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Friday, August 30, 1935.
McAllen daily monitor
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Lashing The Braintrusters
The latest “crack” by a member of
congress at one cf the administration’s
recognized braintrusters has set the
politicians and political observers to
speculating.
It came from Representative Pet-
tengill, a Democrat of Indiana, and
was directed at the youthful Tom Cor-
coran, credited with being one of the
authors of the utility holding company
-bill.
Pettengill’s attack on Corcoran went
a great deal further than similar at-
tacks on braintrusters by members of
congress have gone in the past. And,
what insiders here regard as signifi-
cant, his colleagues in the house ap-
peared to eat it up.
The Indiana representative, a mem-
ber of the committee which handled
the holding company bill, was an ar-
, dent foe of the so-called “death sen-
tence” sectKTn. Tfflf attack on Corcoran
was precipitated by a statement ap-
pearing in the Congressional Record
to the effect that he (Pettengill) had
a part in “deliberately dragging out
hearings on the bill in executive ses-
sion for the purpose of giving the
utility lobby, with millions of dollars
to spend, an opportunity to prepare
their defense.”
That statement appeared *nder the
name of Representative Eicher of Io-
wa, a Democrat and a member of the
foreign and interstate commerce com-
mittee,
Pettengill refused to believe that his j
friend Either Would say such a thing.
He recited instances of their friend-
ship as proof. He said he saw the hand
f cf Braintruster Corcoran in the whole
affair.
“I am getting very well fed up with
Mr. Tom Corcoran,” Pettengill shout-
ed as the house applauded, “the am-
bassador from Passamaquoddy.”
He then launohed into a tirade
against Corcoran and concluded by
inviting the rules committee cf the
house investigating the utility lobby
to call him before it and ask him a
few questions.
Most of the questions Pettengill sug-
gested concerned this particular inci-
dent and Corcoran’s alleged attempts
to intimidate members of the house as
well as himself into “distorting their
good judgment” on the “death sen-
tence.”
Everybody sat up and took notice,
however, at Pettengill’s final thrust
at Corcoran.
“Mr. Ccrcoran has admitted,” he
said, “that he had plunged deep in
the New York stock market in times
gone by, that he had made and lost a
small fortune there. I would suggest
thtft he be asked at this time whether
he is in the stock market today, es-
pecially with reference to utility
1 stocks.” ■* r%* ‘ 1 '
shivers up the backs of administration
leaders that their carefull|r-faid plans
for adjournment of congress would be
upset by a filibuster on" |he pari of
Nye and his associates, j;
They had seen what harjf happened.
Mere mention of the Nj|j munitions
report had prompted Senator Bone of
Washington, a member qf the muni-
tions committee, to speakfthree hours
on the subject, during Which he re-
marked, “If congress doep not go home
at all, if we stay. here/ujhtil the 1st
day cf January . . ,il fqr 0ne am per
•ht
fectly willing to do it. ^
MODERN
WOMEN
By Marian Mays Martin
—
PROFILES
For T o 4 Ay
By Talbot
Former Film Star NoJlfA Censor
It is the usual thing fb feel sorry
for those film stare wh^iinally slip
from sight and are hea^fjcf no more.
What becomes of thenThere are
stories of former stars seeking what-'
ever work they can g£t extras, with J
the hope that sometime tl£ey will make
a comeback. But here is j£&e you need
not feel sorry about. Marguerite Clark
sixteen years ago, was the darling of
the nation; she and Mary Pickford
vied with each other for first place in
the affections of the public.
Suddenly the petite Marguertie
dropped out of sight completely with
her career still at its height. What
happened is that she just up and
walked cff the lot to marry Harry P.
Williams, Louisiana capitalist. She
never returned to stage and screen.
Now she has popped up after all
this time—in a political capacity. Hu-
ey Long decided she ought to be a
good film censor, since she knew films
so well. Therefore, she was induced
to go on the board./She has been in
New York recently, talking things
over with some of that state’s cen-
sors, and getting herself informed on
the theatrical situation generally.
A bit plump* now, she still retains
much of the cuteness that won her so
large a following. She always was
rather prim, and that feature remains.
However, she tells you she has become
more liberal minded with the years
and is not shocked so easily.
“Ridiculous,” she answers. “I al-
ways hated the movies, and^even the
theater has no interest for me now
as a player, although/# shall never
lose my interest as a specWor.”
