The potters herald. [volume] (East Liverpool, Ohio) 1899-1982, 1941-02-27
The Cherry Tree
Where We Hdtchet Out
The Truth
WHERE is JOHN L.?
. THINGS PASS BY
COOKING SOMETHING UP?
OFF THE FRONT PAGE


. OFF THE FRONT PAGE |
Whatever became of John l.. Lewis
We know where to find Napoleon
Bonaparte.
There's a memorial to Abraham
Lincoln and soon there will be one to
Thomas jefferson.
But it is doubtful whether anyone
would know where to look for any me-
mento of Nero.
Perhaps this all seems bit out of
order or something like that, but it
comes to US out Of History that when
a person blows up very big he can
just as easily collapse down to some
thing very small.
When big wind has gone by you
don't hear anything. It is very quiet.
Of course sometimes a wind does
queer things, like blowing out to sea
and curving back inland again.
But at the moment, one does wonder
whatever did become Of John L. Lewis.
x X X
One wonders in the same way just
what became of the once-famous "One
Big Union" and why anybody was
ever afraid of it anyway.
And who remembers the I. w. w.
and whatever became Of that?
History tells US about many phe-
nomena that kicked up muss for
time and then passed on.
You couldn't find Kickapoo med
icine show any more, but once you
couldn't walk down Main Street with
out finding a crowd gathered around
one of them.
The American scene has produced
many persons who had the faculty OF
making big eyes and putting out in
front and making the populace cape
as they went by.
There was P II. Barnum, who made
a lot of money by making things seem
bigger than they were and getting the
customers all excited about oddities.
He put on good show, too.
These things pass; these strange
men move on-and when the wheel
has passed everything is quiet.
X X X
AS these lines are written it is re-
ported that John L. Lewis has been
glimpsed fitting across the Miami
picture, in sunny Florida. The A. F.
of l.. Executive Council was in the
same neighborhood at the same time.
But that's all newspaper gossip.
Maybe John l.. Lewis wasn't really
there.
Of course we shall know some day
what has become Of John L. Lewis.
He may be taking things quiet like,
while he cooks up another big wind.
Such things have been known to hap
pen.
But after it has become plain that
big wind doesn't do much and that it
soon has to go away and fill up again,
nobody feels quite the same when the
return engagement is played.
They are more likely to smile and
not be SO scared any more.
This matter of human reaction is a
most interesting study.
Mr.. Lewis himself should have de-
voted some time to that study some
time back.
X X X
If we wonder whatever became of
John l.. Lewis, we might also wonder
whatever also became of some of the
thunder birds who flocked around with
him while he was huffng and putting
and making the big wind blow.
It's just as we'll, perhaps, not to
name any of them by name at this
moment.
But time will pass and-maybe-
who knows-some of them will send
back an echo.
However, for the time being, in this
strange quiet after the big blow, where
have they gone?
One thing is that they've all gone
off the front pages.
In this strangest Of all possible
worlds we should be accustomed to
strange manifestations, but the fact
| remains that as each new one comes
along we open our mouths wide, gog-
| gle our eyes and let forth sounds Of
surprise.
What will come next to send us
goggle-eyed and gaga? We can only
wait and see what we shall see-or
| hear-or read.