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The Washington times., 1938-01-13

MEN .DON i UNI
No, I'm not a feminist,
Nor a man-hater,
Nor do particularly
Admire women,
Including myself.
But still I say
Men do not
Understand women.
And from that lack
Of understanding
There arises
An endless misery
Which might. so easily,
Be prevented.
Men think women
Are soft and silly,
Cowardly and dumb
Two-legged tabbies
Who like to be petted
And prefer to live
Safe, monotonous lives,
PHOOEY! HOW MEN
FOOL THEMSELVES ABOUT
WOMEN!
WHY DO MEN FOOL THEM
SELVES
so ABOUT WOMEN?
BECAUSE 1T GIVES
THEIR CoNCEIT SUCH A
BANG
AND PROVIDES THEIR COW
ARDICE
WITH SUCH AN ALIBI!
Women aren't any
Of the things
Men think they are
"Clinging Vines"
THE Weak and Timid Sex"
Women are actually
Half-tamed savages,
Ruthless and reckless,
Determined and defiant,
Single-minded in their purposes,
Indifferent to
Law and order,
Tradition and precedent
More cruel and callous
(If their need calD
Than any man.
Women don't like
Safety and monotony.
THEY LOATHE THEM!
Women don't desire
Protection and guidance.
BOTH BURN THEM UP!
If a woman
Can't start something,
Or assert herself
In any other way,
She will do it
BY being
A Martyr or Victim!
The Washington times., 1938-01-13
Three-Minute Journeys
Ru TenrpLe Manning

NOV we know that we just have to return to
~ Africa if not this winter, then certainly next
year friend has just sent enhancing account
with pictures, of the new ''Round-in-Nine' trip,
nneday journey that takes the traveller by special tour
ing train through eastern Transvaa the game reserve
and even Lourenco Marques on the east coast
The Washington times., 1938-01-13

cause 1t de-
pends entire
ly on the per-
son. At times
it is an ad-
vantage for a
very you n g
person to look
older, but all
older pc ople
want to re-
tain the ap-
p e a rance OF
youth. I fire.
The Washington times., 1938-01-13

look my age.
Youth, which
p r o m i S e S
m a n y years
of life ahead
of one, is far
more impor-
tant than ap-
p e a rance. I
feel that I
S t j ! ! have
m a ny years
ahead of life
and I'd rath-
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er have those years than to be
older and still look younger"
X X
Miss Eliza Amber, 1921 New
Hampshire Ave, stenographer:
"I'd rather be younger than I
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The Inquirine
photographer
The Washington Times In
viteS you to submit timely
and interesting questions to
be used in this column.
THE QUESTION

Would you rather be older
than you look or younger than
you look?
The Washington times., 1938-01-13

younger than
I am and, as
a m a t t er Of
fact, everyone
thinks I am
y o u n 6 e r.
While it is
i ne Wit a BILE
that all of us
Will grow OlQ,
I houe that I
can ke ep a
youthful ap.
pearance and
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Traffic Toll

The list Of traffic victims In
the District of Columbia since
January /, 1888, is graphically
shown by the death watch.
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Gates. I think it is better,
after all, to look your age in
stead of trying to cheat Father
Time"
4 4
Miss Vera Wendall, 2701 Ham
lin st. N. E., stenographer:
THAT is a hard question, be-
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VOICE OF THE PEOPLE

limited addresses Of
the writer will be
The Washington times., 1938-01-13
AUTO PRODUCTION

that are rubbing up, into sore spots,
Governor Murphy of Michigan, like Alfred P
Sloan chairman of the board of General Motors, and
E;no,co several other industriaists, conferred
- -, with the President Tuesday the auto
TTO0'eM situation. The governor commented on
highpressure saesmanship and overzealous INSTALL
ment financing one possible cause of the winter
slump in car demand We don't know not being ex-
perts on the auto industry but it might be we'll for
the industry to look into this. If too many cars
high-pressured onto buyers who eventually have to
stop payments, both the and the used-car
kets will be affected and the end result will be more
unemployment in the auto industry.
The recent wholesale layoffs were necessary, since
it would be foolish to go producing cars for which
no sales were in sight; but just the same, they
sad Christmas present for those laid off and for De-
trot Which reminds US of the Presidents sugges-
ton of sometime ago that all industries might
we'll consider ways and means of putting their labor
an
The Washington times., 1938-01-13
ANNUAL SALARY BASIS