She likes the lassitud&of New Or-
leans, where her homeis. The grace-
ful Southern mode of _$|ing has kept
her entirely satisfied, t&nd she has
grown “away from thei j>ld theatrical
environment, if, indeed ifife ever really
was in it during the dtf-ys of her na-
tion-wide popularity,
That’s what happened to one re-
tired movie star. ft
From down Texas way conies this letter ot
protest about the unseemly actions of a girl
whose friends have finer instincts than hers.
“My dear Mrs. Martin: At the Park Concert
I had the opportunity to be present with sev-
eral of my boy and girl friends. Two of my
girl friends stepped aside and talked with a
very nice fe.\>w. One of the girls said, ‘How
about the five dollars?’ The fellow had told
this girl that if she wore the front of her hat
down she would improve her looks and that he
was willing to give her five dollars.
“ ‘Well, I will keep my promise,' he said, and
handed her a five-dollar bill. The girl took it,
after which he left and she laughed. I do not
believe she did right to keep that money, nor
do any of my boy friends. She could, for a
joke, take it, but return it afterward. I went
home and asked my mother and my dad what
they thought about it. They said, ‘Your girl
friend did wrong to take that money. It was
all a joke, but the man kept his word. The
girl should not have asked about the money,
tf she is a nice girl,’ they said, ‘she will return
it at the first Opportunity.’
“Now I am asking you to give us girls your
opinion. Did our friend have the right to ask
for and to keep the money, no matter how
friendly she was with the boy? Texas.’’
Confirming the Opinion
A confirmation of her own opinion and that
of her mother and father is wTiat the writer ot
this letter really wants. I feel sure that she
knows what my opinion is.
The girl in question did an inexcusable thing.
Not only should she not have asked for the
money, but she should not have kept it had it
been offered unless it wras a bet, and even so
she should have waited for the one who made
the wager against her to have spoken of it.
From what the letter implies, it was not a bet
—although it might have been that the boy
said, “I’ll bet you five dollars that you would-
n't wear that hat turned down.” In that case,
since the girl did, the boy lost his wager and
should be expected to pay. After all, it was a
very silly wager, if it was a wager, and I have
an idea that it was. In any event, the girl isn't
a very good sport, for it was not very nice of
her to bet on a sure thing.
Tired of Her
“My dear Mrs. Martin: I have been married
three years and have one little girl. My hus-
band says he is tired of me and wants me to
get a divorce. He is willing to support us and
to do everything he can to make it easy for me
to divorce him. but I don't want to. I suppose
he has fallen for someone else, but I don t
know for sure. What shall I do? Ida M.“
Nothing for the time being. Such a momen-
tous step requires considerable thought. A tem-
porary separation might bring your husband to
a realization of his real feeling toward you. He
may be under a terrific strain and not really
tired of you. Ease up the tension, you will no
doubt find him restored to his normal self.
You realize that it's no use trying to hold a
man if he does not want to be held, but you
can spar for time without any great loss of
face, as oui/ Chinese friends put it. Tell him
that you want to think it over and that you
want him to think it over, too, and that you
suggest breaking cairfp for a week or two by
his taking a vacation or by you going on one—
with the baby, of course.
He is not my idea of a husband worth keep-
ing. but if he is, your’best bet is to try to re-
vive his interest in you and his child. Not a
hopeless task, but certainly not a very cheer-
ful one!
NEW YORK
INSIDE OUT
Bj Don O’Malley
K V
I*4
A Washington Daybook
By Herbert Plummer
WASHINGTON — Perhaps as sur-
prising as the spe^d with which the
senate .passed the neutrality laws was
the spontaneous out-burst on the flcor
engaged in by the youthful Senator
Nye of North Dakota immediately af-
ter the vote was taken.
Figuratively speaking, Mr. Nye all
but jumped up and clicked, his heels
in delight. Actually; he jumped to his
feet in tho middle aisle of the cham-
ber, grabbed the hand of “Young
Bob” La Follette whom he first en-
countered, then raced back to where
Vandenberg of Michigan was stand-
ing to give him a resounding thwack
pn4he back.
Mr. Nye plainly was elated. And
that somehow wasr a bit unexpected.
