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a, a VUn Unemployed I '- 2l-'z&& j II I Take This II Rv A1I FNE oman corliss Wfi : ! "M Foror Sways Us; No Fear Shall Am" " , From Fint Statesman, March 28, 1851 THE STATESMAN PUBLISHING CO. CB4SLBS A. Spbacve - - - Editor-Manager Sheldon FY Sackett - - J Managing Editor Member of the Associated Press Ths Associated Pros U exclusively en titled to tho oao (or publics tloa of all news dispatches credited to it or pot otherwise credited ia thai paper. 1 ADVERTISING ! Portland Representative Gordon B. Bell, Security Building, Portland, Ore. Eastern Advertising Representatives Bryant. Griffith Branson. In&. Chicago. New Tork, Detroit. Boston, Atlanta 'Entered at the Potto f fie at Salem, Oregon, a Second-Close Hatter. Published every morning except Monday. Business office, 115 S. Commercial Street. - SUBSCRIPTION RATES: If an Sabserlptkm Rates, In Advance. Within Oregon : Daily and tunday, 1 Uo. it cents; S Mo. 1.25; C Mo. S2.26; 1 year fi.00. Elsewhere 10 cents per Mo., or $5.00 for 1 year In advance. By City Carrier: 45 cents a month; $1.00 a year in advance. Per Copy t cents. On trains and News Stands i cents. j Old Books with Hot Dogs T0 you ever Dause and browse in an old bookstore? We 13 mean a. store or shon dealiner in old books, not an old fctore dealing in new books. Most every city has one or more such places. The literary debris of a half century or more accumulates at such places, just as the flotsam of a stream collects in the eddies. Old books, doe-eared, with torn covers, fly-leaves inscribed with names' of former owners; old books that have reposed for years with leaves uncut in some home of false culture; old books about the stars, about prophecy, about history, what a weird assortment may be found in the second-hand book shoDne! Some times one is tempted to hurry past, repelled by Jhe cumulative effect of disorder which crathers round such a nlace. Again one pauses and lin gers and thumbs the books, finding old familiars and others ouaint and aueer. The experiences of one who ran such a bookstall by the roadside in a Cape Cod village frequented by tourists were recently set down in an article by Alan Devoe In the Atlantic for January. The amazing discovery, (amazing to the reader and to the proprietor too) was that there is such a demand for old books, and secondly "de eustibus non est disputandum ;(there is no disputing about tastes). As the writer says: "I found that people almost invariably bought the books which I had Supposed would be the least likely to sell." He accounts for this by the fact that most of the customers were senti mentalists, not bibliophiles, buying books they had read in childhood or others they had missed reading in the long ago. Personal peculiarities naturally stood out in such a pub lic. One man bought an old spelling book, simply because it had a picture of an owl stamped on the cover and he was an 'owl fan". Another bought every calf-bound volume on the shelves, remarking "They will look charming in the library of .my nw -house." Another lady bought any book that had a metal clasp. A Portugese fisherman bought an old copy of --V A . M A 1 TT A 1 Pi.l.M .vm-hI V.AAnlinA UUaCKenDOSS "niSIOry OI trie Uniieo. OUiies Buupy wwuss Progress i hPin mad, tn th he had heard that Quackenbos was the only historian who state flax, industry at the Oregon said Vasco da Gama was a "portygee" and he wanted the prison. No idle days are seen book to satisfy his racial pride. An old colored woman bought StS! A 1 B A XT 1 1 V-t-Waa 1 - a volume at a lime a quarter oi a ion vi uiu lawuwms. Qf necessity be speeded up. The author-bookseller compiled a list or "Desr. sellers s mono- the nlrl honks, nnrl thev ranked in the followinir order : The fondest dreams of the en . ' . . I ttinalact.. rli. dor. .lolinul m trt. 1 rpkA n.Alm rT f,hilao 111. Iran a i n "v u.i iuiwutu o "2. Books of any kind bound in old calf; old textbooks "3. Works of Oscar Wilde and Elizabeth Barrat Brown ing (neck and neck) . "4. The novels of Ouida and Miss Braddon ; Civil War books. m "5. 