to replace the present on-agan-o -offagain basis in
many industries.
Production would still have to be geared to demand
a Ncrk IN under such system. Nor could the
change be made overnight.
OHOOt al But it's mark for industry to
shoot at and we'd like to the shooting intensified.
It ought to be feasible for many industries to build
up systematic schemes for spreading the work through
the year than they do now
There's one bright spot in the picture, anyway.
Various auto concerns have rehired thousands of
people since New Years, and hoping for better
business this spring. So maybe the recession hit bot
tom couple of weeks ago. But that's no reason for
calling off efforts to prevent another slump bv
Strengthening out known kinks in our industrial
; system
Yo News
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that I can retain all my lie the
outlook Of youth"
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THE ANSWERS
Miss Eunice L. Kinnear, 1904
K st. N. W., secretary:
Naturally everyone wants to
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MEN DON'T UNDERSTAND WOMEN
Evening star., 1938-01-30

and fell again to nibbling at the little garment
The spring dragged by and Boss Jim r
covered we'll, though he knew he'd do no ridin
for while He was up and about with his arr
in sling but there was weakness in him.
"Bettcr let me have Glory, Jim" the fore
man said.
Boss Jim considered gravely. "Hate to Civ
him over" he said hesitantly, but mayb
you're right -"
"Nossir! Nossir, he ain't!" cried Little Ji,l
pounding at his fathers thigh with angry fists|
Don't you let Harl ride him! | don't want hir
to!' The little face upturned was red wit
wrath, the blue eyes flashing.
well. Son, you seem stirred up. Why moi?
Because Glory's mine an Harl said he [
kill him! heard him! III ride him my own Sc |
son,eday!
The men laughed and the child stamped hi
little booted feet, tears flowing. He was takin|
the matter hard and Boss Jim laid hand Of
the rough young head where Annie's curls ble1
in the wind
"All right - all right" he said resignedly|
and Harley White walked off. Twice in tn
weeks that followed the child climbed dow
inside the pole corral. There was daring in him
and an arrogance to match the ridgling's owr
and he staggered guardedly along the fend
in the deep rut the striped white hoofs ha|
worn in the years of their durance, watchin|
the house for Mrs. Blodget. the open for chanc|
riders. He thrust his hands in his small pockets
cooked his hat on his head the way he'd see1
his father do, and kicked the dust into cloud
before him. He walked and staggered. AMI
Glory paced behind him. his nose to his back
his warm breath down his neck. blowing tn
red kerchief So it was that Glory knew hi
master this very little master who had adde{
fearlessness to love, and he came behind hin
obediently, for the first time in his life.
The love that had been nebulous and erratil
in his uncertain heart crystallized into some|
thing firm and abiding, and both he and thu
small boy knew it.
Il could ride you," Little Jim said, puffnd
out his chest. Huh, could. could show oil
Harl"
1t was deep thought. heady and thrilling
and it bore fruit, as it was bound to do, for on
night when the whole place slept he slid sud-
denly from the top rail onto Glorys back. Now
Evening star., 1938-01-30

