The Washington times., 1936-06-17
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RADIO RULES
BY HELEN ESSARY

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a clear sky and said he never had
had more agreeable journey.
Two things in particular he
wanted to see in Washington. One
was the new Supreme Court Build
ing. The Supreme Court, he un-
,derstood, had become the center
Of the American universe.
The other was the Folger Shake
speare Library. His friend and fel-
low journalist, Ivor Brown, dra-
matte critic, esSayiSt and authority
on Shakespeare, had recently made
the journey all the way from ,Ion-
don to Washington, merely to see
the Folger Library.
The display of new white marble
on Capitol Hill dazzled Mr. Bones
British eyes. AS we'll it might. A
Londoner is accustomed to Port
land stone, weathered by fog and
rain and the SCOT from a million
chimneys into soft gray patterns.
But then any eyes need binders
before the Supreme Courts efful-
gence.
The Folger Library enchanted
Mr.. Bone. If his proud British
spirit did family resent this coun-
try's possession of the largest col
lection in the world of Shake
speareana-folioS and relics of all
sorts-he was too sweet and polite
to mention such sentiment. He
only praised the perfection of the
building. The crowds of assorted
SightSeers thronging this building,
obviously dedicated to an intel
lectual genius, did not amaze the
EnghShman. He said:
"PeOple always come to see a
perfect thing"
From the gallery of the House
of Representatives we looked down
on the gentleman and lady law
makers. Mr.. Bone thought them
very calm compared with the out
spoken members of the British
Parliament.
The Congressman's taste for
bright ties pleased Mr.. Bone. He
liked the bright reds and greens.
But thought the ties at the Cleve.
land convention had been even
brighter. Certainly there, vivid
blue shirts had been extremely
popular.
At this point Mr.. Bone began to
wish out loud that he had worn
his Queen Mary tie, The
Queen Mary tie, he explained,
can only be bought on the new
liner and therefore represents SO
guineaS, the cost Of passage on
the ship. In shade the tie is pur-
pie, the color of royalty.
Senator George L. Radcliffe of
Maryland took us to luncheon in
the Senate restaurant We tried
to tell Mr.. Bone about the cele-
brities eating nearby.
Over there was Senator James
Hamilton Lewis who got sick in
Russia and then came home and
spoke his mind about the Soviet.
And there was Senator Key
Pittman, who headed the Senator
ial delegation at the last London
Economic Conference. The one
man at that large round table was
Senator Joseph T. Robinson of
ArkanSaS-the permanent chair
man of the Democratic National
Convention. The ladies, obviously
captivated by the Senator, were
Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Homer Cum
mings, wife of the Attorney Gen
eral, Mrs. Thomas R. Marshall,
whose husband was Vice President
under Woodrow Wilson, and her
hostess in Washington, Mrs. John
Allan Dougherty.
Across the room sat Mrs. Stan
ley Reed, whose husband, the So
licitor General. had been battling
with the Supreme Court most of
the winter.
Knowing an Englishman's pleas
ure in his Scotch and soda, or at
least in a "spot of wine" We in
quired of the Waterfront of turn
about the wine list. The waiter
looked startled. Hurried off. Then
came back with the head waiter,
who explained regretfully that not
one time in the 10 years he'd been
"Waitin' on the gentlemen of the
Senate and their guests and ladies"
had he been allowed to "serve
anything" Senator Radcliffe
asked:
GGNInf ovyoV1 hnarOO
"Oh, no, sir. That's over on
the House side.'
Mr.. Bone, struggling nobly with
a bleak glass of ice water and an
other bleak glass of ice tea, made
few observations about America.
He thought that America was
ruled by the air. Music, drama
and the news and spoken thought
regarded the air as it's best me-
dium. In Cleveland the entire con-
vention sat and tWiddled it's
thumbs for an hour and a half
until "the air was ready" for the
speech of the keynoter, Senator
Steiwer.
All public addresses in both
language, delivery and subject,
Mr.. Bone thought, were tuned to
the air and it's unseen audience.
"The. microphone is the monarch
of America"
Mr.. Bone, like many BritiShers
who get along in the world, is a
Scotchman. His brother, Muir
l. 49,;