The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-02-13
Fights Seem insignificant
Compared to FeatS
of Pioneers.
BY THOMAS l.. STOKES
Times Special Writer

threes waiting for their trains seem
likewise affected. They speak in un-
dertoneS beneath the high vault
that recalls great cathedral
Romantic names blaze above the
gates-Ranger. Missionary, Apache
Night Hawk, Golden State, Oil Spe-
cial and Sunnyland-and again the
pages of your story book fly open
before your eyes and you're young
ster lying prone before kindly fire
Pioreers in wagon trains; LaSalle
the priest padding his canoe in still
ana virgin waters; George Rogers
Clark, Gen Custer and Sitting Bull
and Major Reno, riding swiftly but
too late; the sudden attack from
the circling red men, the guns pok-
ing through the spokes of the
wagons; thousands of eager people
surging about line to rush, at the
crack of pistol, into new lands
the Dakotas, Oklahoma; the craze
for gold and OIL and now the an
GENTS craving for a sunny spot in
California for reclining days.
QuarrelS Seem insignificant
The puny quarrels of little men
sink into inSignificance.
After all-here is an empire that
our fathers built and left to us.
Or sit in the great Mormon taber-
nacle at Salt Lake City, that marvel
of craftsmanship, and hear the or
mir
sang as they wandered over the
mountains and prairies to this new
land in the West:
Come, come we Saints, no toll nor
labor fear,
But with joy wend your way;
Though hard to you this journey
may appear,
Grace shall be as your day.
Disciple of Masses
Men make events.
A veritable boy, serious-faced
earnest, with a grim magnetism
that reaches out to hold you, sits
behind a mammoth table in the
Governors office at Madison, Wis
He's mental and spiritual radiator
and its % below zero outside.
He is Phil La Toilette, younger OF
the La Toilette heirs. He is dis
ciple of the masses. He looks be-
yond Roosevelt to still deeper
changes in the social and economic
order. They say the country is es-
sentially conservative. He doesn't
think so.
He's betting his future political
career on that--he and his brother
Bob in Washington.
Keep your eye on these young
sters.
McNutt Personally Ambitious
Also you might keep your eye on
the tall, white-haired broad-chested
youngster who sits in the Governor
mansion at Indianapolis-Pa v
McNutt.
AS you talk to him you are i'm
pressed with that same driving force
you feel in the La Follettes. With
Gov. McNutt it seems to be COM
pounded of consuming personal am
bition. He talks freely about going
to the White House some day. And
there's no stopping him, they tell
you in Indiana.
Huey Long is dead but there are
minor apostles of the masses who
know some of his tricks
Johnson Makes Votes
There is Gov. Ed johnson OF
Colorado with his solemn, Abraham
Lincoln face, who sits on the fence
rail with the farmer and spits to-
bacco juice in the sugar beet rows
He slaps backs, cuddles babies-and
makes votes. He wants to throw
Edward P. Costigan out of the
Senate.
Then there is the menace to an
other Senate veteran. Gov. Ben
Ross of Idaho, a Democrat, says he'll
lick Bill Borah.
He's a bubbling sort of farmer
politician, naive in some ways, yet
shrewd in the way of winning the
farmer. He believes in the star of
his destiny. And some of Senator
Borah'S friends are not so sure. A
barber in Boise reported that nine
out of 10 farmers who come in to
get their hair cut say they're going
to vote for Ben"
Funny Little Stories
You hear funny little stories.
They tell one in Idaho about
wheat farmers in the northern tip
Of the state who took their wheat
checks to Spokane, bought dis
tressed and thin cattle moved by the
government from the drought areas,
took them back home, fattened
them on the land which the gov
eminent paid them to withdraw
from cultivation-and sold them at
a handsome profit.
It's like the old prohibition days
out in Utah, Idaho, Washington
and Oregon. You can buy liquor
only in the package at liquor stores.
There are no bars, nor any place
to buy drink. So the speakeasy
fourishes again.
You feel several years younger
when you knock on the door, give
the password, and are led into a
semi-darkness where people speak
in low tones. They tell stories about
"padlocking" and raids" words
you'd almost forgotten.
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