The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-01-18

Illc MuSlC GOeS, elC., Tor Sne
Discussing the Martin Mooney
case and the drive now on for
the passage of a bill similar to
the one in effect in Jersey,
exempting newSpapermen from
revealing sources of confidential
information, an eminent judicial
friend protested that the trouble
was newSpapermen had too
much freedom as it was. "YOu
fellows" he said. in unjudicial
phraSeOlOgy, "get away with
murder in the expressions of
your OpiniOn-particularly a few
of you cOlumnists. If anything,
there's too much of this free
dom of the press" Perhaps
he's right, but most of us be-
ieve some judges get away with
murder, too, in the decisions
they hand down Back in the
early 18th century, when there
was no freedom Of the press, a
nineteen-year-Old newSpaperman
named John Matthews pub
hShed a paper in which he
editOrialized on hereditary rights
For that he was arrested,
tried at Old Bailey, found guilty
and hanged! =. Trivial thriller
is the hockey meller, 81 Want a
Policeman" which premiered at
the Lyceum, Tuesday night. D..
The audience was friendly
enough, however, and especially
tenderly concerned with MIR.
Harold MOffet, who numbered
about the stage as the perfect
type Of laundering but unwit-
tingly effective flatfOOt. Moi.
fet's wife, Sylvia Field, is the
heroine of the play The
tender interest in him is in
Spired, / presume, because he
doesn't have to be an actor. ..
He's an engineer, has built golf
courses and I understand even
bridges, but for the sake of the
artistic urge within him wanderS
before the fOOtlightS every so
often. However, my own indif-
ferent heart warmed to him for
another reason. He has been
telling a story with beaming
fatherly affection about his f.
year-Old Sally He took Sally
to Radio City Music Hall re-
Gently, seeking to impress her
with the beauty of the stage
spectacleS, particularly the bal
let dances well, baby, what
do you think of them. Nice,
heh?" 81 think it's very silly"
pOuted Sally. "Why do they
keep turnin' round and round
like that fOr?"
On Thirteenth Street ant
Fourth Avenue they're tearlnl
down the building housing thu
wholesale departments of the ia
nous hardware concern whic:
has been immortalized in song.
Originally this was the site of ar
old water well, one of the fev
sources of pure water for the in
habitants of Manhattan befor
the construction of the Croto,
Reservoir. Now they're plannin
to erect gasoline station on tn
spot. From a reader arrives
doleful plant. On the day thi
department in rash and hang
overish moment sat down an,
vowed in print he was climbin
aboard the water wagon, tn
reader resolved to stick with US
wet or dry.
His complaint now is that h
has heard from various source
that lately we have been detecte
slipping something which certainl
was not soup, because it was il
a small pony glass, and, such bt
ing the case, he begs us to ADM
or deny that we have fallen fror
grace-So he can break his oW,
pledge, too. The awful truth
the water wagon was too we
greased-we slid off.
Several magazine editors II
form us that most popular read
ing, they've discovered, is bic
graphical stuff-as a result @
which you can command almos
your own price if the subjec
of your biography has been or j
a colorful figure. This depar1
ment has always considere
biographies or autobiography
more fascinating than fictior
which explains why we have KEEP
our Down Memory Lane" column
running all through these year
. It is, incidentally, one of tn
few columns clipped and file
by the New York Public Librar
and translated into Braille 10
the blind at several institution
in New York State-one il
Yonkers, for instance. .. Up. s
For fiction lovers there is a
ways the gossip columnD
AS far as we know, there is
one distinction enjoyed by au-
thOrs of eyes, We Have No
Bananas which the composers
of no other song can boast
Some years ago the House of
Representatives of Kans as
naSS0d a rNSoIufinn which Is drIv