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S o u th ern Oregon News Review’, Thursday, Ju n e 2, 1949 z S hokt S w I^ TMS NORIE Tow n fôpOBTEP GOOD OR BAD, TELEVISION . . . Video-the Great, Irresistible Force IN W ASHINGTON . . . HAS FASCINATION FOR MILLIONS By H. I. PHILLIPS --------------------------------------- books, papers and even the racing night" sum up the total exchange results. of words. Television is developing a race of -----* ----- ----- * ----- sitters—a vast. Immovable popula The old man doesn't go down The decline in conversation at tion of living-room squatters, as it to the store for the papers or a were. In all areas of the country house parties in television belts cigar. Mom cuts the cinema. where video has come into play, has become alarming. Guests hard It isn't because television is all great masses of people are ’'set- ly speak to one another or to the sheer entertainment. In fact, tin"' glued around the set, absorbed hostess. Whole evenings are spent it has been rather trying, often and silent, neglecting small talks. in which "come in" and “good downright annoying. Video Is still in the baby stage. It doesn't look like an extra smart kid. Hut there Is such a diver sity of attractions on so many programs over so many chan nels that there la a fascination for millions in It. good or bad. -----* ----- r « So many more thrillers, playlets, vaudeville sketches, hockey games, ‘OUR prayers have comforted me, friend, fights, wrestling bouts, debates, Through many a day; 6 concerts, newsreels, soap operas, comedians, tragedians, a c t o r s , W hen Strength has failed me, then I know dancers, scientists, clowns and pup pets come zooming into the old That you will pray; homestead that the audience at least gets action. The reactions are W hen any hurt becomes too great curious. We know one addict who For me to bear, says. "It's so bad that it's absorb ing." Another demands, with more I feel it ease, remembering enthusiasm, "Show me another Your power in prayec. medium through which I can get a hockey game, a ski tournament, A ) a forum, a circus, a Broadway "I shall pray for you each day,” you said show, a couple of westerns, a book "My voice shall lift review and a carload of miscel laneous entertainers and celebri In your behalf. . . . ” O friend o f mine, ties without getting out of my chair!" There is no gift -----& Though you should search the wide world through We have even discovered a fel That can compare I low who finds some commercials attractive on television. He hated W ith the precious, shining, white weight t , ' . commercials on the radio, but a O f your prayer! ' close-up photograph of a mince pie, a layer cake, a stack of wheaties, a bubbling glass of beer or a gal "Pray one for another,” we are told. whipping up a dinner on a cooking program intrigues him. He gets I, too, shall pray sore if a plate of frankfurters and For you, and for each troubled heart beans doesn’t screen well or if a display of gelatins is out of focus. In need today. His chief interest in all products seems to be their degree of screen clarity. -----* ----- Men and women who could LIVING-ROOM SQUAT PRAYER POWER '4 — Grace Noll Crowell take their regular radio or let It alone have been known to go nuts over television. The busi ness of operating the various dials to bring in the entertain ment gives them the feeling of being producers, stage direc tors, dramatic coaches, vaude ville kibitzers and movie pro moters. They are never satis fied. They are always monkey ing with the dials, trying to achieve the perfect show. -----* ----- The American public is getting more and more amusement-mad and it looks as if books, magazines and newspapers may have to go all out for showmanship. Man'a house used to be his castle; it is now his fight arena, his ball park, his theater, his concert hall, his infor mation bureau and his personal clambake. -----* ----- The answer to "Shall we go out somewhere tonight" is "Why?" People used to leave the apartment to kill boredom and seek some di version. They now accomplish the same objectives with an "aerial stack" and a "booster." -----* ----- Hurry up with the dinner, moml There's a prize fight, a wrestling show, six musical revues, a tour of the nighteries, four westerns, a travelogue, a newsreel, four mys tery dramas, 18 newscasts, a rodeo, a mardi gras and a sailfish tourna ment on the video tonight! This n* That Armout and Co. omitted its pre ferred dividend, saying meat prices have fallen 20 to 30 per cent . . . Steaks and chops are now worth little more, in fact, than their weight in gold. • • • Those Ford cars are of new de sign. but the strike comes in the same old shape at both ends and in any color so long as it's dark blue. The Fiction By NO REGRETS Richard H. Wilkinson Corner BY IN E Z GERHARD ANESSA BROWN typifies every thing that a young actress ought to be. Very pretty, with