IF ONE looked only at his yellow coat with
the darker dapples on it, at the length of
his straight legs, the arch of his neck where
. the white name flowed, he was apt to ex-
claim in admiration of his beauty.
1t took the boys of the Double B to grin in
knowing silence.
''Yeah," they would say. hes pip to look
at all right, but he amt worth DAMN
In his early colthood, when he was a graceful
prancing thing beside his sorrel mother, Annie
Mason had smiled at his arrogance and called
him Glory Golden Glory she called him with
that whimsical, visionary gladness which saw
such beauty in all life. So Glory he had been
and Boss Jim Mason had seen to it that he was
raised we'll, with full years sucking by the
sorrel mare before she was bred again. For any
thing that Annie liked was sacred to her hus
band.
Doubly so now, for by another year little
Annie with her gay blue eyes had given him
son and gone away forever, gallantly, with
kiss and smile, as she had lived her whole
short life.
Boss Jim lived on when it seemed he could
not bear the daylight nor the dark, carried on
the work of the ranch, drove his fall beef out,
worried through calving, marking. flies and
heat, and spent his heart on Little Jim who
looked like Annie in every line of his small face.
Annie's son and Annie's colt The two things
nearest her he had.
The widow Blodget came to the Double B
and took the boy to her lonely heart, along with
the housework and the cooking. The golden
colt was weaned and handled jealously that his
spirit might not be broken. 1t had been that
wild Haunting which had charmed the girl and
Boss Jim strove to preserve it. To that end he
was "cut proud" in the gelding, so that he
ramped and squealed and stamped his striped
white hoofs and shook his handsome head
exactly like a stallion.
Boss Jim smiled, beholding.
Hes still your pretty, Annie DEAR" he
would whisper sometimes. "Your wild and
arrogant Glory. hope you can see him when
you look down on us on me and Little Jim.
Oh, darling - darling!
So the two young things grew in grace as the
years went by, the bright-haired boy and the
golden horse. Young Jim took to the corrals
like a cow1nan born and followed his father, a
straight little chap in tiny boots with kerchief
round his neck. And as if there were some secret
bond between them he gravitated naturally to
the bars that held young Glory.
The bond was there. too, in the heart of the
horse, for he would put down his velvet nose to
blow and nibble at the little hands thrust
through, to trot along the fence as the child
Evening star., 1938-01-30

moved His wild eyes, as blue as Jimmie S own,
were wide and full of light at these times and the
men would watch uneasiy.
''Jim," the foreman said once, Il don't like
the look on Glory's face when he runs along by
Jimmie He stamped hen to bits the other
day."
Il know" Boss Jim replied, but it S not
that way with the boy. He loves the kid, Harley.
He's just so crazy for him that he looks wild
that way held him up the other day and
Glory whinnied for all the world like mare
with a new foal. Smelled him all over and
nibbled at his sleeve. And the kid was just as
wild. Put hiss arms around his neck, rubbed his
cheek all down his face. never saw two young
things love each other So
But Harley shook his head.
Don't take chances, Boss" he said, 1--WE
seen ridglings that were worse than studs some
times Killers of the first water"
Il know" said Mason, land of course l
won't I've kept him held too close - wanted
to keep him unblemished, like he was when
Annie named him - perfect, a Glory all ways"
And perfect he was, to look at. But there
perfection ceased, for Glory was bad one in
the eyes of the riders Five years old and not
strap mark on him. 1t was no good and they
shook wise heads regarding him.
A colt should be bridlewise in his first year,
saddlewise at two, we'll broke at three, trained
to the work and conscious of a master.
But Glory knew no master, and neither did
Little Jim for that matter, for his father could
deny him little. The horse was always restless,
swinging round and round his corral, pushing
at the bars with his broad yellow breast squeal
ing ringing challenge to all and sundry of his
kind.
Sometimes old Satin, the big black stud who
had sired most all the get of the Double B.
would answer him with an angry bawl Some
times, if the pasture gate was open, ne would
come running like an engine to slide up to
Glory's pen and snap at him across the white
peeled saplings If he thought to scare the gol-
den colt by these high measures of acknowl~
edged power he missed his guess, for Glory
would meet him with rush and impact that
shook the stout fence and brought the men on
the rum Old Satin hated Glory as he would
have hated him had he been a stallion, and
tried his best to kill him. But Glory would give
him back every insult, every effort at battle,
and the unshod hoofs would thunder on the
rails, the barred teeth shine in the sunlight.
Sometimes one or the other would snap and
catch and the silken hide along throat and
curvng neck would faunt bright crimson BAN
ners before the men could part them. At such
times Satin, driven back to his own domain,
Evening star., 1938-01-30
! THE G0LDEn. RI
by VINCE E. Roe