'Freak' books that is, books with peculiar titles. The nnveU of Charlotte M. Younce. The Duchess. r j ui:v.iu ci., tjv.i r,A I writer Has been pleased to can a lurs. vyie, auu.iiucui otuaxi, """ franchise crop, meaning one that the poems of Louise Sigourney, Felicia Hemans and Lucy ha3 all tne faTOring conditions of La r com. - snccess and permanency the "7 nirl hvmnflls. Bihles and relicrious treatises. right combination and sequence of . ..... I arttl ennaVln. nrtif atinVTAa U(1 TTf it.. -.U. n Ainu's "l guuamuo tuu puu no. Items.' " The method was novel. He set ur a stall much like a hot doe stand along the current of tourist travel, sold a thous and titles during the season, most of them rescued from at- conditlons wlth Bort water for tics of old New England homes. There indeed was the work- retting, many davs of summer ine out of an idea, and regardless of financial gain, there was sunshine for drying: and holding certainly a rare cnance ior tne sruay oi numan nature. . ' , , 11 . " I hprs TiAnr ha iovai rhiia frwiinm w w l """" V,. from "electricity," or static, for spinning its gossamer-fine threads, and comparative absence of severe heat or cold the '12 n r mo LOBBYING 5 e"lW. tmm Iis3e. fct. &Z)i2&m HwFJ" " Bits for Breakfast By R. J. HENDRICKS Dream of great flax and linen industry coming true: "s age, the gantic flax and -linen Industry in the Willamette valley, with Salem its center, are coming true. They were bound to come true, in good time, because of the very nature of things certain to finally bring them to full fruition. Fiber flax here is what this Besides, It supplies franchise raw materials for processing and manufacturing, which operations here are carried on under ideal N Eva LeGallienne OW we know why Ethel Barrymore told the dowagers h,e through, making firnear liprine did them a ereat honor to arDear before them. And Ethel was right: and Portland and Oregon had a genuine ''be p distinction conferred upon them when Miss LeGallienne and factories, and the fields company appeared in a presentation of two dramas of Henrik within eyeshot of the mills. No Ibsen. For in her graceful and competent person the spoken other section of the entire world sculpture, as vivid as a Rembrandt painting. In her the stage like SO larCA an arMnnma K Aft in . ... , i i j i 1 I . . . . . - , Oi me past witn its great ana now legenaary nguiea, uves uou acres oi land. ao-am. The hanahtiea and artifices of Hollywood are sweDtl thia revival of flesh-nnd-hlood-artino- of PTeat dra- .. In the opening lines above, the ."J " O O 1 etataTTinTif sag maA matlC WOrKS. la icfn in nnr ntntft fla-r iniln.trv We saw her in "Hedda Gabbler", one of Ibsen's great There is progress in several direc- Dlavs. whose architecture follows the style of the ancient tIon?- Greek tragedy. It dramatizes the tragedy of frustration. LJ?tt .iV. A"8 -81! 1 J" T. , . , . -T . l"ca lu pasi seTerai years. uvea oi a iew cnaracwira ia a sraau nwiwcjiau viuae aie about the introduction here of the intertwinea witn somewnat couveuuumu maiaujusLuieuus. i j. w. . nax seea, ana nursing Hedda herself, neurotic, arrogant, bored with a marriage to f ana increasing it from year to a 'scholar-husband, moves with almost serpentine malice to u"i Y" Z" rshatteirdreams of others. The play moves to as remorseless Deen the case for a few'years, and an ena as a irageay oi escnyius. rrustration enas in sen- win be this year, with the excep- erasure. Eva LeGallienne was Hedda, and. what a Hedda! Her cameo-like poses, her clear, jwell-modula ted voice, her lustrous personality made her auditors captives to her art. She dom- doubled our per acre production inated; but she had marvellous support, particularly in Paul J flax 6traw from the field, and Tjvq9o vchn nlavwi h rar ttf r.o irlT.inQM riiiQron1 also tne straw s yield of both seed " f J f . - - r j I Sflrt fihpr That v wnnriorful v.n t 1. a; . i xl.i l i - .. , tic uve uuijr uue cxiuwism ui uer aciuig, tuiu tuai, is ueilgreat advance, seemingly excessive" use as gesture of the extended right S arm. It was gracefully executed, but done too often. Bnt las 5"ear' three-fifths of an auouier Tnii, tion oi some small plats for ex perimenting with still better va rieties. The J. W. S. seed has almost Tf mov Kz oof Avam 4Vi o f Arannn rmnAniliui .ilmtraMi, tft SOWH tO thevisitof an artist. Not only was the theatre entirely filled; practically two tons and the uut wue aucuence was appreciative in tne imest sense oi me j straw gave is per cent oi its word. - I weight in fiber. A 10 per cent MiW Tnoli;r,r, i,. rieid or fiber is excellent. Since U.UOU1WUG UUUC OUWC tcauj I.UU3ltUVUICltllA .U . r ..... .1 . . -n.V - iLi jt " i.'