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Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03
RICHER THAN MIDAS

"Demme. Richer'n CroCus, an
Midas. an ROCKEFELLER - all
plunked into one" he EaSped.
Tina gittin' SOS l cant
stomick sow-belly an greazy
spnds." kiabab complained when
Cromwell, who did the cooking,
had the greaSewood fire going
can them salaratus biscuit
yuh made this mornin', j. still
LAWN on my stomick like "A
hunk q galena."
Maybe YOU won't alluS have
& fodder up like this, kiabab.
Mebhe >. Wen strike It,"
I'VE again" Klabab stormed
you couldn't see color - not
with yer nose i'm it,
"Nabhe not" Cromwell said
The night thlckened gray, like
il does out here. and the two ole
men squatted on their Launches
with tin plates and cups.
"Kiabab" Cromwell cracked
a long silence.
Huh ."
ITS pretty, amt II? TIL stars
an kinda grayness, an
Pretty" klabab snorted.
"You ain nOthin' hut sen'imen-
tai old fool Ne mere brains
than boora-not a. much"
Almost always that was Sut
ficienr 10 send Cromwell INTO ms
blankets shifting. but not this
night. Something IN him or II
his pocket-offSet Kiabab s sharr
cracks.
II guess II we II YOU" he
corrected Struck II mehbe
YOU wouldn't do no more pros
peCtin'."
"Nuh think I'm craZy?" kia-
hah flared. Think like sleepin
with horn-frogs an SidewinderS.
an scorpions, an hairy-laig
terantlers, an sweatin' an prod
din jackasses an eatin
saleratus biscuit, fittin' Z
drownd bull, an sow-belly an
greaLy spuds-'
Nav" Cromwell agreed dis
appointedly. but what would
yuh do"
klahah dreamed minute
"Fust off, Id git me a room
Al tn Golden. an 80 acre q
alfalfy for ESmereldN, Ever
merniH' I'd hist an "a stool at
IN Commercial an order n
dozen aigS, one mornin fried.
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03

Kiabab cut without looking
back,
I'm sieka tn sight n Nuh,"
Cromwell said the Sti1 was
shooting back copper rays, anu
with his eyes misty the glare
blinded him 10 the greaSeWood
root. like a snake across the trail
Anyway he landed on his bread
basket with his Snub nose IN
quartz taluS. bat what he saw
made him forget the wind was
knocked out of him and that the
shale was cutting into his fat
tummy.
He didn't have wind enough TO
boiler 10 Kiahab way up ahead.
and when he got II he didn't know
whether he wanted 10 or not. IilS
eyes GOT bigger and bigger. AS they
followed up the rocky ledge above
the fragments.
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03

mex billed. mex scrambled--an
back T. fried.
Then I'd set all day an play
solo In III Overland, an drink
good whisl<N--nnt belly-wash."
But" Cromwell edged in.
"so'pose yuh git rheumatic. like
yuh done over to Squaw Gulch,
who's gonna lie yer j'iuts?"
"Rheumatiz :" kiabab sneered.
There won't he no rheumatic
once l git shet o. them sala-
ratus biscuits q your'n. Now
dry up. I wanta git some sleep"
Cromwell said he sat there
the fire go dead under
the white ash, his mind teetering
He'd think Ktabab hated him
then he'd remember the time Kia-
bah ran clear into Wellington for
a doctor. when Cromwell had beer
hooked by a bull-rattler. and Kia-
bah was close 10 20 at the time
He sat until the desert got cold
trying to figure out what 10 do
Half the fortune was Kiabab's, but
that meant the loss of his grut1
old partner.
ON the other hand. Kiabab was
getting old. He couldn't traipSC
the desert many more years, ht
didn't have much laid by.
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03
STIFFENS SHOULDERS

