The Washington times., 1935-03-23

waited over the waters Of the
Potomac and the gardens of the
Speedway by the National SYM
phony Orchestra from it's barge
drawn up on the shores at the
Lincoln Memorial, young love
will set up housekeeping in the
fall.
Middle-aged and old love also
may set up housekeeping. Per-
haps refurnishing their present
residences would be wiser.
Nothing in life is more en-.
chanting than music heard over
the water. Add dash of moon.
light, the scent of flowers, the
outline of the Grecian temple
where Mr.. Lincoln sits, and
Somebody Cor other) nearby.
And you have romance and
danger.
You can see for yourself that
DR.. Hans Kinder, if he is able
to manage the summer SYM
phony concerts financially, will
be a public benefactor.
The dress shops, the florists,
the jewelers., the association of
preachers, the marriage license
bureau, and the Junior League
should reward him. Perhaps a
little encouragement in advance
would be more practical.
Providing this passionate and
profitable atmosphere isn't a
simple job. Not even for an or
ganization as experienced in
making something out of moth
ing as the Symphony Orchestra.
Getting the money to finance
the undertaking is urgent and
undoubtedly important. Answer
ing the questions of interested
citizens also is something of a
task.
However, DR.. Kinder and Mr..
c. C. Cappel, the symphony's
manager, toss off both queries
and answers in this prompt
way:
Q.-What are you going to do
If there are mosquitoes on the
Potomac this summer?
Ave shall pour oil on the
water.
Q.-Will there be any place to
park a car?
A.-Parking spaces will be
plentiful.
Q.-Suppose you haven't a
car. You'll be too tired to listen
to any music after walking that
long way on foot.
ABUSES will run regularly
to and from the Lincoln Me-
mortal.
These are a few of the more
intelligent questions. Practical
ones are asked by men.
Women inquire about sweet
music. moonlight and the SUM-
set over the hills of Arlington.
Mr., H. G.. Wells gets his
"JohnsonS" confused. Looking
Senator Hiram johnson. firmly
in the face the other night, he
said:
"The man in Washington I've
most wanted to meet is you,
General, the hero of the NRA!"
They say Mr.. Wells is getting
his story of the recovery pro-
gram from Senator Borah and
Huey Long.
Astrologer says there is a
menace in "H's." See: Hitler,
Huey and the forgotten Haupt-
mann.
Science in Africa so controls
the desert winds that recently
excavated ruins will never
again be buried in desert sands,
DR., Bruno Roselli told the
Women's Twentieth Century
Club.
Perhaps science in Africa
might also tactfully manage
American dust storms. Or the
cyclones of talk that swirl
around the Capital.
The Democratic National
Committee, poor as it is, is look
ing every gift horse in the
mouth,
Mr.. Forbes Morgan, who is
filling the deficit, won't accept
q penny that isn't as pure as
Sierra snow.
Coincidence-Mr. Frank j.
Hogan, who is struggling with
Mr.. Andrew Melons income tax,
minus the deduction for art
treasures, frequently eats lunch
when he is in Washington at
the Y. w. C. A. lunch room at
614E St., which was the home Of
James C. MCGUIRE.
James C. MCGUIRE was an
artist, owner of what at one time
was the largest individual collec.
ton of books in the city, and a
patron of the arts.
He added a Skylight to one Of
the rooms of his E Street home
and made it into a private gal
lery.
Mr.. MCGUIRE was one of the
Corcoran's original trustees and,
at the time of his death, its
curator. There is rumor that
pieces from the James C. Nc.
Guire collection are part of the
proposed Mellon art gift to
Washington.