-.j l vregou suite wx piant, " xicxu vi uib tueauc rmu sue is a uauicu act-1 Tins been trotting n inr nr ress, who has devoted to her profession long years of study Isbout 9 per cent of fiber to weight and practice, She is not a flaming Broadway success who 01 o.v waawu uum ovmc ucn omu avwaua, kiuw uuc wiiu ui t t n.vi .t now a real artist. Courageously she has fought for the life Washington headquarters of the It. . '1.. mm mm a a . a I ot me arama, and ior tne great plays oi literature, rinallyiu. s. department of agriculture, sne tounded the Civic Repertory. theatre in New York city I, Bna nas Deen ror 8ome and has actually made a success of it. Now she is taking her1SLLI ?LJ iS.SSS company on a tour of the country. She is a young woman, but I ber flax, with headquarters at the ner worK nas gained her unusual distinction with honorary state college, corvauia. He has doctorate degrees trom such institutions as Smith college. litera"y of rr A- st. ? . , ... . . I varieties. Our state flax nlant at iiex vuui. it ia easy to see. win oe tnumDnai. win aaa . greatly to her fame, and give impetus t& the living stage and I several Tarietiea. ia addition , to ine immortal plays oi literature. , It's a long time since we heard of anyone missing a train; bat fSannral afeAlAentM ttim 'rru.v nf tt iif . ju .,.., . w& am w Kb neuioru Friday. As the Mail-Tribuae reported it, the general "keM his ground in me wrong piace" ana missed the Shasta limited. Am extended tron which Xook aim too tar trem tke station was- set owa aa the yeasoa. - .,,-( - , , i the one mentioned above. U The seed from the three-fifths of an acre, prodneed last year, will be this year planted on selected pieces of land so that - by next year, r tne year following,, we will be well on our way toward having enough for all oar acre- With the J. W. S. seed. In meantime, the slack will be taken up and much better -than could have been done before that Improved variety came into the picture. Also, there is good prospect that some of the other Improved seeds being developed Corvallis may come into use and hurry the improving process. Flax sowing time is here. The sooner, now, seed is in the ground, and the right ground and in the right shape, the better, for the 1934 crop. The advantage in early planting is to get the "usual" June rains, or to do without them tn case they may not come. Flax Is a 90 to 120 day crop, from seed time to harvest. The acreage sown to flax for the state plant is fixed at 2500 for 1934. The full amount will be taken. More would be taken if that were not the limit. The price" is 2 2.50 a ton straight, and none will be taken at harvest time that is not fit to pull. In other words, short or infer ior flax will be waste, excepting ror the seed, which the farmer may thresh or hare threshed and sell, or the state flax plant will market it for him It he desires. The reason that only pulled flax will be taken is that short or mown flax must go mostly into upholstering tow, end the market for this product Is too low to show profit for processing. The state plant has a large surplus, taking up needed warehouse space. The 2500 acres will likelv yield aoove booo tons of liar, with a fair weather season, it will pro duce two tons to 5000 pounds per acre. With seasonable weather, in cluding June rains, there should be no poor yieldB; very little flax not fit for pulling. The probability of much poor flax is largely eliminated by the fact that contracts are not being made until after the land is ex amined. Also, there are require ments in th contracts for proper cultivation, etc., etc. And there Is. of course, inspec tion at harvest time. S The state advances the seed. It Is being cleaned now cleaned and reclearied, and cleaned and re- cleaned some more. All weed seed ia eliminated. When the pulled flax shall have been delivered by the grower to the state plant, he will get his money cash "on the nail" with only the cost of the seed deduct ed. s n m Thus, before the end of Aug ust, considerably above $100,000 will have gone into the pockets of our farmers. S It is conceivable that the acre- age'will be as high as 5000 for 1935. That Is about as high as it may go, for the state plant. After that, the acreage will run to 100,- 000 or more in time; allowing for a fire year rotation crop, which should be the rule. The state plant cannot supply the present demand for fiber. Con siderable quantities have been go ing to Italy. Orders from there are now limited to car lots, on account of the tilling of previous ly placed orders from American mills. The outlook Is now that there would be a demand, at remunera tive prices, for all that could be produced by the proposed 12 ret ting and scutching plants that re ports indicate may be backed by federal funds. And, In fact. If the dream of getting the use of such funds should come true, in full, it