"Kiabab" Cromwell stiffened
his shoulders.
Huh ?" Kiabab'S head bobbed
angrily from his blanket.
Here" Cromwell kicked the
fire back to brilliancy. handed
kiahah the specimen.
What's that ?" X / a b b
growled. fumbllng the specimen
in his stiff fingers. What tn
.. Nhere'd yuh git this ?"
"She's tn Shindig. kiabab.
Found her this afternoon. Guess
yuh can have them things you
want now"
kiabab' 5 eyes bulged as the rocl
caught the fire.
shell assay $4,000, Cromy,"
he breathed.
1t had been years since kiabal
had called him that
"WelI. thar she Is" Cromwell
broke in YEARLY Guess I'll roll
in. Kinda tired"
Kiabab was still glaring al IN,
rock when Cromwell pulled hi
blanket over his head,
He said he didn't sleep much
Once IN the night he felt some
one pulled his blanket UP owe
him and a Cruff voice mumbled:
"Th' DANCED old softie."
Daylight and a rough hanC
awakened him.
cit up. yuh lunkhesd We're
gittin' out :"
"GIttln' ou-out ."
That's what I said" Kiabah
snapped Jerking Cromwells
blanket off
"But
"They amt no butts" Kiabah
roared "Fust off, we're goin'
up an, cover up that Showin'-
SOS we can have II In our de-
cllnin' years. Then We iackass
cross tn desert 4 Tuscarory.
TheV's prospect there | been
amin 4 git NJ fer S5 years"
Cromwell said he hoped out
uckled pink.
You'll have 10 figure out !
Mas right or not. I'm only
dumb desert back-hand.
THE END
Tomorrow's short story:
Service for sinners" by Hollis
StarneS.
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03

tDVFFTIFFMFNT
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

real if not more so than the waking world.
So when Dali is sleeping. he is doing his
best work. Now, don't argue with me.
didn't say that He said It. Take II or leave
IT, but don't hollerD
Naturally II the subconscious world is of
such Importance 70 this surrealist he leaves
It with great reluctance Indeed, the process
or ritual Of leading Dali out of the dream
world into the world of reality is not unlike
taking sand-hog out of his sub-surface bur
rowings through a series Of decomposition
chambers 10 enable him 70 return to the
NAL world without suffering from "the bends"
Both Dali and the sand-hog have 20 return
gradually from their working state into the
world of normality-the sand-hog through a
series of decomposition chambers and Dali
through a "selective mask" Dali takes no
chances sudden. rude awakening, accom-
panied by mental bends"
So your correspondent had her first,
matutinal glimpse Of the peerless surrealist
artist, whose canvases hang in many of the
best public and private galleries here and
abroad in his seIective mask.
What is a selective mask?" you are
probably asking. And we'll you may.
II is if you will pardon the language, one
OF the damndest contraptions ever seen on
land or sea II fits over the Dali noggin like
the head-piece of a suit of medieval armor
built for Gargantua.
Draped over It, somewhat like a wimple
ego look that up in the dictionary yourselfD,
somewhat like a snood are a haf-dozen of
the hotels best linen towels. Topping this
structure is something that looks strangely
like an old camera but which Dali from the
muffled interior Of his mask called a per-
sonal, private and professional projection
machine
The sight Of Dali, encased In a sleek velvet
lounging robe, sitting up in bed with this
business atop his dome is no sight for sore
eyes or a reporter merely fortified with one
cup Of coffee.
What is IL for ?" asked weakly
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

take their breakfast eggs or leave EN-. But
Dali is probably the only lad in the world
who insists on arranging them. with the aid
Of catchup, into a surrealist picture before
dspatching them past the esophagus. There
was no doubt that the creation was inspired.
Neither was there any doubt that it was a
mess! But on canvas it would probably have
sold for all the eggs in Iowa.
BY now Dali was ready to shift into the
workaday world. He was ready to arise
shine and face the crude light OF day.
Dapper, at last, in his custom-bult clothes.
Dali was ready to mount the special chair in
which he does large part Of his cerebraton.
This is. in reality, a chair on stills chair
with legs seven feet high.
The chair stands on four turtles and Is
therefore in perpetual notion" Nine. Dali
kindly explained This perpetual motion
stimulates the artists creative power"
Those turtles look awfully deceased to
me-" commented
They are simple asleep brooding in their
own subconscious world" she explained
loftily
But before mounting his chair. Dali had q
sudden inspiration. He clutched paints,
brushes and his wife simultaneously In a
trce he was painting on her forehead a
likeness of Mcdusa, the original and fore
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

There followed what sounded like an ex-
ploson in a French factory from inside the
boiler. since the Spanish painters command
of English is as surrealist as his art But
Nine Gala Dali the chic. attractive wife of
the painter explained.
The selective mask is worn a protec-
ton against the bright morning light, which
is the enemy Of the dream image. Ny hus-
band treasures the dream or drowsiness
image scientifically known as hypnogogic.'
1T is to prolong this state and to cushion
the shock Of sudden, rude awakening from
the dream TO the other world that my husband
wears his selective mask. II and the proiec-
ton machine, which helps him 20 project the
unconscious into the conscious. are his own
Inventions" she said proudly
That metal bucket over his head couldn't.
by any stretch of the Imagination. be the
hotels waste-paper basket, could it ?" asked
suspiciously not unmindful that Senior Dali
has flair for personal publicity that makes
the late Barnum look like an amateur
NO, no no." said Nine Dali coldly re-
verting to Spanish.
Having coddled his subconscious into an
acceptance Of daylight, Senior Dali emerged
from his mask a darkly handsome young
man with swapping black eyes. He explained
that some mornings, when his subconscious
is hitting on all six cylinders, the waste-paper
basket -opp-pp-pp-p-be pardon the selective
mask-isn't necessary. Then he simply wears
glasses made Of mirrors TO prolong his dream
ing state of mind.
At this point, Dali still reluctant to leave
his downy couch. was nevertheless ready for
breakfast He ordered a typically American
one, bacon and eggs toast and coffee. and
felt that sanity was gradually seeping back
into the apartment.
But, too soon, too soon! Some persons can
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10