Senate Joint Resolution 173, the
technical designation of the neutral-
ity laws passed by the senate, doesn’t
go near as far as the proposals ad-
vanced by Nye and his munitions in-
vestigating committee. And the devo-
tion cf the munitions committee mem-
bers to their scheme to “take the pro-
fit out of war” is known to all on c#p-
About Men And Things
By Orville L Cox
THIS AND THAT: One of McAllen’s most
beautifully furnished homes: That of the O.
P. Martins . . . Why are so many trucks paint-
ed red? . . . Dr. Cochram’s green visored hat
with the rickish tum-up in front! . . . Descrip-
tion: Blase. . . .
• • •
I'm planning on going out the morning ot
the 1st and shoot right back at these wild
whitewing hunters. For several years I’Ve
stayed out of this revolution that breaks on
the 1st day of September In the Valley, but
this year I'm going to dig in.
You And Your. Child
By JANE HERBERT GOWARD
There’s war in Ethiopia, there’s revolutions
in France, a bit of troupe in Chaco and white-
wing seasop in the Valley. I’m about to enlist
in the latter. Bright and eftrly Sunday morn-
ing I intend to kiss my wife goodbye, pat the
red Persian a farewell smirk and take my
stand In the woods.
• • •
I can see the picture now. There'll be a
meadowlark burst from the edge of the com
patch and someone will cut down the tree un-
der which I’m standing. Bur I’ll be prepared.
I’ll stand, gritted teeth and murmuring a soft
! prayer.
• • *
A kildeer will brush by me and I’ll rip holes
in that first fellow’s hunting bag. There'll, be
a noise from behind and thr^e other'menh&ve
, taken a definite stand in tf^kill. One of them
j will shoot out my winds&j&d while another
1 plugs the rear tire on the B^ht side."
That will mean nothing (‘i an enlisted man!
I came to play! I'll sneak t Sound on the other
side, they have a tent pi&ijed over there. A
whitewing soars over, a t ipusand guns roar
and I take stock. Yep, I their coffee pot,
and—on that second fire—tOere she crumblbes'
—I felled the tent! t
* * §
The fact that they did Esther work on my
auto will mean nothing to pe. I’m in the heat
of battle. Eight more Yank| have taken stands
with loaded guns. A man! can’t possibly get
out alive. There’s the bird, a blast and I'm
trampled in the scramble for him. I take more
stock. I’ve exploded three boxes of shells sitting
t on the ground by an arch-enemy. Upon closer
"'Why, Walter! I thought you had gone out.
What are you hanging arourld for?”
Walter looked sheepishly at his mother. Then
directing his gaze to the floor, he spoke with
a decided pout. "When I bring the fellows over
this afternoon, please don't talk babytalk to
me." Seeing his mother s puzzled look, the
eight-year-old went on to explain. “I don’t
want the fellows to hear, ‘Does mother’s darling
want a glass of milk,’ and all that.”
What Walter implied was that he did not
mind, in fact he rather enjoyed, being “moth-
er’s darling” in private. It soothes an inner
loneliness to know that one is so important to
his mother. But in the presence of others a
fellow likes to be self-respecting. This is im-
possible when mother keeps reminding him and
calling others’ attention to the| fact that Wal-
ter is still her baby.
The problem introduced here is as old as the
hills. It is the result of a peculiar weakness
mothers have for their children that makes
them hate to see them grow up. For growing
up involves a growing away. This induces many
mothers to keep their children infantile and
dependent upon them as long as possible. They
wait on their children hand and foot.
Sooner or later such a child rebels against
his position as “mama's boy." But the flesh,
accustomed to traveling a path of least resist-
ance, is weak. In spite of himself, therefore,
he must cling to mother. He needs her as she
needs him. And that is precisely what mother
strives for. She flatters herself that he cannot
get along without her, however. All that it
would take to prove the contrary 1s a different
course of training.
Wifn a child, whether he is two or twelve,
shows a wish to be big take the cue. After all,
maybe you do baby him too much? The matter
is worthy of investigation.
NEW YORK, Aug. 30—The most
comical story to break hereabouts
in months is the monkey business
over in Dong Island.
A couple of week's ago Frank
Buck's jungle camp on the Sun-
rise Highway near Massapequa
was thrown into an uproar when
about 150 monkeys escaped from
the Zoo and overran surrounding
Nassau County. For days, private
residents, fruit stand owners, loco-
motive engineers and motorists
have been terrified by the surprise
invasions of the footloose simians.
About 50 of the monkeys are still
at large, and the whole country is
buzzing with tales of the runaways’
exploits.