might conceivably follow that the whole Oregon supply might be needed in Oregon. But the season is now too late to expect any planting for the pro posed sew mills in 19S4; any of I enae. them. The fact Is, suitable seed These could not be had for more than three or four of the proposed new plants, it even for a single large one; large enough for well bal anced operation, under . modern conditions. And such conditions would be required to get ' cooperative sup port at all. It has come about within 20 years that the flax and linen Industries are modernized; born over, from conditions that were, most of them, 6000 years old; as archaic as the pyramids of Egypt. The Safety Valve Letters from Statesman Readers To the Editor: Now that we have heard the ar guments pro and con about the hairy chested gent that was try ing to make a living working on the highway, maybe you can spare a little room for arguments on a subject of more vital importance to the working people of Oregon, and that is the sales tax. In the past in the U. S. A. there has been no division in the human ranks in regards to wealth, one division lapping onto the other from the poor to the mllliannaire which might be discribed as a wedge. with the wealth being represented by the big end of the wedge. But of late this evenness has been broken up with more money going to the few at the top of the wedge and more people dropping to the poor class levels, which, if it keeps up, will eventually separ ate the wedge near the top and form just two classes, one will bs the rich and one the poor, with no intermediate classes. At the present time a very large part of the real property in the U. S. A. to mortgaged with bank ers and loan associations holding the mortgages. Of course, they are letting people hang onto this property yet because as long as these people pay some Interest and taxes and the tnture looks like higher taxes and lower prop erty values, the banks and loan companies don't want it. But Just as soon as enough states adopt sales tax plans to run state and United States business, then there will be a big property grab. Then they will want thh property, and the poor class will nave to pay tne amount oi rem that is asked. One argument for the sales tax is that some people of means have a good job and no property, so they pay no tax. Bat the smaller Incomes and the larger families are In the working class of people. So how much larger per cent would the working man with the small income and large family have to pay than the man with the larger income and money In the bank, have to pay? There should be some other way to get at tnese men tnan a sales tax. Why should a working man cat his own nose off by vot ing a sales tax to set a few pen nies out of a fellow that It won't hurt at all. Another argument Is that some poor devils ae coming here from other states to work and own no property so pay no tax. But those people bring no money with them and take none awav so Oregon gets it all anyway They spend it all for groceries and gas so why not tax the people more that gets his money. If this itinerant worker paid a tax he would just . have a little less for necessities of life and in addition to paying a profit to the retailer he would also hare to pay to the state in a sales tax. If It is neeessary to get more money why not pat some kind of a tax on foreigners, Including Japs, Filipinos, Chinese, Italians, Greeks, and what not. They pay no property tax and a sales tax would not hart them as a peck; of rice or a box of macaroni a I month wouldn't bring much rT- people always"' can sell SYNOPSIS Lovely Stanley Paige, ceald have married aay eligible saaa in her set there was, for instance, the young lawyer, Perry Deverest, loyal and reliable, but she fell in lore with dashing, Irresponsible Drew Araitage. Drew told Dennis St. John, his former sweetheart, that althoagh he weald have loved Stanley nader any circumstances, he weald never have become en caged to her had she beea poer. Then comes the crash tad Stanley's fortune Is wiped eat She dees net care as long as she has Drew's leve. but . . . be ssys it woald be mad ness te marry en bis income.