The Washington times., 1935-12-20
NOW
Vdndenberg Gift
Dangerous!
A NEW ROGERS
BY HELEN ESSARY

little worried by Senator Artnur
Vandenberg's gift for story telling.
The presidential candidate from
Michigan has a chauffeur, Lam
bert, whose accents and wisdom
he recountS at informal parties.
Mr.. Charles Nicholson, Demo
cratic publicity wizard, ought to
do something about Lambert.
Mrs. Vandenberg also has
qualities that bother me. She
doesn't look like she had ever been
in a kitchen, but she is an ex-
cellent cook Bad business again
for us Democrats!
There are two rays Of hope,
however, in this opposition setup.
Mrs. Vandenberg got her choicest
recipe-jellied salad done with
Roquefort cheese-from Mrs. Pat
Harrison who is practically the
staunchest Democrat in the uni
verse.
Also the Democratic party has
its own comic chauffeur. Mrs.
Charles S. Hamlin, former presi-
dent of the Women's National
Democratic Club and wife of
member of the Federal Reserve
Board, has an Irish driver who
would make his fortune on the
stage. Mrs. Hamlin. a marvellous
raconteur. told about him last
week at the White House.
Hoover anecdotes tighten or
leaden Washington parties now
adays.
In that recent California radio
speech made by Mr.. Hoover and
written by his new ghost, Mr.. Ben
Allen, a former newspaper man.
Mr.. Hoover developed brisk and
light-hearted personality.
This obviously was a new char
acter for Mr.. Hoover. He was
anxious to see how he would take.
After the speech he left California
by train for New York. At Chi
cago he inquired for kilograms.
Not one message was there. Mr..
Hoover was worried. Pacing up
and down his private car, he said:
81 knew I shouldn't have
taken such a line. You made
me do it. Your advice was
wrong"
At New York Mr.. Hoover found
5000 kilograms. Smiling happily,
he phoned California for further
congratulations. Eighteen thou
sand messages had come in.
Mr.. Hoover faced his advisors
triumphantly and said:
"YOu see! / was right! I've
been wanting to make a speech
like that for years, But you
wouldn't let me-"
Speaking of Mr.. Hoover re-
minds me of the eviction of the
Bonus Marchers and of former
Senator Hiram w. Bingham of
Connecticut, and an incident in
which all Of us were concerned.
During the eviction a hand
some unknown gentleman and
we're standing near the Capitol
looking with horror at the spec
tacle Of American citizens being
burned out of their Shacks and
pursued with tear bombs when a
cavalryman on horseback dashed
by waving his sabre and shout
ing:
"Get out Of the way! Get
out! Get OUT"
A policeman hurried up. Whis-
pered in the horses ear Cor was
1t in the cavalryman's ear):
Don't run him down. That's
Senator Bingham"
The knowing horse turned tail
and galloped in the opposite di-
rection.
If I, a person without rank,
had been first in the horses
path I should have been moved
under like any Bonus Marcher.
Senator Bingham stood ahead
of me.
Precedence helped. I was
saved by protocol.
Lizette oodworth Reese.
writer Of exquisite verse, died
in Baltimore Tuesday. Long ago,
in a school there, she tried to
teach me and hundreds of other
girls Latin. can hear her gentle
voice now, beating out the met
rical rhythm of Aeneas' wander
ings:
"Arna virumque cano,
Trioa qui primus alb oris-"
In memory of her patience and
the simplicity of her genius I am
printing her sonnet. Tears" one
of the most beautiful in the Eng
liSh language.
TEARS
When I consider life and its few
years
A wisp of fog betwixt us and
the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle
done
Ere the last echo dies within
our ears:
A rose choked in the grass; an
hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darken-
ing shore do beat;
A burst of music down an un-
listening street
2 wonder at the idleness Of
tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye OF
yesternight,
Chieftains. and bards, and
keepers of the sheep,
By every cup of sorrow that
ye had,