Port Orford post., August 02, 1940, Image 7

PORT ORFORD. OREGON. POST
TRAILER
GIRL
By VERA BROWN
Transformation of
Grain’s Old Buffet
Bruckart’s Washington Digest
Unusual Strike Shows Fallacy
Of Broad Government Rulings
Ry RUTH WYETH SPEARS
V/OU have heard quite a good
* deal in these articles about
Grandmother, who is just "Grain"
to her family. Also about her
favorite grandson, Bill, and his up-
and-coming bride, Marty — the
same for whom Gram made the
stunning rag rug in Sewing Book
3. Then there is Bill’s kid sister,
Betsy, who streamlined the old
iron bed illustrated in Book 3. You
WNU Service
THE STORY THUS FAR
CHAPTER Ill
Lynn Morrow. boautUul blonde New
York *lrl. la «trended In Pelm Beech In
her bethink cult with only SO cent« when
her employer, Mr« Helen Warren. dl«-
eppeere with cer end trailer from a
camp where ahe. Buddy, her eon. and
Lynn had been living A note from Mra
Warren advlaea Lynn to call at her
New York attorney'« office for her
clothe« and wage« She la rescued by
Terry McNair, whom ahe met at the
beach She goes to hl« home, where he
has a meld provide her w'ith aome of hu
elater « evening clothe* They then go to
a beach club Hta slater appeara and a
quarrel ensues. Lynn accepts the help of
a stranger to escape He lakes her to
his home where he Identifies himself ss
Raymond (Wlldi Austin He sccuses her
of trying to blackmail him.
Rene Bouchier drove his flivver on
in silence. After another ten min­
utes Rene turned off the main high­
way north, drove down a dirt road.
"1 park off the highways. Can’t
afford camps. Hope you don't mind
kerosene lamps. I don’t dare run
my batteries down any more," he
explained. Another 200 feet and
Rene's yellow trailer loomed bright
in their headlight*.
"Here we are. You don't mind
roughing it a bit?”
"I'm *o grateful." Lynn began.
"Cut it!" He unlocked the door of
the little house on wheel*. "Come on
in and TH show you how the bunk*
work."
Lynn did not explain she was well
aware of trailer living. The house
was hidden among the palm trees,
a pleasant spot. It was lonely here,
but somehow Lynn was not afraid.
After all she had been through noth­
ing now seemed terrifying.
Rene went into the trailer first.
"Wait until I find the light," he
called to her. leaving her standing
on the step in the moonlight. He
fumbled about for a while and Lynn
could hear him strike a match. A
sickly flame burned.
"Come on in. it's a bit of a mess.
I'm not much good at this sort of
thing, I guess "
Lynn stepped up into the door­
way. Inside the oil lantern dimly
lit the interior. It was decidedly a
mess as he said. Paints, brushes,
canvases, dirty dishes, left-over food
cluttered the place. Lynn thought
of Mrs. Warren's immaculate roll­
ing house and shuddered inwardly.
At least she could clean the place
up for him.
Lynn suddenly realized she was
completely exhausted. She made up
the bed. slipped out of her dress and
finally found the promised pajama*.
She gave up about the toothbrush.
In five minutes she had crawled into
her bunk, another five she was in a
deep sleep.
It was seven hours later when
Lynn opened her eyes. The bright
sunlight blinded her and the motion
of the trailer rocked her comforta­
bly. She pressed her face against
the screened window above her
bead. The trailer was moving bris)
ly through the Florida landscape.
Bouchier had started north in the
night, while she slept
She jumped out of bed and dressed
hurriedly. She was very hungry and
wondered what time it was. Rene'»
only clock had »topped, of course.
If »he was ever to get breakfast
she must clear things up A little.
Accustomed to working in a moving
trailer. Lynn set about her task.
She struggled with the stove, put
some water on for coffee. There
was a neat little gadget to hold the
tea kettle in place.
Briskly she made up her bed. be­
gan piling up canvases. In half an
hour, she had the little trailer look­
ing fairly tidy. “I can't scrub with
the thing moving." she decided.
Lynn hunted about for some
means of signaling to the driver.
Mrs. Warren had such a contrap­
tion. and at last she found Rene's.
A wire came through from the front
She pulled on it vigorously.
The trailer began to slow down.