And so life goes in a surrealist household
And the money pours in, and existence
continues 10 be far more pleasant in a swank
hotel apartment than in any left-bank attic.
War has not interrupted the flow Of
shekels into the Dali Golfer His surrealst
portraits are selling like hot-cakes
He has just completed one of Mrs. Harold
Mccormick Of Chicago, and another Of Nine
Dorothy Spreckes Dupuy, heiress OF the
California sugar family and related by mar
rage, 10 the famous French publishing firm
Before coming to New York several months
ago, he completed a portrait Of Lady Louis
Mountbatten wife Of a cousin Of King
George VI.
Dali whose l. @ is two notches higher
than a foxs, paints his subjects pretty much
as they are-and no one denies that he paints
like angel-leaving his surrealist sub
conscious promptings TO make themselves felt
merely in the background and in the border
OF the portrait.
II is only in his combination landscape
and still-lifes that he unleashes his subcon-
scious, and lets her rip! And when he does
even Dali says he doesn't understand the
results on canvas No wonder the customers
run out into the street, yelling Who's looney
now"
We'll, it amt Dali!
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

NRrrl IN the name Tor Dali You can
also toss in dilcey, dippy and dizzy. But
49, never, never dopey
There is more method in the madness of
Senior Salvador Dali, the Spanish surrealist
painter. then there is beer in bottles
The dapper Spanard at the beginning Of
his career made a basic artistic discovery
that there is no appreciate difference in this
best Of all possible worlds between dollars
and nonsense
This may not be the explanation OF the
current best seller, What Makes Sammy
Run" but IL goes a long way toward explain
ing What Makes Dali Tick"
What makes Dali tick are two very laud-
able and understandable ambitions 81 10
sell his screwball canvases. which he does for
four and five figure checks: and p 10 avoid
starvation in garnet, which he manages by
the simple expedient OF occupying luxurious
apartment in a strictly de luxe New York
City hotel
1t was there that your correspondent spent
a goodly part Of one day 10 learn how the
Other. or Surrealist. Half lives And how il
lives shouldn't happen 10 dog
1t should be surprise to anyone that
Day with Dali or Several Seconds with a
Surrealist, is equal to nervous breakdown
week in the looney-bn. Because day
with Dali is right out Of this world and into
puts on unoffendng canvas whenever he
picks up his brushes and palette
Now insanity isn't prerequisite for I'M
derstanding appreciating Dalfs art. but X
helps And the same thing goes for blow
by-blow description OF his intimate life and
times. The gentle reader will just have 10
hang best he when go around
corners. and believe that ! saw what l
describe for the simple reason that in
-,
antics
Incredible as it may seem, Dali's life is
geared to his paintings Both are strictly
products Of the subconscious school Of art in
which the dream-world is entwned with
the real that il would raise the hair the
back OF Jackthe-Ripper's neck
When Dali gives himself up TO his dreams
and begins putting them on canvas or into
action, the normal lobster thermidor or welsh
rarebit horror OF the average citzen-by COM
parson-s a thing Of beauty and a JOY
forever
Dali paints none of the more familiar
Nightmares, such as falling, falling falling
through space or losing ones pants in public.
When he gives himself over TO dreams. a
welsh-rarebit hair-raiser is beginners stuff.
When he really let's himself go, canvas like
"Autumnal Cannibalism' results. with vista
OF two carnivorous pals (homo sapensl
scing Juicy steaks off each other with the
aid Of fork and knife.
When your correspondent arrived abaft
the Dali apartment, the maestro was still in
the arms OF whatever malevolent morpheus
shepherds the dreams Of surrealists
The master is still sleeping" shushed a
servant who opened the door.
Then why does the sign on the door say
Dali Is Working ?" I asked, pointing to the
picard swinging from the door-knob.
The baffled butler no surrealist, and
I had to wait until some time later 10 hear
the explanation from the dapper maestro
addicted to custom built tailoring and A
William Powell mustache. Even then IL was
bit obscure but 1t goes this way: To a
surrealist, the subconscous dream world is as
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

