. She
might, in fact, be you yourself.
She is a typical American moth
er, poorer than some, richer than
many. With three children to
take care of, neither she nor her
husband has much money to
spend on entertainment or luxu
ries. But they manage to buy de
fense stamps —not just once in
a while, when they think of it,
but every tveek. Mary knits, and
her little girls are also learning
to knit. Her stepson wants to
join the Marines. Simple, aver
age, everyday Americans, they do
their share to help our country
win the victory which may, at
long last, mean a permanent
peace.
tion, and she does not forget prayer.
Every morning before seven she
walks to church for 20 minutes of an
earnest service, and when she walks
home to start breakfast her face is
always bright.
But perhaps the finest thing about
Mary Cates is her mental, moral
and spiritual attitude. Her only
brother is out on the great north
Atlantic on a destroyer; Mary knows
in her heart what the news from
Don may be at any moment. But
she faces whatever may come with
complete fortitude.
She will do what she can, in the
years ahead, every day and every
hour; she will pray and work and
plan over each new duty, each
change as it arrives, and no one
will ever hear her complaining of
the world that is at war, or vainly
wishing that things could go back
to what they were.
Things won’t go back. They’ll
never quite go back. But perhaps
we’ll all be simpler and kinder, less
exacting, less rapacious, when this
tragedy is over. Perhaps the sacri
fices, hospitalities and generosities
of war will be extended to days of
peace, and nobody will have ten
times too much of the necessities of
life, and nobody will have only one
tenth enough.
Lift Your Hearts.
So lift your hearts, and get into |
the side of this fight that does not
involve hate or revenge or ugliness
of any kind, but just loving and
serving. The situation is not of our
choosing; the decisions have been
made for us, and in that very fact
there lies a certain sorrowful satis
faction, a certain conviction that no
matter how difficult our path may
be, at least it has been made plain.
Many years ago I found some
lines of an old hymn. I’ve thought
of them often in the last few weeks.
Here they are, perhaps imperfectly
quoted, but the spirit is there:
When you come to the Red Sea
place in your life,
When there’s nothing else you can
do,
There is no way back, there is no
way ’round,
There is no other way but through.
Then trust iq the Lord with a faith
supreme,
’Till the dark and the night are
gone,
He will still the waves; He will
calm the storm
When He says to your soul, ‘‘Go
on.”
There is no other way for us now
but THROUGH. And we qill get
through.
ELMER ON MORALE
AND BALONEY
“I am for morale building,” de
clared Elmer Twitchell, well-known
philosopher, horseshoe pitcher and
stamp collector, today. ‘‘Morale is
important in any struggle. Three
cheers for all we can get. But noth
ing is breaking my morale down just
now like some of the baloney being
spread by alleged morale builders.”
• • *
Mr. Twitchell was more dis
turbed than usual. “The quick
er we get the phony element out
of this morale stuff the better,”
he resumed, pounding a table.
* • •
“At the moment it is the race
track people who are pretty close
to tops in overdoing this angle. I
like racing. I hope the war won’t
stop it. But it gripes me to listen
to a continuous stream of bunk
about horse tracks being of primary
importance to the war effort. You
would think from some of this stuff
that the war and the mutuel win
dows were linked in the all-out de
fense effort.
• • •
“I listened to a broadcast after a
big race in Florida the other after
noon, and, immediately after giving
the payoff prices, the broadcaster
went into a spiel on the importance
of the eight-race program to ulti
mate victory. It lacked only ‘Hearts
and Flowers’ by a string orches
tra.
• • *
“It was the crowning peak to a
lot of similar flapdoodle that has
been coming from the racing inter
ests for months, and it is doing the
morale-building business no good.
• * •
“Give me a day at the races when
I have been working hard and am
feeling blue. I yield to no man in
my love of the thoroughbred. I find
a peculiar attraction in the mutuel
window. I love the soft whispers
about the good things coming up. I
can even stand all those photo fin
ishes. But don't give me that stuff
about the ponies being of such vital
importance that the American peo
ple will never be able to bear up
through the war without them!
There's a limit!”
* * *
It is now predicted that it may
be necessary to ration men's
socks. The center of minimum
worry about this is in the
Ozarks.
• • •
SONG FOR TAXPAYERS
(Irving Berlin has written a song to
cheer up income taxpayers. It is called “/
Paid My Income Tax Today.”—Neus
item.)
Hooray, hooray, hooray, hooray!
I paid my income tax tpday;
In acts like this I love to glory . . .
At least, my friend, that is my
story!
A tax is quite a joy to me—
I paid it very cheerfully;
It made me anything but blue—
I love to come across, sez you!
When I’m feeling rather sad,
There’s always something makes
me glad:
I love to sing, tra la tra 100
The minute that my tax is due.
When I am feeling extra low
And down my spirits seem to go
I find relief, oh, many thanks,
In filling out some income blanks.
Should dark depression o’er me
spread
Such feelings I know how to shed:
I ask an income tax to pay
And Morgenthau, he says “Okay.”
Old Irv Berlin is happy, too
To pay each levy high and new,
And I’d be twice as gay, I know—
If I had all that fellow's dough.
• • •
A vaudeville unit is on its way to
Iceland. It will, of course, open cold.
. * •
“Need Parachutes for Food.”—
Headline in the N. Y.‘Times.
• • •
We’ll just take a plain dirigi
ble salad with no fixings.
• • •
The king and queen of Eng
land have moved from Bucking
ham palace and taken a flat.
What a kick it must be for a
queen to be close enough to her
own kitchen to smell toast burn
ing!
* * *
“Remember back when a man
wasn’t ashamed to allow his chil
dren to look at the covers of maga
zines displayed on news stands?”
asks Merrill Chilcote.
• • •
Electricity in private homes
may soon be rationed. It is go
ing to be tough to have to turn
off the radio when you’re not
listening.
♦ • *
V>e went into a restaurant one
night and found the sugar bowl
missing. We complained to the
head waiter, who explained all. “All
the dames help themselves and fill
their handbags with it,” he said.
“We had to cut out the bowls. How
many lumps shall I bring you?”
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