chestnut hair and blue eyes, she has managed, at 20, to complete her college course and make pic tures at the same time. Asked how it happened that she was chosen for the maid of the all-star cast of Paramount’s "The Heiress,” she laughed and said she’d been V , Vb.'SES&k BROWN teaching William Wyler’s daughter to swim; after testing older ac tresses he realized that Vanessa was right for the role, her ninth. You’ve heard her on the air—she toured Alaska with “Vox Pop,” has appeared on the Screen Guild and other important shows. She writes, too; has sold three stories to a newspaper syndicate. Joan Fontaine in “Bed of Roses” will be back at RKO for the first time since she starred in “From This Day Forward” in 1945. A modern drama, it stars her as an iron-willed girl with an insatiable desire to have her own way. Friends who knew her and Olivia de Haviland in their school-girl days say the beautiful Joan her self always had a way of getting what she wanted. John M iljan deserted films two years ago to devote his time to his avocado ranch at Vista, Calif., but could not re sist the role of "M r. Howard" in “ Mrs. M ike,” the Dick Pow ell-Evelyn Keyes starrer being produced for United Artists. Five of filmland’s glamour girls recognize a voice that has made love to them when they tune in M utual’s "Scattergood Baines." Wendell Holmes, who p la y s "Scattergood," has played the ro man?'«’ lead opposite Joan Fon taine, Dorothy McGuire, Veronica Lake, Claire Trevor and Madeleine Carroll. H e’s also tops at im per sonating Winston Churchill on the air. A L E R IA ’S A F F A IR with Eliot had proved extremely gratifying. After all, Eliot was the most handsome and the most glam orous man at Newfane Lake, and | the confession of his love had rath er flattered her vanity. But the duration had been brief. Two months, to be exact. She had smiled a little wistfully the night she handed back his ring. " It ’s been swell fun, Eliot, but it can’t last. The feeling’s all on the surface. It isn't real.” “Not real?" He stared at her, un believing. "Good Lord, Val—" But she interrupted him with a ges ture of finality. “I t ’s no use, Eliot. You’re far too glamorous and handsome to fall in love. I tried hard, but it didn’t work.” She patted his hand maternally. "Sum m er romances are fun, and this has been the best ever. No regrets." A hurt look came into his eyes, to be replaced an instant later by exaggerated indifference. He tossed the ring, caught it, pocketed it. “O. K., sister. I guess I can stand it.” His eyes held that smug, “it's-your- funeral” look that so fitted his role. She felt released, free again. When Doug Metcalf asked her to attend the Country Club ball with him she accepted without qualms of con science. Doug was big and homely. “Thought there was no harm in asking,” he grinned. “You won’t find me as spectacular as Eliot.” He looked at her curiously, seemed on the point of asking a question and thought better of it. She knew that he, like every one else, was wondering if her heart was broken. Well, let them find out for themselves. Their pity annoyed her. Who was this Eliot Harvey, a god or some thing? The night of the ball, dancing with Doug Metcalf, she saw Eliot floating by with Sheelah Jackson. He was looking down into her up turned face, oblivious to everything else. Valeria felt a little pang, and, impatient at herself, gave her at tention to Doug. Doug was watching her and there was worship in his eyes. • V Harvey HE W AS'DANCING a dreamy S waltz with Doug when Eliot cut in. Surprised, she found herself in his arms scarcely before his fam iliar features became recogniz able. "Well, well, well. Look who’s here! How's the Don Juan of New fane?” "Val, let’s go out and get a punch.” His tone was almost harsh. Valeria hesitated. "All right,” she said. " I could use something like that. It ’s been a destructive evening. I ’m worn out.” They moved into the alcove where the drinks were being serv ed. He led her beyond and through French doors that opened onto the terrace. The place was crowded, but they found a vacant bench be hind some shrubbery, and Valeria sat down. It was good to sit. Eliot bent over her. “Listen, Val, I can't stand it! I ’ve been crazy ever since you gave me back the ring. I ’m going mad! You’ve got to come back to m e!” Amazed, she stared up at him. His eyes were burning coals. He stood there stripped of his pride and dignity, no longer the confident Don Juan, the breaker of women’s hearts. "Eliot, you’re drunk!" " I ’m not! Val, don’t you see I ’m not! Don’t you see how much I love you!” He dropped down be side her, and suddenly his head was against her breast. He wept. Val was frightened and bewild ered. So all his indifference, his casual acceptance of her decision to break their engagement, his in terest in Sheelah Jackson—it had all been pretense! A sham! A mask! An attempt to maintain his Don Juan standing, to