would grumble deep in his throat. sinister
low sound; look back with red-rmnled eyes.
And Glory, forgetting him. would go back to
his ceaseess, restless trotting.
"Jim," said Harley in the spring OF that
year, you've got something on your hands
you can't let go of. You've either got to break
that horse or get rid of him. He S going bad, |
tell you"
81 know it. Harl" the boss replied with
troubled eyes. II guess Ill have to break him. v
And so, when the spring work was we'll laid
by, Mason undertook to break Glory to ride.
That was bad job. for the colt threw him at
the first jump and broke his shoulder blade,
and Harley White shut his lips in a thin line.
You let me have him, Jim, he said griInly.
I'm break him or kill him. Five years old and
the best horse on this spread - or any other -
and not worth his salt"
But Boss Jim shook his head. remembering
Annie.
I'm try him again when get over this, he
said, and Harley said no more. But Little jim,
hearing, had frowned and fdgeted, and in the
late dusk, when Mrs. Blodget thought he was
in bed, he sat perched on the top rail of Glory S
pen and fondled the high wild head. He pulled
the short gold ears that were lined with silken
white, pummelled the monstrous jaws. and
Glory batted his eyes and blew upon him low
ingly He rubbed his restless face against the
child's body as if he found some mysterious
comfort there, and Harley White, asleep in the
bunkhouse, would have felt his hair rise had he
known, for he had never ceased to vision Glory s
jaws swapping for Satin's windppe.
Stud proud, all right" he would think
sometimes. land stud-bad. It's his life. shut up
and useless. He's misft. poor fellow. but moth
ing to be coddled because of that
He did not know that this had happened be
tween Glory and Little Jim - all their lives
before - for the child was cunning and secre-
tive, knowing how the cowhands watched HIM.
So now the boy whispered to the golden horse,
arrogant and unafraid
"Aint goin' to kill you, or Harl ain't." he
boasted "Aint goin' to ride you either. I'll tell
Boss Jim an he won't let him - get over, you
big hunk! You push me off -"
He showed against the leaning head and
Glory swung aside. Deprived of the support the
child lurched clawed wildly, and fell into the
corral, humping down against shoulder, knee
and hoof in his descent Now Glory had
never seen the boy low on the ground
except outside the bars, and they -
had done something to his per-
spective Nothing on the
ground inside that corral s&
had ever escaped the 5s s5
stamping hoofs that were e
so lightning quick. ~
Hens and young
pig, and geese wan
dering stupidity to-
ward the water MA
trough. Now the
ridgling's starry
eyes hared wide III
in his doWn-bent
face beneath his u III
stiffening neck. a:ssssI
He leaned back
on taut legs, his
breast outthrust
exactly like studs
about to charge.
What wild reversion
stirred in him, what =
lack of memory covered - =
all tine years when th>
child had grown beside
him, who might say!
AZ L nod
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29
THE ONE WAY OUT
OF THE SQUATTER PROBLEM

Probably the most vital phase of the
migratory workers problem was ex-
pounded in this newspaper yesterday in
one of series of articles started after
a writer in a national magazine called
Imperial Valley "a little Fascist prin-
cipality" controlled by employers of
farm field labor. Yesterdays article
dealt starkly with the contractors camps,
the employers camps and the unsuper-
vised camps in which a flood of migra-
tory workers annually finds housing.
We found reports of filth and squal-
orr justified only in the unsupervised
camps-those places visited by a state
housing representative once a year and
by county health officials when they
have time, which is seldom. That the
residents of the unsupervised camps
themselves could, if they would. clean
up their camps makes no difference.
They do not-and the health menace to
them and to others remains.
Imperial county officials might be
wise to create a deputy with no other
job than to supervise these camps to
see that sanitary facilities are kept up
and sanitary rules observed. 1t appears
to be the only solution to difficult
problem.
The camps are disappearing nOw-fOr
the summer-but they will be back again
next year. Supervision must be provided.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29
REPUBLICAN OPTIMIST
ROGER BABSON

We do not know, but we believe Roger
Babson must be Republican. The fam
ed political economist, in his weekly
feature article in this paper yesterday,
predicted that the New Deal will be
defeated in 1910 by a coalition of conser-
vative Democrats and liberal Republi-
cans. Mr.. Babson seems bit out of his
depth in politics, it appears, when he
suggests that the coalition nominate a
conservative Democrat.
The suggestion is good. The idea is
sound. 1t is true that many conservative
Democrats may vote Republican in 1910.
But as to an official coalition, officially
recognized-well, that just isn't party
politics.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29
WHO KNOWS THE UNWISE'
FROM THE WISE?

