The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-07-31


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"F ori'"""e it; in Paris, ten
times as many newspapers as are
published in New York tell you
anything you choose to believe,
from editorials written by men who
do not know that the royal and i'm
perial French families died and
were buried after the war of 1870
to fiery-eyed moderns who think
they can graft Karl Marx and Len
in on Jacques Bonhomme, the
French peasant, and produce a
French Utopia, with Russian ac-
cent and a pair of high boots.
They do not know Jacques Bon
homme, who bought his land in the
revolution at bargain prices with
inflated assignats, and means to
keep it, nor do they know the small
sized French bourgeois, who thinks
more of one four-cent franc than
some of our governing geniuses
think of a billion Scent dollars.
The Marx-Stalin-Leni brother
hood in America, by the way, does
not understand the inside feelings
of the U. S. A. citizen, with his
bungalow, automobile, radio set,
washing machine and furniture, all
"nearly paid for
Send HIM, instead of a bill for
his last installment, the statement,
mo more private property" and
see what he says and does.
You take your choice of dozens
of Paris daily newspapers; the wild
kind, that say anything and lose
money; the tame kind, that say
nothing and make money, but very
little Of it; the mummified kind,
that still take MADAME La Mar
quise" seriously, and think them
selves back in the days of old
Madame De Deffand and Lord Boil
ingbroke.
You have, also, newspapers from
all the Lilliput countries nearby
English, Italian, German-and the
news is in them, only you must
know how to extract it. They are
queer little newspapers, and if that
be provincialism, make the most
of it.
In London, for instance, Lord
Rothermere's newspaper tells you
that Mr.. Eden, British foreign Sec
rotary, has gone to "a secret des-
"a fy~xy
weeks rest.
English statesmen always go to
"a secret destination" for reasons
unknown to Mr.. James Farley, who
relaxes at the ringside, or Presi-
dent Roosevelt, who rests fishing,
on a battleship, with fifty report
ers on another ship, nearby.
You wonder that a man as young
as Eden should need rest. Glad
stone, at nearly twice his age, was
talking in the Commons at four in
the morning-but Gladstones are
few, Tim Healys also.
Rothermere's writer thinks Eden
is all tired out after his Geneva
speech, telling just why England
lifted the Italian sanctions. It was
he who made speech recently,
just as earnest and much louder,
telling why those sanctions must
NEVER be lifted. That was turn
ing big somersault. The English
know how to do that, and you are
supposed not to laugh.
Eden told Baldwin what the doc
tor said, and Baldwin said, by all
means, my boy, hurry off to a Sc
cret destination" and Eden hur-
ried. In America, the businessman
would say, doctor, there are few
things that l must settle first"
meaning, perhaps, his income tax.
He would hang on and on, and final
ly 60 to really secret destination,
in the graveyard.
Driving through Normandy, from
Havre, where the ships land, would
interest American farmers, espe-
cially any whose lands are worn
out" after comparatively few years
of cultivation. On lands in this part
of the world, wheat has been grown
for three hundred years, and today
yields better, bigger crops than
ever.
In Rome, as in other places on the
earth's surface, one city is piled up
on another. Dig down through one
and the other appears. Invasions,
plaques, famines and the grinding
ice have wiped them out.
Those that read this today are the
descendants of men such as the in
habitants of the Stone age village.
And still we are worried, looking
down at the enemy, poverty, that
may climb up and attack US in old
sge.
King Features Syndicate. Inc. "
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