Evening star., 1946-09-09

legislators out to Henry MeLemore.
dinner, dance the samba with legis-
lators' wives, and generally influence
same by picking up the tab.
This sounds like a horrible life
and probably is, but being a patriot
I am willing to put up with it II
certain reforms can be effected.
Ny first bit of lobbying-and
already have laid in store of ex-
pensive Havana cigars for this cam.
paign-will be directed toward find.
ing out why a veteran can't builo
home while cocktail bars ano
lounges are springing up like ath-
letic mushrooms all over the coun-
try. In the past seven months, I
with my own deep violet eyes, have
seen concrete, concrete blocks
bricks, mortar, shingles and all OF
the other vital items of the building
trade used for the construction of
places of refreshment and amuse-
ment while CT Joe, Mrs. CT Joe
and Baby CT Joe either shared a
hall bedroom with in-laws. or lived
in everything from a hatbox to a
barrel.
There Are Limits.
Why? It seems to me that the
veteran should get at least an even
shake on building material. No one
in his right mind will deny the
necessity of the cocktail lounge, with
its neon lights, juke box, three-by-
three dance floor, and get-rich-
quick proprietor. The cocktail
lounge is as much a part of the
American way of living as soap
flakes commercials on the radio,
patent medicines which cure every
thing from buzzing OF the ears to
gangrene, or pictures of buck
toothed brides in the Sunday section
OF the paper. So let us have them,
by all means.
But I do think CT Joe and his
family, desperately in need of a
place to live, should occasionally be
granted bag Of cement or a bath
tub. After all, the family is the
backbone of nation, and, after all
for the second time, .GI Joe went
out there and did his best to pre-
serve the American home. If he
hadn't. most of us wouldn't be
worrying about getting a new car
we'd be hoping that the Jap we
were pulling around would get some
new easy-rolling tires for his rick
shaw.
The No. 2 Job on my lobbying
program concerns the Presidents
vacation.
Give the Man a Rest.
I am sure that Mr.. Truman and
the men who will follow him as
President would be grateful if a
l5-year sentence in Leavenworth
awaited any one who described the
Chief Executives few hours of
release from the burdens of the
White House. I am not a man who
gets sick at his tummy (Scandina-
Wan for stomach. I can bounce
in an airplane and feel all right. I
can take day off deep-sea fishing
without being bothered by the slow
heavy rolls of the Atlantic or
Pacific. I can even listen to radio
announcers laugh their laughs with
out asking to be excused. Butt
cannot stand the day-by day de-
scription of vacation of the Pres
ident of the United States and
the comments of his aides and
companions.
Typical sample:
President of the United States
(and, don't forget, this is the high
est public Office in the world
Mighty rough weather today, eh,
George?
George: Tee hee. Tee hee. 1
caught bigger one than you did.
Tee hee.
Third aide on the left from the
right: That's a school, teacher fish,
l think.
George. Tee hee. Tee hee. It is
almost big enough to be a school,
master.
Then we get how the waves
looked, what type Of shoes the
President wore, how he felt in a
gale, how he felt in slight breeze,
how he walked around the deck,
and-well, 1, am here to lobby
against that sort of thing. 1 am
quite sure I will get full co-opera-
ton, in spirit, from the White
House.