Evening star., 1925-06-02

The writer of a recent radio letter
signed "Who Cares?" having beer
identified, i am keeping my promise
to "air its spirit" through the medium
of this column. 1t will be interesting
to know whether the point OF view
which the letter reflects is widely
shared 1t says:
Nine months ago / came out of a
Western town to start life over
again here. j came because / had
at one time lived here short time
as a child. l have Travelled quite
bit in my young lifetime. / have
lived as far away as the South
Seas and in the capitals of several
of our States, and have been a
close observer of people and tkeir
customs everywhere. And by COM
parison / still call Washington the
best city in the world. l love its
dignity, it's beauty, its climate, and
above all | love what 1t stands for;
it is the top of the world" and 1t
is right here that we are one day
going to do most of the solving of
the great world problems. 1t is
the lighthouse" of this old world.
That is why love to live here.
But with all my love for this city
still find that almost unconscious
~ / have come to dub it ''the place
where people never smile" | came
here with all the nerve | could mus
ter, determined to ''go on, to keep
my faith in God, and to keep happy
and to wear smile for fIhe sake of
other people. no matter how I felt.
To my surprise, l seemed to be act
ing about twice as happy" as
those around me. / found it a
place where smiles We're met with
IL. 1t.
an innocent joke didn't get over;
where formality choked the spon-
taneous: where clerks in stores
served one as a sheer duty: where
strangers seemed suspicious of one
another. where a competitive
something" outweighed the vel
come. / have tried TO connect with
one or two interests. only to find
that it was quite the thing TO
not know the names of the people
who were over one.
No doubt ii is in the very nature
of things that people in Washing
ton should have weighty subjects
on their minds. But il seems to
me that they would work out prob
lens faster if they would let a little
more sunshine" in on the subject.
1t is always gratifying to find tha
people in the public eye are incurabl,
radio fans. During the past few day
ii was my pleasure to make the ac
quaintance for the first time of Mr.
and Mrs. Walter Johnson. The maste
pitchers wife Is authority for tht
statement that Walter is not only ;
bug, but is proud of being one of tn
original ones, having become a listen
erin long time before everybody di,
1t. incidentally, the Johnsons are en-
thusiastic over the broadcasting o
baseball, as it is now being done b,
my colleague, William NJ. Sweets
studio manager and press representa-
tive of WRC. They say that he no
only has a splendid radio voice. bu
evidently knows base ball from !
TO Z.
Every once in a while I am aske,
for copies of my weekly political talks
The only ones in existence are m
original notes. carefully filed since III
beginning of my adventures on tn
air, now nearly two years ago. The,
have become quite a sizable sheaf o
manuscript. l have spoken about Z
times, averaging $500 words. which
compressed into a book. would max
a volume of 1875 words, That i
a tome of well over 800 pages.
X y \
A widow, who insists upon anony
nifty, thinks she has had a more inter
esting experience in ''telepathic radio
than my recent one, here chronicled
and writes:
Not long ago l saved up money