runner of all the snake
gals who have been
a permanent fixture Of
circus side-shows ever
since.
Surely you remember
Medusa The Greek
lady whose hair was a
mess of curling. writh-
ing snakes? Now. a lot
Of gentlemen would not
like to contemplate a
likeness of Medusa under
any circum s tances,
W h e { her accompanied
with or without pink ell
ephants.
And most gentlemen
certainly would not like
to see a replica of Me
dusa, who was quite a
gal in her day. orna-
menting the fair fore
head of their, respective
wives or loved ones.
But not so. Dali. He
was delighted with his
handiwork when he had
sketched Medusa on
Nine. Dali's brow.
"Frown!" he demand
ed of her, and madame
frowned, Medusa's ex-
preston in stantly
changed.
"Perfectamente!" he
shouted with pleasure.
Madame continued 10
frown and Medusa to
change expression. not
unlike a tattooed lady
Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10
BY INEZ ROBB.

~ FFY is the name for Dali You can
also toss in dilcey dippy and dizzy But
k~~ never, never dopey
Evening star., 1941-09-28
Complete IN This Issue

~AUL AGNEw, the writer, was a
- successful man, but he had never
= been really happy about it. Once
when Sydney Bellows fellow writer,
asked him what success tasted like, he
replied: Dust
Part of his cynicism on the day
when he made this remark was the re-
suit of conversation which he had just
accidentally overheard in Seabright's.
his favorite bookstore. While idly
turning the pages of new edition-de-
luxe of Anatole France. he had become
aware, out of the corner of his eye, of
lady who had invaded the shop. He
had general impression of smart
clothes, feather boa, a large picture
hat, and an atmosphere of chypre.
Her voice rang through the store like
sheep bell:
81 am going to the South of France
tomorrow. want you to send me some
books. l only want the books they are
talking about. Which are they?"
Paul heard the bookseller, with
wicked amiability, saying that he
would make up a parcel for the lady
and would include two books by Paul
Agnew. When she had gone, Seabright
approached with satirical grin.
I only want the books they are
talking about" he echoed. "And she
didn't even know which they were. So
you see we booksellers have our uses"
But you made one mistake, my
FRIEND" said Agnew. "You should
have sent her Max Gregory's last book
- The Babylonians. It's the real
thing. and she wouldn't have known
the difference"
Seabright looked at him curiously.
1t was not often that an author praised
another at his own expense. "Gregory's
the coming man, all right" he said
with the slight Scotch accent which
seemed to lend weight and shrewdness
to his judgments. But he's a wee bit
ahead of the fashions at present"
by the time the lady with the
Evening star., 1941-09-28

water ran up to the rock edges, and
displayed all the colors Of peacock's
tail under the drifting summer clouds
and the shadow of a tall cliff, Paul
Agnew undressed himself and spread
his clothes neatly over small boulder.
with stone or two on top to prevent
them from being blown away.
He swan for ten minutes in the sea,
sun-bathed for another ten, and then
demolished the lunch that he had
brought in his rucksack. After lunch
he smoked cigarette and proceeded
to unpack those other things of which
the farmers wife knew nothing. They
included another complete outfit of
clothes: light summer coat, flannel
trousers. shirt, socks, tie, canvas shoes,
tinted sunglasses and - still more
oddly - small mirror and all the
apparatus for shaving. together with
thermos bottle containing nothing but
hot water.
In a few minutes he was no longer
the Paul Agnew known to the illus
trated press. The mustache and neat
pointed beard. so familiar to the book
shops, had disappeared. He looked
twenty years younger. The tinted sun
glasses, in their streamlined tortoise
she'll frames, were designed for mod
ernity, and he had become a modern
of the moderns.
Finally he put on his clothes - not
those which had been so carefully
spread over the boulder, but th6other
things which he had brought in the
rucksack. Having done this, he hurled
the mirror into deep water, wrapped
the shaving apparatus in a handker-
chief and pocketed it, and left the
rucksack with few pathetic sand
wiches as evidence of its purpose) be-
side the discarded clothes. Then.
Evening star., 1941-09-28
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Evening star., 1941-09-28

Yes, little Miss Snoopy
Ponds Lips" do stay on
longer notice a bly,!
That's probably the !
reason why-in one short
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millions of wise girls have
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Evening star., 1941-09-28

~AUL AGNEw, the writer, was a
successful man, but he had never
been really happy about il, Once
Evening star., 1941-06-17