Rene pulled over to the side of the
road.
Rene got out stiffly, and came
around to the door. "Good morn­
ing." he called.
"Breakfast is almost ready,” she
replied as she put some eggs on to
boil.
Rene came into the trailer.
“Whew! You have been working!
The place looks swell!” He grinned.
Lynn had set the little table, the
coffee was sending out a delectable
odor. At that moment. Lynn was
squeezing oranges, and her blond
hair curled about her warm flushed
face.
"This is going to be great.” He
paused. "I hope you're not mad
because I started last night. I got
cold feet. Thought that guy might
come back.”
Lynn nodded. "Where are we?”
"Tve done all right. We’re about
thirty miles south of St. Augustine.
Nice going.” He was scrubbing hia
face at the sink.
“You must be very tired,” Lynn
said contritely.
"I won't miss one night's sleep.
Can you drive?"
"Indeed I can."
“Maybe I can teach you to run
this thing: then we’U get to New
York quicker.”
They sat down to breakfast, the
strange young painter and the girl,
and as they drank their orange juice
Rene laughed:
"I don’t mind telling you I’m glad
to have somebody along. There was
a guy came down with me and he
did the cooking. But he met a girl
in Florida and got married and
sailed off and left me.” Lynn smiled
at him over her coffee cup.
"If you’ll consider that I’m earn­
ing my way, I’m 'crew.' I'll really
try to help.”
“You have already, and you’ll
really work unless you eat hot dog*
all the way to Manhattan!”
It was a gay meal, and Lynn was
happier than she had been for
month*. The weather was gorgeous,
hot sun, white sands, bright palm*.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"Where do you work?)' he asked.
"I don’t.”
"Where do you live?” i
More tears. "I’m stranded, here
in Florida! If I only couli get back
to New York. I haven't: even any
clothes."
"I say, that's bad.” |
"Yes."
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"What are you going to Jlo?”
"I don't know. I've g^t just 20
cents to my name.”
“I haven't much more." Bouchier
got out a vile-smelling pipe and
lighted it He pulled away medita­
tively.
"I'm not much help to a lady in
distress.
I'm just a mug ’
He
CHAPTER II—Continued
straightened his shoulders. “But 1’11
do what I can,” he added.
Lynn’s sobs were quieting down
The maid went off shaking her
head at the ways of the young wom­ now. •
"If you stop crying, you can sleep
en of today.
Lynn stood there for a long time in my trailer tonight I’m out at
after the maid left. Then she went the edge of town. I'm going north
to the clothes closet. With sudden in the morning. By then, maybe
determination she chose a gingham you can think of somebody who can
dress which she was sure cost little help you.”
Lynn looked at him doubtfully. He
and she found some white low-heeled
sandals. She put on the simple was a slim, dark, young man. but
frock and went over and looked at he had a kind face.
"Trailer?” Lynn shuddered at the
herself in the mirror.
"There, Mr Wild!" she said aloud word. If only she'd never heard of
sticking out h«r tongue as she spoke. a trailer. It only she'd never gone
That seemed to relieve her feel­ to work for Mrs. Warren and agreed
ings tor a little, but soon she dis­ to come South with her. At least
she would feel better starving in
solved into tears again.
New York than here in this strange
"I can’t stay here!" She turned
country which was so beautiful, and
suddenly. It could not be so terribly
so unsympathetic.
late. Not more than midnight She
"Sure, a trailer. Ever been in
looked again out into the night. She
could get back to West Palm Beach one? They’re swell."
Lynn did not answer him.
somehow. Then what? How could
"I'll do the handsome thing, turn
ahe get back to New York? And if
over my bunk to you. I’ll sleep in
she did?
Lynn paced up and down the room the flivver." He banged his hands
for a while. It seemed to be smoth­
ering her. She opened the door out
into the hall All was quiet. No
matter what happened, she was go­
ing! She got the 50 cents out of Hel­
en s purse, put it carefully in her
pocket Then sne went to the desk
and wrote a note:
"Please see that this frock and
bag are returned to Helen McNair.
Thank you" That was all.
She put the note and the garments
on the bed. walked to the door and
tiptoed quietly out
When ahe got to the street she
felt quite forlorn. She began walk­
ing It would be a long hike across
the bridge.
On that long promenade toward
Royal Palm Way many can drew
up beside the slim little blonde.