-So with a dramatic . . . "Stanley, I shall never ferget yen and I shall always regret having hurt yea bat never having loved yenr.be passes eat of her life. Though broken-hearted, Stanley accepts the blew stoically. She refases to ac cept charity from her friends and leaves her Uxorious apartment. She rents a cheap furnished room where she meets V alexia Blair, a salesgirl. Valerie is very kind to Stanley. Warning against poverty, Valerie nrges Stanley te return to her wealthy friends, but she re fases. CHAPTER SIXTEEN In the mean time, what are you going to do? About a job, I mean?" "I dont know. But there must be something.'' Stanley frowned a bit anxiously. She was thinking that she had thought about nearly everything in the past week except the future. She realized suddenly that from now on, if she was to exist, she could no longer ignore It She had decided definitely to keep away from Marcia and Ned and all of their crowd. But there was Nigel Stern. She wrinkled her forehead, said aloud, "There's a man I met a few weeks ago at a studio party he might be able to help me get a job. "Artist?" "No, I don't think so. Just sort of a connoisseur of art and mu sic " "And women, probably. If I were you I wouldn't count too much on him. You'll find that without money the approach will be entirely dif ferent. Youll either look less de sirable to him or more. Either way, it's all in his favor. However, you might go and see him. I'd try to get Madame to take you on at the shop but she's letting girls out instead of taking them on. Busi ness is rotten." Valerie swung her feet to the floor, stood up, stretched her arms over her head and yawned. In her peach-colored brassiere and step ins, she looked ridiculously little and childish. "Gosh, but it's hot It's too hot to sleep or go to i movie or even ondresst" Someone knocked on the door. Valerie called a casual, "Come in!" picked up Stanley's pajama coat and wrapped it abont her slim shoulders. The door swung open and a young man in white shirt and a pair of disreputable old tennis tron sers, bowed low over a tray hold ing three glasses of orangeade "It's three and one - half degrees cooler and a breeze is reported ris ing off the coast of Labrador. A celebration is in order." Valerie swooped upon the tray then remembered ner manners. "Miss Stanley Paige, formerly of Park Avenue Mr. Jimmy Hunt er " Jimmy bowed low. "Greetings in my lormer incarnation I was one of the Vanderbilts and prob ably danced with your great grind mother. Shall we drink to the good old days! Stanley took the glass of orange ade he offered her and drank it gratefully. Over the top of the frosted glass, , she stared at him frankly. He was very tall and so slim she thought she could easily have reached around his waist with her two hands. His hair waa brown and very curly and grew in a sharp peak on his forehead. His eyes were small and very bright and his month, which was as fcicely shaped and as sensitive as a girl's, wss continually flashing, into a wide grin, displaying amazingly perfect white teeth. He sat down en the bed beside Valerie and flung a casual arm about her. "I had a hunch I'd find her In here," he told Stanley sol emnly, "She's a friendly little sort wants everyone to feel at home. She appropriated tne the night I moved in and there's been no es caping her since. Shell lend you cigarettes aad get you up in time to go to work and wash behind your ears and make yon save your money she's a tyrant and a slave driver but she's a pretty Little thing, Isnt she?" "Dont mind Jimmy," Valerie cautioned, rubbing her head against his shoulder. "He's just a nice little boy who's never taken time to grow up. A nuisance at times but sweet." , i After they had gone, Stanley turned off the light and flung her self down on the bed. It had been nice of them to stay like that to make her laugh and talk with them. But cow she was alone. She was alone in the dark and she wept for Drew. Dry, hard sobs pushed op into her throat and choked her, tears, hot and salt-bitter, stung her eyes, scalded her cheeks. She tried to hate him. She wanted to hate him. But she couldn't. She could only hate herself for loving him. Marcia was pouring tea on the South Terrace. The sun dipped be hind the rose garden and spread soft, gentle fingers over the smooth ly clipped lawns. Marcia loved serv ing tea in the late afternoon on the South Terrace. There was some thing delightfully English about it. Manna was not a snob but she had a certain instinct about things like that. She liked the way the level lawns ran down to meet the ocean, the way the ivy clung to the gray stone walls of the house, the way the cedars Ned's father Had planted threw long shadows on the grass. She liked the wsy women's laughter sounded in the still summer air and. the way her hands looked moving among the tea things. Today there were four In the lit tle group gathered around the tea table. Ned would