Five hundred and thirty-one men in
congress had an opportunity to vote on
the new tax bill-and they gave it
majority of their votes
One man refused to sign it, preferring
TO let it become law without his sigma
ture-because he thought it was "very
unwise.'
Thousands of men in business in the
United States thought the undistributed
profits tax very unwise because it pre-
vented them from expanding their busi-
nesses, and said so in protests to con-
greSs.
Less than a score of political idealists
making up Washingtons unofficial
cabinet, thought the undistrbuted prof
its tax very wise, and said so to the
President.
venerable Chinese proverb says:
No wise man calls another unwise"
In Washington the President mixed
political sagacity with what the Chinese
proverb-maker would have called folly.
He let the new tax bill become law be-
cause he knew it would be passed over
his veto if it were vetoed, and then he
stood up and called the 531 men of
congress Every unWise" for passing the
bill.
Between two men, which is to Judge
who is wise?
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29
Photographs

Downing street, residence OF
British prime ministers, was named
after Sir George Downing, a
seventeenth century British chan
cellor of the eXchequer.
When the Bible was translated
into the Eskimo language, baby
SEAL was substituted every time
the word lamb" appeared.
The South Pacific islands of
Pago-Pago are pronounced as If
spelled Pango-Pango.
A woman in Boston got a di-
Vorce because, she said, her hus-
band wouldn't give her q dime for
carfare. They should have moved
to New York, where the subway's
only q nickel.
The Danube river, LAO miles
long, flows through seven coun
tries.
PITUITARY extract, injected into
COWS, is said to double their milk
production.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29
Bruce cat+on Says
= Votes and Taxes are Closely Related

that we do have it sets us apart. we
enjoy boon denied to many mill
ions of people; can't We pay for 1t
with a god grace?
Second, we might also realize
that the way we exercise this
privilege of voting has q most inn
mediate bearing on the way in
which we are called upon to
shoulder the duty of paying taxes.
For these despised politicians who
spend our money are, after all,
elected by ourselves, and they are
extremely sensitive about trying to
do what they think we want them
to do. If they soak us through
high tax rates, excessive spending
programs and all the rest, it can
not possibly be anyone's fault but
our own.
If we direct from the polling
booth to the tax collectors office
we ought to have a much clearer
idea about the privilege of the
ballot-and the responsibility that
goes with it.
Imperial Valley press., 1938-05-29

Roxy standard.
The Shuberts. the theatrical pro-
ducers. fired him Said they want
ed a good man.
He cot a Job in a church. The
church fired him. Said he didnt I
understand sacred music
And so it went, job after job,
Even the National Broadcasting
Company fired him Said he dldnt /
quite get into the swing of things
His name is Werner Jansen. He
is the son of a man who came from
Denmark and established a res
taurant on Broadway. 1t had a ia
nous sign which said, Jansen
Wants to See You
Young Werner Jansen loved mu-
sic more than anything else III the
world. and he was determined not
to give up. His father wanted him
to 90 into the restaurant business
with him. but Werner said it was
music or nothing. There was a
family disagreement and the son
was kicked out again.
He wanted to go to college, bat
he didn't have any money But
he took care OF that. He got job
waiting on the table and washing
dishes. AS he washed dishes, he
thought of himself leading great
orchestra. One day he picked up a
long cook spoon and was leading
the orchestra Of his imagination
when the boss came in. Fired again.
The boss said he didn't want people
in his kitchen who had crazy ideas.
He got another job washing dish
es. Also he played at the motion
picture theatre. The rest of the
time he studied. Now and then ne
slept.
But he did put himself through
college, and never once, under any
circumstances did he give up the
idea of being a conductor.
He worked hard There were
no spare moments for him. Time
that was not spent on music was
spent searching for opportunity to
present his music. Finally, calls
began to come in. Cleveland want
ed him to direct, so did Detroit.
Then came a call from Rome: then
Berlin.
He wanted to direct the works
Of the great Jean Sibelius in Fin
land where Sibelius lived. At last
an invitation came from HelSing-
fors.
Days and days of rehearsal. He
did not know the language, but he
did know music. and he made his
HelsingfOrs audience feel what he
felt. Then came the night Sibe-
Illus was there, and the greatest of
the great of Finland. The audi
ence went wild with applause, and
shouted his name with that of ST.
belius.
When it was all over and he left
the opera house, crowds were wait
ing to see him. His automobile
where was it? Finally he found it
covered with flowers. When he
at last drove away, the people
stood shouting his name and throw
ing more flowers after him.
He forgot about the many times
he had been fired.
He now gets a thousand dollars
night.