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Friday, August 25, 1939
THE MERIDIAN TRIBUNE
PAGE THREE
Bruckart’s Washington Digest
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See Less Favorable Reaction to
FDR’s Remarks Than Formerly
Once Labeled Superman, It Is Now Realized President
Is Human and Can Make Mistakes; His Will
No Longer Completely Dominant.
Beautiful Crocheted
Doilies for the Table
Captain Carl Norwood has been sent from his native England to the Kadur
River district in India, along with his indispensable manservant, Moses O’Leary,
soldier of fortune. Norwood’s job is to survey the district to determine whether
a valuable secret diamond mine belongs to the temple priests or to the ruler,
the Maharajah of Kadur. Norwood calls on the British Residency to pay his
initial respects. On his way he catches a glimpse of two women in a palace
carriage, one of whom is young and beautiful. The other woman he knows to
be the Maharanee of Kadur. O’Leary later tells him that the young woman is
an American girl named Lynn Harding, who with her aunt, Mrs. Deborah Hard-
ing, is a guest at the palace. On a sightseeing tour Mrs. Harding sprains an ankle,
and sends to the palace for aid. Prince Rundhia, handsome, spoiled nephew
of the rulers, comes to her rescue, and takes her back to the palace where he
meets Lynn. At a banquet that night in the palace, attended by Captain Nor-
wood, Mrs. Harding takes one of the native doctor’s pills, and becomes violently
ill. She is placed in bed and arrangements are made for Lynn to move out of
the quarters with her aunt and stay with the Maharanee. That evening Prince
Rundhia attempts to make love to Lynn. She is unwilling to listen to him, and
at the crucial moment Norwood appears on the scene, much to Rundhia’s disgust.
O’Leary has located the secret entrance to the diamond mine which is being
worked by the temple priests. He takes Norwood to the mine, where death is
narrowly averted when a live cobra is thrown in Norwood’s face. Later
Norwood visits the Brahmin priests, one of whom slyly slips a packet of dia-
monds in his pocket, unknown to Norwood. They are intended as a bribe.
CHAPTEK VI—Continued
—7—
The Resident was in his office,
reasonably civil, but he frowned
when Norwood told him about the
palace supper.
“You met the Hardings, I sup-
pose? What did you make of them?”*
“Tourists. Beautiful niece. Ter-
rible aunt. I gathered, without be-
ing told, that the aunt has money.”
“Rundhia show up? Did you no-
tice anything suggestive of the pos-
sibility of scandal?”
“I thought the niece a damned
nice girl, sir. A bit romantic.
“Any conversation with fee Ma-
harajah?”
“Yes. I was alone with him until
midnight. He showed me all the
•documents that he seems to think
bear on his claim to own that tem-
ple property. He seems very anx-
ious to avoid a lawsuit, and it isn’t
•difficult to guess why, though I’m
not a lawyer. He showed me noth-
ing that even half persuaded me he
has a case against the priests. Of
-course, we’ll know more when we’ve
run the survey. But as far as I’ve
gone, I should say the priests have
awalk-over."
“You sound prejudiced.”
“I haven’t a trace of prejudice,
sir, one way or the other.”
“Why not reserve your opinion?
Are you off now to call on the Ma-
harajah?”
“Yes. I’m a bit early, but I have
something to do on the way.”,
"Very well. Keep pie posted.”
“I happened to be calling on your
aunt,” said Norwood, “and she
asked me to say that she wants to
see you—”
Lynn looked dubious: “What sort
of mood is she in?”
“Very polite to me,” said Nor-
wood.
“That’s a danger signal. She can’t
be polite to one person at a time. I
think I won’t go.”
“You will have to pardon me,”
said Norwood, “but I agreed to
bring you.”
“You always do what you say you
will?”
“Yes.” He looked straight at Run-
dhia, who ignored him.
“Prince Rundhia,” said Lynn, “is
going to show me the jewel room.”
“Is he?” said Norwood.
Rundhia winced noticeably: “Per-
haps you’d better go,” he said to
Lynn. “There’s lots of time. She’ll
have her tantrum out, and you can
meet me later.”
Lynn compared them, as clearly
as if she had said it aloud. Her
“Hello,” said Lynn, “you’ve
dropped something.”
He stooped, picked up what lay at
his feet but didn’t recognize it. It
was a quite small black paper en-
velope.
“I saw it fall from your pocket,”
said Lynn.