Finally a taxi came along. In de­
spair she hailed it
"How much to lake ma across the
bridge?" she asked.
"Twenty-five cents across. 25 cents
in West Palm Beach," be said.
Desperate, she got in. Once she
thought she saw Austin’s car drive
by. Then she decided she was
wrong. What a horrible person he
was! She shut her eyes and tried to
They sat down to breakfast, the
rest a little. It took the cab only a
strange young painter and the
short time to get across the bridge.
girl.
”1 haven't enough money for you
to take me further," she called to down on the steering wheel. “We
the driver.
down-snd-outers have got to stick
"I'll be a good sport and drive together "
you home, girlie, just for luck." be
Then-he added by way of explana­
retorted.
tion: "I'd give you money tor a ho­
"No, thank you!” But she was tel. but I've got just about enough
touched at his kindness Home! If to buy gas and grub to get me
anybody else said that word to her back in New York.” He stepped on
she’d break down completely.
the starter.
In a panic Lynn began to wonder.
The driver let her out near a street
car. She paid him. and kept her She couldn't go back to that tourist
precious quarter. It was now well camp. Not with this strange man!
"Are you in a camp?”
toward one o'clock. Lynn felt un­
"Lord, no. can't afford it I'm out
comfortable on the street when she
passed a police officer, who looked in the country.” Then they both
at her curiously. So alarmed was lapsed into silence. They hadn't
she. she bolted into the first restau­ gone far when Lynn remarked.
"There’s a car following us.”
rant she saw and sat down at the
”1 thought that, too.” He turned
counter.
"Coffee," she said. Here would to Lynn. ' Anybody likely to take a
go another nickel That left 20 cents. pot-shot at me?”
“Oh. no!” the car was gaining on
She could go from one restaurant
to another, then maybe when day­ them. Lynn was suddenly afraid.
light came she might have courage It might be that Austin coming to
to go to the Y. W. C. A. and tell her demand the dress she'd stolen! “Oh,
it might be a man I'm running away
story. But who would believe it?
The waiter brought the coffee and from,” she said in a weak voice at
waited for his money. Lynn tried last
“It might might it?" Rene
to drink the scalding stuff, but it
roared. "Say, w-hat’s the idea?"
choked her.
"No. no! I don't even know him,
Tears began to run down her
cheeks, and her fatigue made it but I ran out on a party I didn't
impossible for her to control herself like. Please believe me!"
"AU right, crawl over in the back
She had not noticed a young man
In a turtle-necked sweater who had seat and pull my coat over you,
come in and was sitting beside her. quick."
Lynn had hardly got settled on
"What’s wrong?” he asked.
the floor in the rear of the car when
Lynn could not answer. The tears
Austin's fast automobile overtook
came faster.
Rene and he blew his horn.
"Better drink that coffee and get
“Hl, there! I want to talk to you,"
out of here. Come!" he said in a Wild called. Rene slowed down.
matter-of-fact voice.
"Seen a stray blonde any place?"
Hypnotized. Lynn walked out be­ Austin asked. "They told me in
side the strange young man. deeply that restaurant she left with you."
grateful to have somebody to walk
“Yes, I dropped her at the Y. W.
along the street with her.
C. A.,” Rene called back.
"Sorry, are you in a jam?"
“O. K. Thanks.” Austin, with a
“Yes.”
screech of brakes, swung hi* car
“Why don't you go home? I’ll take about and was gone down the road
you!"
again in a flash.
"Oh!” Lynn stopped.
"Please
"You can come out now," Rene
don't say that!"
yeUed above the rattle of his car
"Here's my Lizzy. Get in. You as he hurried on in the opposite di­
can sit there until you stop crying rection. Gingerly Lynn climbed back
You can't walk around West Palm over into the front seat.
Beach weeping all over the place
"Not that I'm curious, but you
without people noticing it.” That might tell me what this Is aU about,”
seemed logical enough. Lynn was Rene remarked.
grateful for the dark and the quiet.
“It’s a long story—”
"My name's Lynn Morrow. I sup
"So I should imagine. But Is this
pose I ought to tell you that,” she guy likely to turn out the gen­
managed between her sobs.
darmes7 I don't mind helping a
"Mine's Bouchier, Rene Bouchier. lady—”
"How can he come back? How
I paint.”
can he find us?" Lynn asked.