come in from town shortly with a few men for the week-end and the Johnnie Cramp tons were coming over for dinner. But now there was only Sandra Frayne, in a perfectly impossible old tennis dress, Diane Truesdale, cool and remote in apricot chiffon, Gerda Leasing and herself. "Whatever do yon suppose she did it for?" Gerda sipped her tea languidly and fixed her eyes on Marcia. "That, my dear girt. Is what Ned and I would like to knowl I rushed in to her the minute Ned called me and found her gone. That old Irish woman, Ellen, was as silent as sphinx simply said Stanley had ordered the car and gone out. I left word for her to get in touch with me and what happened? She sent me a perfectly fantastic letter say ing she was going away for a while she was awfully grateful but she wanted to be by herself. Ned says she eouldn t have had more than hundred or so in actual cash with her." - "Imagine that! The price of half a dress!" Gerda's smooth drawl rippled with excitement. "Exactly. I went into town as soon as X got her letter and tried to reason with her. She was sbso lutely decided. She'd arranged to sub-let the apartment through Ali ta's agent and she had even sold her clothes." "Good heavens, was it as bad as that?" Diane set down her teacup and stared at Marcia with aston ished eyes. "It certainly was. There was 001111112 left absolutely nothing. She sold her clothes and her car and paid all of her personal bills and got out, Isnt it all perfectly fantastic!" "The girl really had nerve after all," drawled Sandra slowly in her odd, unaccented voice. "I thought she was merely beautiful." "What do you mean by that?" Gerda asked curiously. "Oh. it would have been so easy te just drift. I've seen so many do it" Sandra lifted her thin shoul ders in a little shrug. "Ton remem ber Janetta Randall? She managed to live off her friends for years until she picked up that Pittsburgh man. Cecily Rand is becoming ex pert at it between her invitations and what she makes at bridge she's doing very well by herself. There are d ox ens of others. It s an old New York custom." "What about Drew Armitag wasn't he giving her an awful rush?" Gerda appealed again to Marcia. "There was something there, all right but I never found out just what Stanley was terribly in love with him. Not that she d admit it, of course, but she didn't have to, one had simply to look at herl Drew left for Chicago right after the crash." "He would," observed Sandra shortly. "One can't imagine Drew married to a poor wife." Or married at all for that mat ter," murmured Diane huskily. They all remembered suddenly that there had been a time the winter before when Drew had rush ed Diane. "No, I suppose not he's not the marrying kind." "No man is," Sandra told them huskily, "until he's married and, not always then. That's why there are so many divorces. You never can tell until you've tried and it doesn't always take," No one dis puted her; after all she should know; she had tried three times. "And so yon dont know where she disappeared to?" Gerda refused to be intrigued into generalities they were always tiresome and didn't mean anything, anyway. "Haven't the slightest idea. Ned persists in worrying about her, but after all she isnt a child. She ought to know her way about" "Maybe she went back to that aunt of hers; yon know, the one she's been with since her father died." "Not a chance." Marcia was em phatic "She's been living off Stan ley for years. No help there." "I thought Perry Deverest was keen about her. There was a su perior way out" Diane waa lan guidly interested. She felt Stanley had handled the whole thing rather stupidly. That she herself could have done better. "I know." Marcia nodded thought fully. "He's been crary about her for years. We all thought when she came bacs but then there was Drew and she didn't Well, Perry's stfll in Canada and if he's heard from Stanley he's not telling any one because Ned saw him when he was up at the Preston's camp last week. He'd heard about the crash bnt he wouldn't talk about Stanley at all." (To Be Continued) Copyrifst. UJ2, bj Annie CtHm Distriatet by Km, Features Syndicate, rue. Ode to Peanut or Prune Popular For Good and Sufficient Reasons By D. H. Talmadge, Sage of Salem Excuses are mighty tiresome. EUie Tidger at Turkey River was the star of a home talent play, and she appeared to be a sort of Garbo in the rehearsals, but on the night of presentation she for got her lines and just about ruin ed the production. She said she'd got lice in her hair when she milk ed the cow that