He opened it. It contained a neat-
ly folded paper of diamonds. Nine
large, clear white brilliants shone
in the sun. He scowled at them and
stuffed the package back into his
pocket, evidently upset. He ap-
peered to hope that Lynn hadn’t seen
the diamonds. He seemed about to
mention them, but changed his
mind. Lynn thought he seemed sus-
picious of her. Then suddenly:
“Excuse me, won’t ydu?” -
He walked away.’ Lynn’s eyes fol-
lowed, wondering. He looked like a
man who has been hit hard and is
trying not to show it.
“Lynn,” said her aunt’s voice. . •
“Yes, Aunty.” .
“Come here!”
Lynn faced about: “Aunt De-
borah! I have seen someone staring
at what he dreaded. Or it seemed
to me so.”
CHAPTER VII
Norwood left his horse in charge
of the sais at the palace front gate.
He intended to return and ride up
the long drive to the front door for
his formal call on the Maharajah.
But the footpath to the guesthouse
was shorter than the winding car-
riage-road, so he walked, to leave
fee iodine for Mrs. Harding. On the
way he saw Lynn and Rundhia.
Lynn was no longer in riding
breeches. She looked delicious in
a frock of nile-green print and a
wide leghorn hat. Norwood wasn’t
sure, but he suspected she knew
she could be seen from the guest-
house veranda, and that Rundhia
•did not know. She and Rundhia
were laughing. Suddenly Rundhia
snatched her hat off, used it as a
shield to hide behind, caught her
in his arms and kissed her. It was
no fool of a kiss. It was an experi-
ence. Lynn did make a show of re-
sistance. She struggled free and
recovered her hat.
Norwood’s view of it, against the
background of the leghorn hat, made
him set his jaw. But he relaxed it
again and smiled, a bit grimly, a
bit maliciously. From the opposite
direction he had heard what sound-
ed like an oath, although it was
nothing worse than the well-bred, al-
most inarticulately gurgled word:,
“Hussy!”
Aunty Deborah Harding had also
seen that lingering and only laugh-
ingly resisted kiss.
Aunty was on the screened ve-
randa, propped on pillows,, on a
reed chaise longue, with a table
i beside her. A native servant was
just in the act of removing a tray
of breakfast things.
“May I approach,” asked Nor-
wood, “or are you purdah?”
“Who is it? I can’t see you. Oh,
yes. Captain Norwood, come in if
you can bear the sight of me. I
should look presentable. I never
had so many women in all my life
to push and pull me about. This is
my second attempt at a meal this
morning. You’ll have to run away
if I can’t keep it down. What has
brought you, pray, at this hour?”
He had forgotten the iodine.
“Thought I’d ask how you’re com-
ing along.”
“Will you bring my niece here?
She’s beyond those trees, talking to
someone: I want her to come here
and talk to me. Will you tell her I
said so, and please don’t take no
for an answer.”
Norwood strolled across the lawn,
tapping his boots with a riding whip.
He coughed a couple of times. By
the time he had peered around the
trees, Lynn and Rundhia were seat-
ed opposite each other on wicker-
work chairs. Lynn seemed unself-
conscious. Rundhia looked venom-
ously sly; he offered Norwood no
greeting whatever.
“Write a letter, why don’t you?”
smile was a bit forced when her
eyes met Norwood’s:
“Do you always order people?”
she demanded.
say please?”
He laughed.
“Don’t you ever
“I can’t kneel.
Breeches too tight.”
“What will you do if I won’t
come?”
“Scream,” he answered.
“I dare you.”
“Tuesday is my day for scream-
ing. Are you game to wait here
until Tuesday?”
“No. I’m coming with you.” She
glanced at Rundhia: “You’ll excuse
us?”
“I excuse you,” he answered.
Norwood looked so comfortless
that Lynn noticed it:
“What are you worried about?” •
“Oh, nothing. I was wondering
what your aunt eats.”
She laughed at him. “Liar! That’s
the very first time you haven’t spo-
ken like a polished ramrod.”
“I told part of the truth. I am
worried about you.”
“You needn’t be. I’m all right.”
She ran forward to speak to her
aunt. The tray of breakfast things
was being carried out by a palace
servant. Norwood stopped the man,
inspected the tray, and selected a
piece of toast He looked for some-
thing to wrap it in. That reminded
him. He groped in his left-hand
pocket for the iodine, tore off half
the paper in which Stoddart had
wrapped the bottle, stuffed the un-
tidy package back, wrapped the
toast in the torn-off paper and put
that into his right-hand pocket.
“I’m expected at the palace, so
I can’t stay, Mrs. Harding. I
brought you some fresh iodine, in
case the doctor’s stuff is pretty an-
cient, as sometimes happens.”