"Paint?”
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"He found us once, didn't he? I’m
"Pictures.”
"
not Interested in getting shotl”
"Oh."
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*uch an extent they left a cock-eyed
slant on the double corral. They
left too definite an impression that
the American league was the whole
•how, including the pink lemonade,
the big tent, the elephants, the hard
blue seats and the side-show after
the main act.
It was never quite that way It
wasn't the American league which
dominated the dia­
mond. It was merely
the New York Yan­
kees.
They won
something like 28
out of 31 World Se­
ries games, dating
from 1927. So, natu­
rally. the National
league must have
been a flock of sand
lotters.
But don't forget
that during that four
Grantland
sPe11 the Yan'
Rice
kees were also an­
nihilating, assas­
sinating, murdering, manhandling
and mauling the Boston Red Sox,
the Detroit Tigers, the Cleveland In­
dians and the remainder of their
league.
I recall a certain Yankee slump
in the Midwest a year or two ago.
They lost six out of eight games.
I asked one of the Yankees about
this cave in.
“No,” he said, "we were not ex-
actly loafing. But why run for a car
you’ve caught. We knew we were
from 12 to 15 games better than
the rest of the league. We knew we
could loaf and still gallop in."
But Not Today
Dispute Over Proper Classification of Workers Results
In Stopping All Construction Work in City and
Ties Up Supplies for Public Buildings.
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By WILLIAM BRUCKART
WNU Service, National Pre«» Bldg.,
Washington, D. C.
WASHINGTON. — Probably, not
one of the readers of tills column
ever have heard the name of the
Smoot Sand & Gravel company.
There is no reason
for anyone outside
of the city of Wash­
ington having any
knowledge of the
concern. It operates
within the national
capital community,
serves its clients sat
isfactorily, as far as
I know, and goes on
its way much as any
legitimate business
operates in the Unit­
ed States. Moreover,
it represents the ful
American system of private enter­
prise—or did represent that princi­
ple to most of us.
Lately, however, the Smoot Sand
& Gravel company has been much
in the public prints of the city of
Washington. It was in the news
because its 250 workers went on
strike. When those workers quit,
the cessation practically stopped
construction in the city, which is to
say that the strike suddenly choked
off the supply of materials for all
new federal government buildings.
This was no ordinary strike, not
the usual walk-out. That's why the
name of the Smoot Sand & Gravel
company gained a place in the sun,
small as is the business when com­
pared with other great corporations.
This strike was, in effect, a strike
against a federal law—the wage­
hour law—the fair labor standards
act as it is most inappropriately
named.
The details substantially are as
follows: employees of the concern
have been classified as maritime
workers,
because they operate
barges and tugs and cranes and
such like in connection with the
movement of the sand and gravel.
This movement begins in the Po­
tomac river and, of course, carries
through to the site of the building
construction.
But it’s all different today. The
Yankees of 1940 are far and away
from the Yankees of 1936, 1937, 1938 )
and 1939. And with the dizzy descent
of the Yankees from their old .
heights, so the dominance of the ■
American league has ended.
I saw the National league win its
all-star game in Tampa last March.
I saw National league pitchers tie
American league sluggers into an
assortment of true lovers’ knots.
The same thing happened in St.
Louis recently. Once again National
league pitchers put silencers on
American league bats.
In the last 18 innings of all-star
play, from March to July, Ameri­ Bu»ybody Decides It’s
can league sluggers have ham­ Improper Classification
mered. exploded, thundered and
Having been classified as mari­
mauled one flabby, run across the
time workers, these employees were
plate.
There was a time when the A. L. able to work as many hours a day
had most of the dynamite. It may or a week as they desired. They
had a union contract with the com­
have the jump in
pany to that effect It is a matter
long-range shooting
of record that the employees did
today,
but
not
work sometimes twelve hours a day
against the pick of
and seven days a week—and they
National league
were reaping the harvest of busy
pitching. No set of
times because the demand for their
home-run
sluggers
product was extraordinary while the
are going to make
government building program was
any headway against
continuing. The workers had no
Paul Derringer,
quarrel with their employer, yet
Bucky Walters, Carl
they went on strike.
Hubbell (that'srighti
Why? Some busybody in the wage­
or many others I
hour administration decided that the
could name.