Some monkeys shinnied up flag-
pole and refused to come down,
necessitating a Fire Department
truck and two extension ladders
before they could be captured. One
motorist was driving quietly along
the highway, when suddenly four
monkeys dropped from a tree right
onto the hood of his automobile.
The cutest story was the one
about the five-month-old monkey
who apparently fell asleep on the
running boaid of a parked automo-
bile. The driver never noticed him
until he came to an abrupt stop for
a traffic light. The sudden halt
catapulted the simian into the
road, and he was captured by two
cops before the startled driver
could rub his eyes.
• • *
HOOCH!—Greenwich Villagers are
saddened by the death of Julius
von Busch, whose bar on Tenth
Street was frequented by the Bo-
hemians for years. Julius’s Tav-
ern, established sixty years ago,
was the oldest barroom in New
York, but even those of the present
generation came to know his place
as one of the friendliest in town.
Particularly those who suffered
through Prohibition days will wipe
away a tear of regret. In the Arid
Era there were few really friendly
speakeasies with a price scale with-
in average reach. Julius's was the
chief gathering place in the Twen-
ties for all Lie Villagers. You were
sure to find at least a half dozen
cronies wherever you dropped in,
and the beer was generally free of
the "needling'' so rampant in other
spots.
They cl<»eed up Julius's place
several times, but there were en-
trances through two or three doors
on .different sides of the low, white
building. As soon as one was pad-
locked, another was opened.
That made it kind of difficult,
along about 2 a. in. to remember
which door to leave by—but most
of Julius's customers didn't care
much about remembering.
• • •
INSULTED—“Diamond Jim" Bra-
dy keeps coming hack whenever
the talk gets around to New York
in the good old days, and books,
movies and I lays about the color-
ful millionaire are still being turn- j
ed out almost one a week. Stories j
about Diamond Jim ure endless, '
but I think the best of them all |
i is the one about the dinner which
he gave to a group of newspaper i
reporters.
When the press assembled for'
the feast, they found the long ta- I
ble literally gleaming with gold
and silver d'shes. One of the re- ;
porters, after catching his breath,
moved over to Brady and asked: *
"Do you always use gold dishes?" ,
"Certainly," replied Brady with j
great dignity; “do you think I
live like a p*g ”
• • •
SPOTTER—A new indoor sport is
threatening to tie the town up in-
to memory-knots. Several movie
theaters specialize in reviving old
pictures, and the new pastime is
to watch one of these films and
see how many presentday stars you
can identify as extras in mob
scenes, dance floor crowds, and
DR.DAN
GL
CHAPTER XXXVI
“I got Trave a job in China,”
Hately continued, "but he had ex-
pensive tastes and ran into d-bt.
He must have been pretty desper-
ate, because he joined up with a
fellow called Pet* Jekins to .smug-
gle dope.
“Trave was a fool. He got cold
fa t and tried to clea- out—thought
he could protect himself by get-
ting mixed up in a Chinese rebel-
lion. The police caught him. and
he was held for investigation. But
Jekins, was afraid he'd squeal
t’o save himself and helped him
break jail. Then Jekins tried to
kill him. He was found badly
wounded. He should have died,
but he somehow pulled through.”
dlately paused to adjust the ma-
chine, in which Peggy was now
firmly strapped. Her heart was
beating so violently that she
thought it would choke her.
“And then what did Father do? '
she asked, trying tr, sound calm.
But her voice shook.
“He was released finally. l»e-
such.
Ernie Bus’imiller, comic strip j
wag, is Public Spotter Number |
One at the present date. He picked
out Adrienne Ames and Joan Blon- j
dell, the other day waving cocktail;
glasses in a film of Prohibition
vintage.
Try it you'self, and see how easy!
it is to spoil a perfectly good eve-
ning at the movies.
cau.se tht re wasn't enough evidence
States determined to get revenge
for what Jekins had done to him.
He was sure the fellow was work-
ing und> r orders, for someone
else. He a-«ked my help, and we
decided to get to the bottom of
the thing and then sell our sil-
ence.”
“But Trave’s papers?” Terry
asked.
“He kept a record of everything
he found out., and kept the record
locked up in a safe-deposit box.
I was a fool to trust him. because,
wdien he finally discovered Gan-
ders, he opened Negotiations with-
out me. Gander* would have paid
through the nose, too, but Trave
died before anything Jiad been
concluded. and later, Ganders
stepped in and married his widow.