He plunged his hand into his tunic
pocket and Lynn came to the screen
door to receive the. bottle. He looked
at her, groping with his left hand,
trying to pull out the bottle without
the untidy paper; but a piece of
string, tied with one of Stoddart’s
knots, prevented. So he pulled out
the disgraceful package with a
quick smile of .apology.
“Lynn, please rearrange my pil-
lows.”
It was not Aunty’s cultured, con-
ventional voice but the hard, un-
sympathetic one in which she al-
most always commanded attention
to her comfort as a prelude to the
luxury of an explosion of temper.
Two palace women, loaned by the
Maharanee,had been fussing with
the pillows less than five minutes
before. Lynn rearranged them. She
waited. Her silence offered the old
termagant no opening, so Aunty
Harding abandoned her usual gradu-
al style of attack.. She exploded:
“Don’t dare to speak to me, you
sullied creature, until you have
washed your mouth! There is soap
and water in the bedroom.”
“Aunty—!”
“Wash your mouth this minute!
I saw you—permitting yourself to
be kissed by Prince Rundhia!”
“Aunty, I’m, no longer five! Aren’t
you forgetting—”
“To my humiliation I remember
too much! You are old enough at
least to try to keep up an appear-
ance of decency.”
“Aunty, there’s no harm in a kiss
after breakfast! It’s kisses after
midnight that—”
“Don’t you dare to try to justify
your grossness’ Even your grace-
less father had enough sense of his
social position to keep his indecen-
cies out of sight ”
“Aunty!”
“Don’t' ‘aunty’ me! You inherit
your father’s wantonness.”
“I never knew him,” Lynn an-
swered. “I only know what you and
other people have told me. . Others
seem to have admired him. Wasn’t
he merry and brave and generous?
Would he have endured your injus-
tice? I have had to. For seventeen
years. Aunty, I am very near the
end of endurance. I knew you were
looking. That is why I let Rundhia
kiss me.”
Lynn repeated: “I kissed Prince
Rundhia, in a spirit of fun and part-
ly to defy you."
“Fun indeed! Vulgar, suggestive
impropriety, with an Indian prince
whose immorality is notorious!
Whether or not I disinherit you will
depend—”
Lynn’s rebellion flared to its inev-
itable climax. She interrupted:
“Disinherit me now, if you please!
Do it now, Aunty. I have made
my last submission to your cruel
money! You have educated me so
that I haven’t one chance in a thou-
sand to earn a living. God knows
what I can do. But I will find some-
thing. I accept the odds. I will
make a go of it somehow.”
Aunty’s stare was skeptical, scorn-
ful. Lynn turned away.
“Where are you off to now?”
“To the palace. The Maharanee
is human. Perhaps she and I can
find something to laugh at.”
“Very well, Lynn. All your clothes
were removed to the palace last
night, against my wishes. Go and
pack them. If it kills me, we are
taking the first boat home, and you
may say so to the Maharanee. You
may tell her why. If you don’t, I
will.”
"And if you don’t,” Lynn* an-
swered, “the palace women will!
They have been listening through
the bedroom window. So if you
want to get the first malicious word
in, you had -better be quick! Write
a letter, why don’t you? I assure
you I won’t discuss it.”
She picked up her tennis racket
and unscrewed the frame. It was
a hardly conscious gesture: it was
much too hot for tennis. She walked
out through the screen door, carry-
ing the racket.
As she approached the palace
front door, she saw Norwood’s horse
near the portico. She recognized
Norwood’s sais, squatting down un-
der the horse’s, nose, half asleep,
instead of flicking flies off the horse
as he should.
Then she saw Rundhia. He had
been watching for her. One could
tell that by his manner. He looked
astonishingly handsome in a gray
suit of some thin material and a
gray silk turban.
“Tennis?” he asked. “In this
heat?”
“No. Tantrum! I’m so angry I
could kill.”
“Don’t kill me, Lynn. I’m impor-
tant. Tell me instead.”
Lynn used the racket as if she
were returning one of Rundhia’s
serves. “Would you tell me the
truth?” .
He grinned. “Well, almost. Who
can be in love and tell the whole
truth? I will lie to you, of course,
about my character. But I will tell
the truth about yours! You’re a
lovely, inspiriting, challenging fact,
Lynn Harding. You’re an event.”
. “I feel like a skeleton in my own
dark closet,” she retorted, and Run-
dhia laughed.
“Come and I’ll show you the treas-
ures. Drive away, the very mem-
ory of Aunty!”
All the way up the palace stairs
and along the ancient corridor, Run-
dhia chattered gaily. Lynn answered
in monosyllables, perfectly aware
that Rundhia was talking to divert
attention from his motive.