The Yankee* Paul Derringer workers of the Smoot Sand 4 Grav­
el company were improperly classi­
from 1935 through
1939 were an exception. They bad fied. They were not maritime work­
practically everything—the hitting, ers—not entitled to work all of the
the fielding, the pitching, the confi­ time they desired—and they had to
dence and the poise. They had amaz­ be reclassified. The result was that
ing balance, which Is something that most of the workers found them­
time works on in its leisurely way. selves restricted to 42 hours per
week. The net effect of this, of
The Two Leagues
course, was to cut their wages, and
American leaguers will tell you the men had no hankering for that.
As these lines are written, the
that Detroit, Cleveland, Boston and
New York all could win the National conclusion is not yet in sight. It
league pennant, with something to is always difficult to get a bureau­
crat to rescind an order. To do so,
spare.
National leaguers, now lifted from of course, is admission that the bu­
the gloomy abyss of the years that reaucrat was wrong. That is not
knew defeat, are telling you the Red« an admission which any one in gov­
and Dodgers would run away with ernment office is in a hurry to make.
In the meantime, thousands of oth­
an American league pennant
“What do you suppose," one vet­ er workers are unable to work and
eran National leaguer asked me, earn, because a union leader filed a
“would happen to that American complaint with the wage-hour ad­
league if their hitters had to move ministration.
I have gone into this case in de­
out against Paul Derringer, Bucky
Walters, Junior Thompson, Jim tail because it so thoroughly exem­
Turner, Whitey Moore and other* plifies the fallacy of broad govern­
day after day? There wouldn't be mental rulings. It demonstrates be­
a team in that league hitting .240 yond a shadow of a doubt what
can and usually does happen when
against Red pitching.”
This is moving a trifle fast the a national government horns into
fields where it does not belong—
other way.
The two leagues now are better where government attempts to regu­
balanced than they have been in late the private lives of individuals.
tome years. Again this is largely
due to the Yankee drop.
“Where are my Ruffings and Dick­
eys and Gehrigs and Gomezes and
Gordons and Rolfes and Crosettis?”
Joi McCarthy also might be asking
Uday.
Baseball, In losing the four-year
Yankee* — losing them *o far, at
least—baa built up additional inter­
est through both leagues, especially
the American league.
Strike Directs Attention
To a Serious Problem
This particular case is of more
than ordinary importance in another
way. Doubtless you have heard of
the defense program, that great hys­
terical drive to defend ourselves
from something that is due to strike
us on next Tuesday—or maybe it is
on November 5. Anyway, about >1J,-
000,000,000 has been appropriated for
building up our national defense, and
7// Wind,’ Etc.
The present campaign may be an
ill wind for the Yankees, but It has
been a southing summer breete for
the other clubs which have been
shivering in the Barren Lands since
1935.
Now we have two great pennant
races, two well-matched leagues,
and two great stretch runs on ahead.
Who can ask for more? Barring,
of course, the Yankees, who still
can't understand who swung the
lead pipe and just what has bap«
pened.
BUTTING IN
Busybody butt* in on question
of classification of worker*—re­
sult is stopping all building work
and the furnishing of needed sup­
plies. Bruckart points out the
danger when the government
horns into fields where it does
not belong. Strike directs atten­
tion to one of the most serious
problems that confronts this
country. Expansion of army and
navy is directly involved. Look
what happened tn France.
somebody has to do the work.
The Smoot strike, therefore, di­
rects attention at one of the prob­
lems that confronts this country. It
is a serious problem. It has got
to be faced, and government must
face it. That is, government must
face it if this country is to carry
out the policies of expanding the
army and the navy, of developing
an air force second to none and of
equipping these forces to shoo un­
seen enemies back to the foreign
shores from which they are expect­
ed to come.
No better illustration is possible
than what happened in France and
England. Their war preparation was
limited to lip service for months, be­
cause the government leaders Ivere
unwilling to bear down and tell rack­
eteering labor leaders that the time
had come for co-operation. Had
French government leaders adopted
a firm policy with the communistic
labor leaders and had those leaders
been told to keep their men at work,
France would have lasted longer
against the Hitler "blitzkrieg.” In­
stead, France refused to abandon
the 40-hour week and its govern­
mental officials chose to coddle la­
bor leaders because of politics.