Mary, fool of a woman, ihanded
over his papers!”
“Did you know Dane and Gan-
ders were the same person?"
“No—-not immediately. Not un-
til some time after the marriage,
when I asked Mary for Trave's
diary and she told me Dane had
it. That gave me the first clue.
1 accused Dane of being Ganders,
and he denied the charge, of
course, hut offered to let me help
him with his experiment. I
thought that was a tacit way of
paying me off. hoc i use I knew he
was busy with something that
might bring him a fortune. But
all he did was to steal from me
a discovery of mim* which he used
to perfect his invention!”
Hately, who had been working
as he talked, now had the machine
ready. He turned to Terry.
“If you have anything to say to
Peggy, you’d better say It now.
She won’t die immediately, but
in a few moments I don’t believe
she will be able to answer you."
Terry wet hts lips. “You sent
Mrs. Pohnson to follow us?” he
asked, in a desperate effort tn gain
time.
“Emma is my sister. Peggy hav-
ing refused to let me into, the lab-
oratory, I wanted to know whet
she was up to, so I sent Emane to
trail her—” ’
A sudden hammering on - the
door interrupted him, and Tow-
land’s voice was heard.
“All right, Professor—open up!**
“Fm busy,” Hately answered.
“Towland, help, help!”
Terry’s voice was anguished
jnow, for Hately had gone to an
electric switch to turn on the cur-
rent for the machine.
“Hately, don’t be a fool!” Tow-
land shouted, and the hammering
on the dor was renewed.
Pegyg shut her eyes as Hately
put his hand on the switch.' hH
clenched her teeth. Then — she
heard tlhe switch click. But noth-
ing had happemed! . '■
She opened her eyes. (Hately
pulled the switch up again, and
began to fusb with wires and lev-
ers on the machine, muttering to
himself. Peggy could see Terry
struggling desperately to rid <hiai*
| self of his bondp, but the ropes
| held.
i Outside, everything was perfeci-
! ly still, and Peggy wondered if
i Towland 'had gone for sometihlng.
to break down the door, or if he
BACK HOME AGAIN
By Ed Dodd
scrutiny, someone else hit them too. Two souls
with but one single thought. 1 could love that
man who shot at that pile of shells.
• • •
So into the morning. Fur flies. I’ve shot out
the top of one new car, wrecked three camps,
sprinkled someone’s retrieving dog until he’s
afraid to get away from his master, been nicked
in the shoulder, had my eye-brows singed, punc-
tured four thermos Jugs, (which might explain
the four holes in mine when I return to camp),
shot a tree out from under a man with a red
hat and beat the boys to one bird! What a
morning, What a morning!
had decided to take his loot and
get away.
Then, suddenly, the silence out-
side was broken by the rapid fir-
ing of a machine gun. Hatelyf
didn’t seem to notice. Only when
a 'heavy thundering threatened to*
break the door in. did he cry out,
peevishly:
“Go away! I’m busy. Let me
alone!”
“Mr. Terry!”
Peggy recognized the shrill voice
of Horace.
“Break the door in—smash it!”
Terry was shouting.
Hately was standing up again,
his eyes theh eyes 0i a maniac.
•This time it will work,” Tie]
said softly.
But as he moved toward the.
switch for the second time, therej
explosion, a*id the*
of the wall orum-
of uniformed men'
laboratory, Peggyi
came a dull
door and part
bled.
As a crowd
swept into the
fainted.
When Peggy came to. she found
.her mother sitting anxiously beside
her. She was in h*:r own roojn, and
Terry was standing in the doorway.
“How do you feel, darling?” He
■smiled, and came toward her.
“Terry, I . . .”
Her eyes filled with tears. AM
he stooped over and kissed her,
her mother rose and quietly left
the rom.
“Good old Horace." Terry mur-
mured.
“Then Horace saved our lives?
How did he get fro ?”
“Jake Widson saved our lives,
really."
“Jake?’
Terry nodded. "He didn't have
any idea that you’d be in danger
when he joined up with Hately.
Then he suddenly realized that
the professor was absolutely crazy
and he got frightened. When we
left his house this evening, he
had fixed things so that Horace
could escape.”
“Pan sorry about Jake,” Peggy
murmured. “Poor old fool. After
saving our lives, it seems too bad
he'll go to prison for this . . .”
“He won't go to Jail,” Terry an-
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