“Beauty and the beast!”, said
Rundhia.
“Bromide! Rundhia, you look like
secrets in a suave disguise.”
"My very inmost heart,” he an-
swered, “is an open book. Can’t
you read it?”
“I don’t want to.”
He kept his distance. That sinu-
ous right arm of his behaved itself.
He walked ahead of her through the
narrow anteroom, where two tur.-
baned guards salaamed respectful-
ly. Rundhia spoke to one of the
guards, who switched on the electric
light in the treasure room. The
masonry wall was ten feet thick;
the door a foot thick. The guard
closed the door behind them and
opened an eyehole. Lynn could see
the guard’s eyes.
There was a long teak table be-
tween her and Rundhia, loaded with
golden and jewelled ornaments: em-
bossed golden shields, scimitars in
gold sheaths, scores of objects such
as are carried in procession by the
servants of an oriental throne. Elec-
tric light shone within lanterns, sus-
pended on chains from the ancient
beams. At the far end of the room,
on the right, was a huge glass case,
in which the famous Kadur dia-
monds sparkled, stealing color from
the jewelled lanterns.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
By WILLIAM BRUCKART
WNU Service, National Press Bldg., Washington, D. C.
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WASHINGTON.--There has been
much conversation around here late-
ly concerning the changed reception
given President Roosevelt’s acts or
statements. It can not be doubted
that there has been an absence of
that buoyancy which characterized
his shots of earlier, days in the White
House; but lately, if one may judge
from the observations of many per-
sons, he has been missing the tar-
get as often as he has been hitting.
The result obviously is that a good
many persons have noted less favor-
able reaction to Mr. Roosevelt’s re-
marks than formerly was the case.
It is hardly necessary to recall
how through some five or six years
the President’s remarks made his
opposition wriggle and squirm. His
statements seemed to have that nec-
essary punch which quelled out-
bursts from those who disagreed
with him. The press corps of Wash-
ington, or a large percentage of its
membership, always hankered for a
fresh Rooseveltian volley. It was
good copy, in a news way.
Having noted the changed, condi-
tion, myself, I sought a canvass of
others. Nearly all of them eventu-
ally came to the conclusion that the
lack of fire now often displayed in
Mr. Roosevelt’s remarks and their
failure to arouse the same fervor
among his followers are a natural
result of events. He has been found,
by many people to be just human.
Like his predecessor in the White
House, Mr. Hoover, President
Roosevelt was overbuilt or oversold
by his ardent admirers. He was la-
belled as superman, and that is one
of the worst things that can happen
to a politician; it is the worst thing
that can happen to a President be-
cause no man can be President un-
less he is a politician.
In saying that the Roosevelt cir-
cle ballyhooed their man too much,
I hope I am not detracting from the
good qualities. The point of this
story is, after all, that millions of
persons were led to believe that
President Roosevelt could not make
mistakes—mistakes were out his
ken. But the job of President of the
United States has a way of disclos-
ing the true fiber.
Build-Up Gave Roosevelt
False Idea of His Powers
I believe it a fair statement that
the success which met Mr. Roose-
velt’s every turn during the period
of his tenure—until perhaps 18
months ago—was due to this illusion
that had been created. To repeat:
his publicity backers seized on a col-
orful figure and built up that man
to the point where more was expect-
ed of him than should be expected
from any human being.
It is entirely possible that Mr.
Roosevelt suffered personally from
the intense fervor of the admiration
that was given him. I do not say, of
course, that he felt that he was a
superman. Yet, the combination of
a willing congress and the over-
whelming support he had from the
country possibly" gave him a false
idea of the power vested in him. In
any event, he used that power up
to the hilt.
Then came signs of trouble. His
advisors and possibly the President,
as well, felt that congress could be
made to do his bidding. Republican
opposition and the chiding of mem-
bers of congress that they were rub-
ber stamps began to have an ef-
fect. A test was coming and most
politicians realized it. Through the
session of congress last year and
that which only recently ended, Mr.
Roosevelt followed the same tactics
as before—but the change had come
and the course was blocked. It was
no longer a period in which the will
of the President was wholly and
completely dominant.
All of which brings to mind the
real facts in the case insofar as the
causes of the President’s current in-
effectiveness are concerned. It is
the old story. Any ball team looks
good when it is in the lead, when it
is winning. Any race horse is a
wonder only so long as it continues
to win. It can be said, therefore,
that having slipped considerably
both in political prestige inside his
own party and outside of it, and
having allowed some of the wide
public endorsement to get away from
Him, Mr. Roosevelt is now being re-
garded as a human being who can
make mistakes. Any mistakes that
he may have made while he re-
mained the winner were discounted
or ignored. It seems likely, howev-
er, that all of them will be dug from
their graves now and he must an-
swer for them.