Senator Byrnes to carry on, cer-
tainly until the return of Senator
Barkley, and perhaps longer. 1t
is true the Supreme Court is in
recess until the october term
opens. But members of the
court are by no means idle dur
ing the summer vacation. They
study cases and requests for
writs upon which the court must
act later. Undoubtedly Senator
Byrnes would like to take over
his new duties and become ac-
climated to the court, as soon as
possible.
In the Senate today, when the
Presidents foreign policy and
some of his national defense
steps have been opposed, the
necessity for able leadership is
acute. With Senators Barkley
and Harrison out on account of
i'll health and Senator Byrnes
leaving for court duties, the
situation gives food for thought.
OF the older members of the
Senate, many are either un-
friendly to the foreign policy of
the President or belong to the
so-called conservative group, or
both. Some were on the Presi-
dents purge" list in 1888.
Senator Wagner OF New York,
a New Deal wheel horse in the
Senate, too, is away on account
of i'll health. Senators Wheeler
of Montana, Clark of Missouri
Evening star., 1941-06-17
By GOULD LINCOLN.

With the Supreme Court
beckoning to him, Senator
Byrnes, Democrat, of South
Carolina-although appointed to
the highest tribunal by the Presi-
dent and already confirmed by
the Senate-finds himself in a
position where his loyalties to
the Senate compel him to with
hold temporarily the final step
from legislator to juriSt.
The South Carolinian has been
acting Democratic leader of the
Senate for several weeks, in the
absence of Senator Barkley, of
Kentucky. Senator Barkley, al
though in much better physical
shape than he was, has been
ordered away fiom Washington
on a two weeks trip, at the end
of which he hopes to return to
the Capitol and take over his
leadership duties again.
Senator Byrnes has been a
powerful aid to the administra-
ton in the Senate for a long
time. He has been relied upon to
help Senator Barkley in delicate
situations. 1t was because the
President wanted him to con-
tinue this work that his appoint
ment to the Supreme Court was
delayed several months.
Must Garry on for a While.
The situation in the Senate
today makes it essential for
Evening star., 1941-06-17
Capt. David Motherwell,
Crash Victim, Is Buried

Funeral services for Capt. David
N. Motherwell, Army Air Corps,
killed in a plane crash near Lyman,
Wyo., were held at 10 o'clock this
morning at Fort Myer Chaper. He
was buried in Arlington Cemetery,
with Air Corps officers as honorary
pallbearers.
Capt. Motherwell, who was born
in Chicago in 1906, graduated from
the United States Military Academy
and was commissioned a second
lieutenant in the Coast Artillery
Corps June, 1881. Transferred to
the Air Corps in 1888, he was pro-
NOTED to captain in 1910. He was
a graduate of both the Air Corps
Primary Flying School and the Air
Corps Advanced Flying School and
had been on duty at Fort Douglas,
Utah, since September, 1910.
He is survived by his widow, Mrs.
Eva 3, MOtherWell.
Evening star., 1941-06-17
The Political Mill
Byrnes Delays Going on Supreme Court to Aid
Administration, Lacking Senute Leaders

and Walsh of Massachusetts, all
strong men, have fought the for
eign policy of the administration
bitterly and continue to do so.
The heads of many of the i'm
portant committees of the Sem
ate are included in the conserva-
tive block.
George Relied on Heavily.
1t is strange that the President
must now rely on Senator George
of Georgia to a great degree.
Senator George is not only chair
man of the Foreign Relations
Committee but is also ranking
member of the Finance Com
mittee. With Chairman Harri-
son unable to handle the coming
defense tax bill, that job will go
to Senator George.
Three years ago the President,
personally, did his best to defeat
the denomination and reelection
of Senator George, considering
him unsympathetic to the New
Deal. The Georgia Senator had
strongly opposed the Presidents
bill to increase membership Of
the Supreme Court.
Other outstanding men in the
more conservative group are
Tydings of Maryland and Glass
and Byrd of Virginia, all of whom
must be reckoned with. In the
younger Democratic group, men
who are relied upon particularly
to support the administration in
clude Brown of Michigan, Hill Of
Alabama and Lucas of Illinois.
None has been long in the SEN
ate, however. So this question Of
leadership is not to be lightly
waved aside.
President Roosevelt's recent
appointments to the Supreme
Court, including the selection of
Harlan F. Stone to be Chief
Justice, have been generally ap-
proved. There has been criticism
because the President has, in
making seven appointments to
the court, named no Republican.
When he took Office in 1888. after
IL years of Republican control
of the Federal Government, the
courts political makeup was five
Republicans and four Democrats
and two of the Democrats