New Britain herald., 1926-10-14
NEWS


 Peaches Heenan Browning, Aim ee semple McPherson, young Still man and his Canadian farm girl fancee - what a galaxy Of per former, are upon the news stage today, shining forth from the pages of every journal that makes a pretense of fulfilling popular de- mand. Not because editors prefer 10 exploit the difficulties of such couples as the Brownings, or such adventures as those of Mrs. Nc Pherson, or such romance as young Stillman's promises to be are the items found, but because they are human enough to wish to print journal that satisfies the largest number of readers possible. In a fashion they are making capital of the adventures, ,of course, but there is many an editor who wishes he could lead the general public into taking an interest in municipal and state politics, for instance, or matters generally involving human welfare, rather than cater to their amusement only. But he realizes that he has to give the people what they wish or see his journal crumble about his ears under the assault of some more sensational newspaper. He has to give what the public considers news, and he tries, in doing so to so mix the bitter pill of informative stories with the sugar-coating of romantic episodes that the former articles will at least be carried to the readers.
 A school girl, of immature age, evidently had her head turned by the fortune of an elderly man and she married him. Having had her fling at spending she left him and that was that in the Browning case. But we hear now, from the bride groom who "loves her still,' that her mother was to blame, that he. awaits her with hungry heart. She is so ungracious as to say the jewels he gave her were only paste and that she had exhausted the tinsel caring nothing for the back ground it was laid upon. And that too, is that. There is nothing par .ticularly unusual in the case. We suppose that thousands of similar ones are being enacted every year in the United States. But what a good time We all had In reading about the money Peaches spent on clothes. her mansions, her motor cars and her homes. We saw pie lures of hcr in every pose. She filled columns of space everywhere. And you read it, gentle reader, and so did we. You know you did, wc admit we did.
 Mrs. McPherson, a religious teacher, able by her personal mag netism and her theatrical effects to construct a huge temple and con vert many sinner, disappeared from her habitual surroundings. Her flock prayed for her although 1t was thought she had been drowned. She Is back with a tale of Kidnapping and an enforced visit to a lonely cabin in the Mexican desert. The storw meets with con- siderable disbelief and Is being in- yestigated under the suspicion that it was untrue and an aHbi framed. She was a prominent person, many people looked to her for guidance. It was natural that her absence should arouse apprehension. it is natural that people here, several thousand miles from the scene of her adventure, should be interested in the queer case, though there Is no information of value 10 be gained from it.
 We are following the HaU-1nlls case closely. The crab apple tree in the New Jersey town lane, q tryst- ing place for nearly every couple in town, 1t appears, is a familiar landmark on the first pages of the newspapers.
 Young stillman, of course, shines with reflected glory. The glamor of his riches added to the publicity his parents received makes his romance with the little Canadia6 farm girl of general charm.
 It was explained, in New Britain recently. that the psychology Of such news is simple. Crime items are safety valves for many man 1t is said, he delights in letting oil