night, and her head Itched so she couldn't think of anything else. Art has hard go ing at times. sr- Now and then someone says to me in a sad, sweet tone of voice. We should live according to the Golden Rale." It is true; we should. But somehow I am always reminded of Gid Plutt, whom I used to know back on the big riv er, when' the Golden Rule is pre scribed. Gid declared he had giv en it what he considered to be a fair trial, but he had been com pelled to alter It somewhat In or der to get along with his feller citizens satisfactorily. '1 do unto others," said Gid, "as I know dam' weu others wjll do unto me if I don't take care of myself." Still and all, I think we would be astonished if we really knew how many and what people are trying to live in accordance with the Golden Rule. To each of us "days come I ween when sense seems absent from the bean - Having reference, you will please understand, to the species of sense known as "com mon," although why it should be so known is somewhat difficult to understand, because it is, as a matter of fact, rather uncommon. It i3 much the same thing as is occasionally referred to as "horse sense." Ope would naturally think that common sense," being com mon. should be plentiful. But it is not plentiful It runs in streaks, A person who appears to possess a plentiful supply of it today may tact like a human goose tomorrow, If each of us were endowed with unvarying "common sense" it is their produce and most always have a Job. EARL SHARP. I I' D. H. TALMADGE probable that unhappy marriages would be a rarity and divorce would be all but unknown. Shys ter lawyers and quack doctors would no longer blemish the fair face of human nature. The smart aieck in the arts and professions would see himself as he la and would be more considerate' of the sensibilities of his associates Ton would pity me and I would pity you, which would be far bet ter, for us than it is for you to pity you and tor me to nltr me. And so on and so on. It reaUy is not worth bothering about. I always laugh when someone tells the story of the young and pretty school teacher Who spoke to a man on- a streetcar and dht covered immediately afterwards that he waa a stranger. "Excuse me," she said., much confused: T thought you were, the father or one or my children.'' An over-acted role In a nlav is. eat a, a a . . . . ' is ao. zvin oi., saiem, ure. i ininx, more painful to the aver age audience than acted. a role under- I reckon an ode to a prune or to a peanut or to something- of equal insignificance is more warmly received by the masses than an ode to the more exalted things. Fact is, most of us know what it is about when a prune or a peanut is mentioned. Scenario writers seem to have fallen into a way of introducing a newspaper reporter when- a touch of low comedy is indicated. l suspect prejudice. Small talk: The theatrical nov- elty of the local week the pup- eis in "l Am susanne" at the Grand . . . Monday is almost ev erybody's "bad day" ... A Salem woman complains that her ankles and vicinity are covered with black, and blue kick-spots. She has, I presume, been playing bridge . . . Chanticlair told the hens in the farmyard that the rising sun did not cause him to crow, but that when he crowed it caused the sun to rise, and some of the hens believed him . . . "Tire Private Life of King Henry VIII," accredited with be ing one of the 10 best nicturei in 1933, shown at the State during the week, set English history stu dents to buzzing, and also a num ber of others ... A local epidemic of petty thievery is reported . . . Mice are said to be making them selves heard indwells for the first time this season, and wise gays say it indicates cold weather to coma . . . Onr old fri-nd Hen rietta crosman, whom those who saw "Pilgrimage" will recall pleasantly, is with us sgain in "Carolina." Somehow, when I think of Henrietta and of the years that have passed since I first saw her and of the vigor she still manifests, I leel as if the "weight of years" idea has been considerably exaggerated . . . The average man in the street regard less of his politics, has Only good words for President Roosevelt . . . Observed at a local restauraw a man of Dempseylsh proportions sipping hot milk, and -at the next table a young woman of about 90 pounds averdupols eating mince pie with cream ... It was not unexpected, the announcement that Hal Hoss had passed on to another phase of life, yet when it cam Tuesday morning, and for a day thereafter, people on the streets of Salem and in the stores (Turn to. Page 5)