nourish his pride and vanity and conceit. She stood up, suddenly contempt- ous, ashamed of her own doubts, disgusted with his weakness. She looked down at him, without pity or compassion or regret, turned away and went eagerly back to find de pendable Doug. Discovery of Iron Iron—according to legend—was discovered by primitive man in campfire embers or in meteorites Iron tools were used in construct ing the Pyramids about 3000 B. C. The ancients produced iron in fires built on the windward side of banks, or in pits or rock furnaces, using bellows. SSWDHD PUZZLE ACROSS 50. Otherwise DOWN 1. Part of a 1. Body of check water 5. An aro 2. Levers used matic spice for turning 9. Irish Free rudders State 3. Incite 10. A king of 4. Kidney Norway shaped, 11. Seaweed edible seeds 12. Habit 5. Cut, as 13. Furnished grass temporarily 6. Together 15. Negative 7. Light boat reply 8. Newt 16. Spawn of 14. A slow- fish moving 18. Propose boat tentatively 22. River (Spain) 24. Board of Ordnance (abbr.) 25. Biblical city 26. Plaster of Paris 28. Kind of dance 31. Roman pound 32. Perform 34. Make hot 35. Native of Nevada 39. Eltter vetch 40. Jewish month 41. Benevolent 43. Like a wing 45. A brown, bitter nut (var.) 47. Attractive (colloq.) 48. Back of the foot 49. Note 16. One of King Lear's daughters 17. Fat 19. Obtained 20. Sweeten 21. Jogs 23. Bone (anat.) 27. Strange 29. Exclama tion 30. Sewing instruments 33. Tree 36. Price 37. Subside 38. Wall recess n r 4 New Series of Puzzles to Test Your Wits 42. Christmas song 43. Tree 44. Color 46. Malt beverage ftH liH SMSAO. WMU ( • » • » e e n S M l People Ran Conjresi | Richer Harvest By MKIIAEL TIFF finch would hav« S A USUAL TH IN G folks out 111 M elissa fainted from »hock If Joe Sut A the home towns and rural com ton had told her she was a pretty munities of our country ure ahead of congress and the politicians here in Washington In their thinking on what is good for, or what Is best for our country in the matter of national legislation. As a rule the measures before congress are merely translations of the thought and action of the people themselves. And Washing ton is simply the m irror which re flects the will of a majority of the people. There Is a definite trend here In Washington however, which your Home Town Reporter is not attempting to interpret. I ant going to ask for an Inter pretation from the grassroots on thia trend which leads to the question—"Are we moving to ward a socialistic national gov ernment in thia country?” So If you will, please write me a letter giving me your thoughts on the question. Perhaps I am too close to the for est to see the trees, but my mail Is flooded every day with publicity, brochures, pamphlets a n d just plain propaganda seeking to brand every liberal piece of legislation before congress as ' ’socialistic." • • • All Are Branded The housing and slum clearance bill, federal aid to education bill, the bill for compulsory health In surance, expansion of social secu rity laws, the various proposals to create river valley authorities, any bill which would provide for n fed eral grant-in-aid to the states, the Brannan agricultural program and numerous other measures . . . all have been branded as definitely socialistic in nature by one or more of the large organizations which maintain lobbies here to influence legislation. Even our farm cooperatives have been branded with the socialistic label. It has come to the point that every so-called liberal piece of legislation which comes before con gress is being measured by the socialist yardstick. Of course there are as many definitions for the word "liberal" as there are writ ers. but as this reporter views it, liberal legislation is any measure which has for its objective the elim ination of any inequalities or tribu lations of any great mass of the people through federal help In money or regulatory control. • • • Socialism Defined girl or even smiled at her. His pa, Jake, did that right along, which was fair enough. Hut Joe did like her cooking. Otherwise she’d have gone away be fore this; but today was definitely her last day as housekee|>er for Jake Sutton and his son, Joe. Melissa hoped she had taken at least a part of the place Joe’a ma had left some alx years ago when she had passed beyond. She knew that Joe lived with the memory of his ma; acted as though she were in the next room. Melissa had never lost the Idea of being an Intruder. " /’as leaving today,” announced Me- liiu . Jo» kept moving toward lb» door. "I'm leaving today,” Melilla re pealed. Jo» stopped, »nd ib» could i»» bit great fingers clench. Melissa went back to the pump and sink. She began washing the dishes. At the same time she remembered that this was her last day. Three years ago she had start ed In this house of the Sutton»—Jake Sutton and that son of his, Joe. She had nothing agulnst Jake because Jake had the sense to look at her as If she