The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-07-12

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 Ambassadors can scent the re- tirement of @ colleague clear across the Atlantic, just as the neighbours dogs come from blocks away to visit certain other dogs at certain times of the year.
 Joe Davies is particularly un- canny in catching the scent. He caught 1t when Hugh Gibson was about to retire as Ambassador to Belgium; and now the dope is that Joe Kennedy, long little fed up with diplomacy, has a chance to get a J. P. Morgan partnership and wants to recoup the expense of his London Em- bassy--which ran around $250,00 0 year.
 Naturally, there is nothing that Joe Davies and his breakfast food heiress wife, Marjorie Post Hut ton, would rather do than go to London. Davies has proved a good ambassador and would not be bad in London, but there is one complication. SECRETARY OF WAR
 Harry Woodring, round secre- tary of War, has about decided he might retire from the War De- partment to become Ambassador to become Ambassador to London himself. And Roosevelt, who would like to shake up both the Army and Navy following Swan- sons death, would be glad to give 1t to him-except for one thing.
 And here the focus swings back to J6e Davies. Davies is . heavy contributor to the Dem- ocratic National Committee, and the committee is terribly hard up. All the big money from the Rockefcllers, duPonts, ct al-is going to the Republi- cans. Democratic campaign funds have to come from vic- tory Dinners.
 So If Joe Davies will kick through with $200,000 to the par- ty, the President will have an awfully tough time deciding be- tween Davies or Woodring. In other words, it's a question which is worth more-Democratic dough or 8 new Secretary of War.
 AUGUST K. P.'s
 The high officials who flew the Atlantic on the maiden Pan American Clipper had lot of real experiences. But one they are not telling is how they were im- pressed into kitchen duty at Shediac, New Brunswick, when they were grounded.
 The party slept in the plane, but a farmhouse near the airport was rented as a temporary mess shack and lounging quarters. Richard Boutelle, director of the Civil Aeronautics Authority safe- ty regulation board, did the cook ing. Others were not as coopera- tive.
 Major General Delos c. Em- mons, c. o. of the headquarters air force at Langley Field, Va, nestled comfortably in an easy chair in the parlor. But not for long. Boutelle ordered him into the kitchen.
 "I always wanted to see a
 general on kitchen police," he grinned. "This is too good an op- portunity to miss. General, up
 and at those carrots!"
 Next Boutelle turned to Steve Early, White House secretary, who was sprawled on a couch chatting with hefty Clinton M. Hester, CAA administrator.
 "Etcve, get your mind off na-
 tional affairs and start peeling
 spuds," he commanded. And as
 for you, Clint. get on those pots
 and pans and clean them up."
 Result was that Boutelle soon had what was probably the high est ranking scullery staff ever collected under one roof. In ad- dition to Emmons. Early and Hes- ter. other potato peelers included Rear Admiral Russell Waesche. Coast Guard c. O.: Senator Lun- deen: Senator Chavez: Jim Rowe, another White House secretary: Judge R. Walton Moore. 80-year- old counselor of the State Depart ment, who set the table: and Juan Trippe. 40-year-old head of Pan American Airways.
 This went on for three days. As they were about to leave. Bou- telie gave them . little speech.
 "You fellows ought to thank
 me for this eeoking experience"