The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-08-21

BOake Carter
A Dream and an Ideal
It Will Not Come True
Shattered by Immaturity

LIE IS a thick-set man, with
IA fast grazing hair that
tumbles in diSarray over his
forehead. His eyebrows, bushy
and thick; flick UP and down,
barometers of his emotions. His
eyes are gray. They can grow
soft, but always they are tired,
very tired. Occasionally the
square face, with its outthrust
jaw, will smile. Little crows feet
steal from the corners Of those
tired gray eyes. softening the
hard contours.
He is rated as something sim
lister, yet he is exactly the OPP
posite-an idealist. He dreams
great dreams, not for himself,
but his fellow men.
LIE IS man who knows that
~ his dream is not an original
one, yet he is enough of a realist
to know that there is no perma-
nency in his dream, because it is
Of human nature that he
dreams.
He hates Shammers, soft
soapers, the sly patrony Of the
aristocrat for those not blue
blooded born, the sycophants
and the superficial; but he likes
those who are honest in their
convictions and are unafraid to
take an honest oath unto them
selves.
He loathes injustice, but
more ne loathes those who do
an injustice to America, his
country, but seek to clothe
their injustices with the sane
tity of responsibility.
He could have been a IA
nous politician, but he feels
that that would have shat-
tered his dream. He is &C.
cuSed of wanting to be a die.
tator, but actually he is a
more firm believer in the
American system of democratic
government than the people
who accuse him.
But he is a man who, to me,
is the living embodiment of
tragedy often repeated through
the history book Of time. He
has set in force a movement
that, in the end, will destroy
him.
He is old, wise and expert
enced in the ways Of men and
youth, yet it is a youth move
ment that he has originated.
He hates the half-cocked eX-
plosions of his youthful fol-
lowers.
LIE Is a man who believes
Al that labor has had a dirty
deal for the last half century
and that if America is going to
survive as a democratic Amer.
lea labor must get more, to
consume more of Americas
products.
He believes that If capital is
willing to share its gains to an
even greater degree with the
labor that makes capital, then
America will regain the strength
to fight off the devastating ef-
fects of another depression.
That is his sole aim; that is
his dream. Some day perhaps
there may be a great liberal
party in America fostered by
labor. But that day is not at
hand yet.
LIE HAS found, after riding a
A few miles down the high
way Of his dreams, that it's the
old, old buggy, merely painted
a different color, drawn by the
old, old horse, merely bedecked
in different colored ribbons and
the reins held by a driver who
smiles upon his passengers and,
with his great art of converse.
ton, tells them glorious tales so
as to divert their attention from
the fact that he turned down
a side road of his own.
He is, this man, a strange
mixture of hardness and soft
ness, idealisn1 and realism, ma
terialism and spiritualism. Were
1t not for the fact that his
organization has slipped out Of
his control because he, like most
of his kind, attempt too much
all at once, he might have done
a lasting good for America. But
the tragedy of him will be that
the immaturity of youth will