was a human being. But that Joe—he was a born woman-hater If ever she saw one. Then ,she con sidered — wiping the damp towel over the plates—that Joe had lost his ma. She watched Jake come In for a packet of carrot seeds. Juke didn't glance at her as he rummaged In the seed pile. "Reckon as how Joe an* that Blos som Appenzellcr gonna be hitched come this fall," Jake announced quietly. Joe wouldn't marry any girl, not even Blossom with her fancy ways, Melissu thought. And. as for herself, she had stood about all she could. If Joe hadn't noticed her for three long years he sure wasn't going to change overnight. I _ I ER suitcase was packed and *■ * she sat down on It to close It tight. Then she wondered what Joe was doing. She could see him through the window plain as day. She had to admit that he looked mighty like a man as he wheeled that tractor round the field. He'd make any girl a providing husband. So Jake thought Blossom Appen- zeller was for Joe. Maybe Blossom would have liked to nab Joe but Joe had no eye for painted-up Ups and chalked-up eyes That blue dress on her suited her blue eyes. Melissa stood straight up In front of the dresser glass. Her hand halted midway to her face powder box. She was looking at Joe’s ma, an old photo encased in a frame of gilded wood. For the first time, though she had seen that pic ture every day, Melissa could see why Joe remained aloof from girls; how could any girl ^ome up to Joe's ma? On her way down, carrying the suitcase, she wanted to cry but sob- The dictionary says socialism Is a reconstruction of society on the basis of cooperation of labor and community of property; or govern ment control of economic activities so that competition will give way to cooperation and the rewards of labor be equally apportioned. That is the orthodox Marx brand of socialism, but the modern or gar den variety of socialism appears to be content with a more adequate distribution of wealth through so cial reforms by political agencies. They want nationalization of such resources as railroads, mines and other properities, but do not advo cate abolition of the profit system nor the right to own private prop erty. • • • Although anyway you view It socialism does not fit into the American system of free competi tion and individual freedoms, the question arises-does any reform ad vocated by the Socialist party be come socialistic in fact? For in stance as far back as 1908 the Socialist party platform advocated conservation and development of natural resources; scientific re forestation; storage of flood waters and utilization of water power; es tablishment of minimum wage scales; five and one-half-day week; old age pensions and survivors in surance; a graduated income tax; equal suffrage; direct primary; vocational education; a separate labor department and conservation of public health and establishment of an independent health bureau. Melissa was awfully small; a These reforms are in the law today. speck of dust blown here by the Are they socialistic? wind. Address Given bing eased that sickening feeling of This reporter believes, however, departure. As she came out Into the that a measuring stick should be afternoon sunshine she could see whether or not, you as a citizen Jake looking at her from the chicken have lost or may lose your individ yard. "Joel” Jake shouted. "Ain’t ual freedoms guaranteed you by the constitution and the bill of you goin’ to say good-by to Me rights; whether controls by the gov lissa?” And then she saw Joe stop ernment to keep employment on 1 the tractor and turn to stare at her. Melissa felt another lump In her the farms and factories up and prices down are socialistic; wheth throat as Joe stood near her, like a er taxation plays such a role in great pine tree. She was awfully your economy as to become un small; she was a speck of dust that had been blown here by the wind bearably oppressive. and now was being blown away. So let’s hear what the folks in the home town think on this subject: "Why don't you look at me," he Is the government moving towards said, very low, and hit voice came socialism? Write me, if you w i l l - from a distance. She looked up and address, Walter A. Shead, • care winced because he was aloof, "1 Western Newspaper Union, 1057 wasn't certain,’’ he said, "but now I National Press Bldg., Washington know. It's lb» way you kept house. Ma bad a blue dress like that. You're 4, D. C. like her." • • • He took the suitcase from her. As late as 1936 the Socialist par ty platform advocated a public Without knowing it, she walked at health program for adequate medi his side, back to the house. The sun cal aid financed by taxation; a was hot on the fields, a white butter 30-hour week; creation of a federal fly floated toward the cabbage marketing agency for purchase and patch, and Joe's arm felt good around her waist. marketing of agricultural goods. Released by WNU Features.