We have something of the same
basic situation in this country, right
now. It is well known, of course,
that Mr. Roosevelt has favored the
labor leaders who could control
votes. He was not alone. Others
have done the same thing—Republi­
can as well as Democrat.
LEGS, MIRROR,
DOOR CARVING
ANO HANDLES
WERE REMOVED
SCREW HOLES
FILLED WITH
PUTTY-PL AIN
KNOBS AND
A BASE OF fx4”
LUMBER AOOEO
CHEST PAINTED
BLUE TO MATCH
- CURTAINS
AND
CHAIR
SLIP
COVER
all know "Mom,” too. She has be­
come almost famous because of
her curtains and slip-covers and
"The Rug That Grew Up With the
Family.” And there is "Dad"
who is handy with hammer, saw
and screw driver.
Well, recently the family have
"ganged-up” on Gram about her
fancy out-of-date buffet. They
think she deserves and can afford
something new. Gram decided to
get rid of the buffet, then Marty
said that she wanted it I This sketch
shows you one of the things she
and Bill did with it. Watch next
week for what became of the mir­
ror and legs.
NOTE: That is white rick-rack
that trims the blue chambray cur­
tains and slip-cover. The chair
is the one made over from an old
rocker described in the new Book
5. To get your copy send order to:
Policy on Shorter Hours
Will Not Be Modified
Only lately, Mr. Roosevelt said
at the White House that, come war
or peace, there would be no modifi­
cation of the New Deal policy re­
specting shorter and shorter hours of
work. This New Deal reform was to
stand, he said, and he is evidently
going to stand on that declaration,
just as the French did some months
ago. Since the President is so firmly
committed to this policy, I am won­
dering when this nation is going to
draw its belt tighter and get down
to war preparation.
I think, too, that attention might
be called to the recent appointment
of Sydney Hillman as a pert of the
national defense council and his des­
ignation as head of the agency which
will have charge of training Ameri­
can boys and girls for war work. It
was Mr. Hillman who broke through
and organized the textile workers of
this country into a strong, well-knit
union. He deserves commendation
for that job, since most of the textile
manufacturers were about as rotten
in their treatment of workers as the
record of this country can disclose.
But, according to reports, Mr. Hill­
man has lost none of his antagonism
for the “employer class” and that
does not bode well for a prepared­
ness program.
There are some stories floating
around now to the effect that Mr.
Hillman has been snuggling up to
some labor leaders whose penchant
for stirring up trouble is well known.
Indeed, if one may believe the re­
ports here in Washington, Mr. Hill­
man has given some indications that
he believes the federal government
should clamp down further on the
employers, war preparation or no
preparation.
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New York
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To Know Others
He that knoweth himself knows
others; and he that is ignorant of
himself could not write a very
profound lecture on other men's
heads.—Colton.
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NO MORE
CANNING
WORRIES!
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Cause for Fear in War
And Navy Departments
Around the war and navy de­
partments these conditions are cre­
ating considerable fear. Army and
navy officers, charged with the job
of expanding the services, are say­
ing privately that there will not be
supplies in anything like sufficient
quantity unless the labor that is will­
ing to work is allowed to produce
as far as it desires. This means,
of course, elimination of the racke­
teers whose salary as labor leaders
depends upon how much trouble can
be created among the workers. Un­
less they can find conditions upon
which to base a strike call, every
now and then, labor officials are
deemed not to be doing their job.
Thus, as a rail fence guess, I am
looking forward to quite a few
strikes.
And thus, again, the business of
the country is in the middle between
the upper and nether millstones. All
of the war contracts are being
awarded in a manner that amount*
to a command from the federal
government.
The owners of the
plants are not being hurt; don't
get that idea. They will make a
profit. But the owners are being
told what to do while the work­
ers are being assured that this is a
land of the tree.
As one observes these things, how­
ever, one cannot fail to look around
for signs of this national unity
about which there has been so much
talk.
National unity, under the
American system of government,
implies enthusiastic co-operation of
all
It is difficult to see how it
can be achieved when half of the
program is going forward half slave,
and the rest not only free but en­
couraged to be arrogant. All busi­
ness is not good.
Neither is all
labor good as the defe-se program
1 proceeds, new developments will
' offer ! .eresting studies.
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