The Washington times., 1933-05-27
PECORA MEANS LAMB"


But never in your life would
you behold a more truculent'
more combative, a more persls-
tent and warlike lamb.
If lambs are like that in Italy,
what must the wolves be like?
It has been the thrilling ex-
perience of this writer to sit on
the sidelines, as a reporter tax
ing notes, while some Of the
greatest legal lights and inqulsl-
tors in America ripped into IN
dividuals or concerns under suS-
picion of iniquity; to behold the
powerful intellect of Charles
Evans Hughes tearing the heart
out of the corrupt old life insur-
ance rig: to watch Samuel Un-
ter1nyer slash to pieces the most
aggressive defenses Of unholy
combinations; but not even in
the days of their flaming youth,
when they were mounting the
ladder of ambition, did the great
Hughes or the brilliant Unter-
myer ever display more dogged
determination in the face of ter
rifle Encouragement and a noun
tain of obstacles than this grand
fighter Pecora has displayed in
pressing his announced purpose
of destroying the financial and
industrial oligarchy built up by
three generations of the Morgan
family, the only family Of mod
ern times, not even excepting the
European Rothschilds, which can
be compared to the great house
of Di Medici of Florence.
There to Make Trouble
When you think Of his name
translated into lamb" and then
look at that fighting face, with
it's brooding eyes, glowing with
cold anger, and at the jutting jaw,
rocklike in it's unshakable purpose,
you want to smile, the contrast is
so utterly absurd.
For the man is a bulldog, and
has the look of one in the
ensemble of his dark face, the face
undershot with that curiously
rigid, holding jaw.
Watch him as he takes his seat,
in his place as counsel of the COM
mittee. at one end of the long
mahogany table around which the
grave and reverend Senators drape
themselves according to their
natural dignity and grace.
Plain as a pike-staff is the first
impression and the absolutely cor
rect one-that he comes not to
parley or to jest but to raise hell!
He is not there for MS amuse-
ment or for the diversion Of
others, even the lordly Senators
and the Olympian Morgan.
He is there to make trouble in
large, scaly punches.
He prefers to make it for the
overman Of Wall Street and his
multitude of counselors-for the
pious and pontifical John w.
Davis of the beautiful snow-White
hair and the pink-and-White com
plexion that any girl, would trade
her hope of heaven for; the cold
and contemptuous Whitney; the
grim and unsmiling Tom Lamont;
for the whole kit and billing of the
House of Morgan.
But there is a look in his eyes,
as is ranges coldly around the
long table, resting first upon one
Senator and then another, which
says as plain as words:
"If you boys want to 60 to
the mat today, why just start
something, that's all, and I
don't give a cuss if YOU are q
SENATOR"
Challengingly his frigid glance
passes over the sardonic face of
Senator Carter Glass of Virginia
Glass, who is growing out of a
corner of his mouth to his neigh,
Dor. Couzens of Michigan.
Pecora has had several battles
royal with the caustic and saw
edged Virginian and is ready to
take him on again any day next
week, as most certainly will oc'
cur.
And then, when he is good and
ready, when he has kept the pros
pective witness stewing long
enough in the Juice of 1mpe.
tience, he unlimberS his guns and
begins to fire.
Every Question Counts
In almost every question he
shoots at George Whitney or the
amiable head of the United Cor
poration, Geors,e H. Howard, is
something which is sharply provo
| catiYe, deliberate or not.