Makes Bad Break in Digging
Up Supreme Court Skeleton
Nor is Mr. Roosevelt willing to let
some of them die unnoticed. For
instance, everyone recalls the heat
that was engendered by the Presi-
dent’s attempt to get congressional
approval of his own pet government
reorganization bill. His terrific fight
for a reorganization of the Supreme
court with the new appointments
that would come to him is easily
recalled. But the President dug up
the court skeleton, the other day. It
struck me as terribly foolish be-
cause the country had forgotten
much about that mistake. Mr.
Roosevelt recalled it in all of its
fury, however, by issuing a state-
ment, almost without notice, saying
that he had obtained his court fight
objectives with enactment finally of
a minor bill that sets up a court ad-
ministrator.
In the same statement, Mr. Roose-
velt made a bad break. He an-
nounced that besides the passage
of the administrator bill, the last
session of congress had created five
additional judgeships in district
court—which he wanted. Well, it
happened thatthe senate passed the
judgeship bill, but the house never
did, and Mr. Roosevelt was incor-
rectly informed. The result was the
same: it made the President look
rather sour for the moment.
Along with Mr. Roosevelt’s state-
ment about Argentine canned beef
being of a better quality than our
own beef, I think we ought to rank
the President’s statement about the
refusal of congress to pass the
spending-lending bill and the hous-
ing bill. It struck me as being very
bad politics for the President to
climb ’way-out on a limb and say
that “the congress gambled with
the welfare of 1,500,000,000 people
when it failed to enact the adminis-
tration’s neutrality bill; it gambled
with the welfare of 20,000,000 when
it refused to pass the lending bill
and the housing bill.” He implied, of
course, that refusal of congress to
accept the President’s judgment on
the neutrality measure would cast
the world into war, and that the*
action on the lending and housing
bills would mean there could be no
economic recovery.
President Sincere About
Spending and Housing Bills
So, evidently the two or three de-
feats that were clustered together -
made the President appear differ-
ently than when he had been on the
winning side. There were even some
of the President’s enemies charging
him with qualities of a poor loser. I
do not believe that is the case. There
is evidence that the President sin-
cerely believed his lending meas-
ure and the housing program would
do the job of restoring a prosperous
condition to the country. He has
played the game of politics too long
not to know how to lose.
On the other hand, there have
been many harsh statements con-
cerning the President’s accusations
that congress was gambling. From
among Democrats who voted
against him on the major bills, I
heard declarations of belief that
their judgment was as good as that
possessed by the Chief Executive.
Those Democrats saw no reason to
concede a monopoly of brain power
to Mr. Roosevelt. When he fired at
them he obviously invited “back
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Aiding the Foe
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in their mouths, to steal away
their brains!—Shakespeare.
talk”' of the worst order,
received it, too.
Take another incident.
He has
Only a
week ago, the President sent a let-
ter to the Young Democrats of
America, meeting in Pittsburgh, to
the effect that unless the Democrat-
ic party nominates his kind of a lib-
eral, he will take no active part in
electing that nominee. In other
words, he said actually that he
would bolt the party.
Immediately, he got a reaction to
that statement that just did him no
good at all. Now, it is one thing
to lead the party which is united; it
is quite another horse to be led when
the part is split; and the Democratic
party is split. The declaration to the
Young Democrats, therefore, was
received by a good many Democrats
as an open invitation for warfare.
Attempted Purge of Senators
Complete and Decided Flop
One has to consider the statement
to the Young Democrats in the light
of some earlier mistakes. Every-
one recalls how the President at-
tempted to “purge” the Democratic
party of Senators George of Geor-
gia, Smith of South Carolina, and
Tydings of Maryland, last year.
That purge attempt flopped in a way
that beggars description. Each of
those three were re-elected to the
senate and when they won their
fight, they asserted their own judg-
ment in preference to Mr. Roose-
velt’s.
There is also, the surge that has
come, building up “Cactus Jack”
Garner for the Democratic nomina-
tion, next year. Now, Vice Presi-
dent Garner is a conservative. He
has had nearly 40 years of public
service. Obviously, he has a follow-
ing and it appears to be getting big.
ger. Mr. Roosevelt’s declaration
that he may bolt the party if some-
one not his kind of a liberal is nom-
inated is a statement almost certain
to strengthen the Garner forces.
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