If They Had Gone ‘Musical’—
J
In the course of giving musical instruction over a period of
twenty years, Arthur T. Cremin, director of the hew ) ork Schools
of Music, has evolved certain basic rules governing the instruments
for which people are best fitted, according to their individual
personality and background. Here we have eight world leaders as
they would appear if they had suddenly gone musical. The pic•
tures are all composites.
People with quiet hobbies, like stamp collecting, are ideally
suited for strumming on instruments such as the guitar. The No. 1
stamp collector of V. S. looks pretty natural behind a guitar here.
THAT MAN! Nervous, tense
people like Dor Fuehrer make
ideal piccolo players.
Ambition and the bass viol go
together. Here is Henry Ford as
he would look with the big fiddle.
NEW NOTE IN “MY
WEEK” ... Mrs. Eleanor
Roosevelt is the ideal type
for the violin. Simple,
sincere people, says ex
pert Crernin, should take
up this instrument.
Affectionate people like Queen
Elizabeth of England should be at
home with the accordion. we are
told. And Good Queen Bess seems
to be.
Statesmen whose main mission in
life is telling other people, where
to head in arc ideally suited to be
band conductors—always leaving
the stick. So here is II Duce di
recting.
ff inston Churchill has played
many roles in his exciting life and
played them all well. It is reason
able to suppose he would make a
good rhumba player.
NATIONAL
AFFAIRS
Reviewed by
CARTER FIELD
British suppress news
of submarine sinkings to
avoid informing Ger
mans of holes in block
ade . . . Isolationists fail
to arouse public senti
ment against higher
taxes.
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
WASHINGTON —To many Amer
icans one of the curious things about
the British censorship is the sup
pression of so much good news.
It has never occurred to the Brit
ish to explain why this reticence on
their part about the sinking of U
boats was important in a military
sense. Many Americans have as
sumed that it was just the normal
hate of public boasting by British
officials.
But it is far more Important than
that. It was important in the last
war, when the same policy of
secrecy with respect to submarine
sinkings was followed. The nearest
approach to an explanation was that
it was bad for the morale of the
German submarine crews if they
never got any word about sinking or
capture of the U-boats. All they
knew was that such and such a sub
marine had sailed, and they never
heard about it coming back.
All this may be true. Reports
from Germany right after the close
of the last war indicate that it was
true.
But this has NOTHING to do with
the motive of the British govern
ment in not releasing information
about submarine sinkings.
STRATEGY IS MOTIVE
The real reason, as learned from
authoritative British quarters here,
is much higher strategy, and has
nothing to do with psychological
factors. It is really a blockade run
ning problem.
Some of the German submarines
have been hunting in packs. But
for the most part they are spread
out in the general shape of a fan
guarding the approaches from the
North Atlantic to Britain. Each
submarine in this fan pattern is re
sponsible for a good many miles of
ocean, along the outer arc of the
fan.
Now suppose the British succeed
in sinking two or three submarines
fairly close together. The admi
ralty at once knows about it, but the
Germans do not find it out for a
couple of days, perhaps longer. Ob
viously the submarines, though
they can receive wireless orders and
reports at night, cannot do any
radio sending—cannot tell the Nazi
se a command even that they are
safe. To do so would disclose their
position at once to the British.
So—the British, knowing that
there is a hole in the line of the
submarine blockade, rush merchant
ships through that hole until it is
plugged.
Which is why the British admiral
ty does not boast about submarine
sinkings.
Congressmen’s Mail
Favors Tax Increase
One of the most curious factors
in popular opinion at the moment, if j
one may take mail to congressmen ,
as a fair indication of it, is the fail
ure of the isolationist group—Bur
ton Wheeler, Gerald Nye, Charles
A. Lindbergh, et al—to arouse senti
ment against paying taxes, a sub
stantial part of which will be used
for aid to Britain—in short for war.
Most congressmen report that
they actually have more mail from
patriots willing to pay increased
taxes than from constituents kick
ing because the burden is going to
be so heavy.
Mr. Lindbergh, in particular, has
always urged heavier spending for
national defense, but even he has not
made any headlines by insisting
that the new taxes need not be so
oppressive if we contented our
selves with building up our own de
fenses, and did not spend money
also on supplies to be sent to
Britain.
DIRECT APPEAL LACKING
If and when Lindbergh, Wheeler
and Nye take that stand then will
be the time that phase can be
judged. So far there has been no
direct appeal to the letter writing
public to express itself. It might
also be pointed out that a great
many people who do understand
what the tax schedules are going
to do to them, talk plenty but do
not write—that it is not the average
person who sits down and writes
a letter to his congressman, but a
group that is in fact a very small
minority.
This is absolutely true, but the
fact is also true that this minority,
cranks if they be, is very potent
in this country and always has
been. For right or wrong, con
gressmen take a certain part of the
cross section from these letters
written admittedly by a minority
which enables them to conclude the
public opinion.
So it is important that so far, on
the eve of consideration of the tax
bill, the opponents of aid to Britain
have not been able to bring any
pressure to bear through this chan
nel against the tax boosts.
Problem Solved
By MEREDITH SCHOLL
(Associated Newspapers—WNU Service.)
BEGINNING with the day that
Donald Winslow had black
ened the eye of the town bully
for trying to kiss Sylvia Quen
tin, Donald had been Sylvia’s hero.
At that time the pair had been aged
12 and 8 respectively. Now they
were 26 and 22, and the situation
hadn’t changed a great deal. Sylvia
still looked upon Donald as a protec
tor and an adviser. A role which
Donald filled willingly and capably.
Today as Sylvia looked out across
the lawn of her father’s estate,
across the highway and along the
drive that led to the home of Don
ald’s father and the abiding place of
Donald himself, her expression was
one of forlorn distress. At the mo
ment she needed Donald’s help and
counsel more than ever. Yet she
was reluctant to seek him out.
It was possible, she thought, that
Donald might not take too kindly to
this most important of all requests.
That would hurt. And to be hurt
right now, especially by Donald,
would be torture.
Sylvia took the time to reflect back
to the day when Donald had black
ened the eye of the town bully in
her defense. From this point for
ward her thoughts followed her own
and Donald’s career to the conclu
sion of grammar school, through
high school, through college, and
the years that followed after gradu
ation. And not once could she re
member a time when Donald had
failed to come to her aid. He had
been noble, kind, thoughtful, always
considerate and concerned with her
problems as much as though they
had been his own.
No, she decided, he would not fail
her now. No matter what the na
ture of her troubles might be.
And so Sylvia arranged her hair,
powdered her nose, caught up a
He suddenly reached out, and his
arms encircled her in a fierce grip.
wrap and went out. She found Don
ald down on the shore of the lake that
bordered on the Winslow place. He
was tinkering with the motor of an
old power boat. His hands were
greasy and his face was streaked.
He seemed on the point of ex
asperation, yet at Sylvia’s step he
looked up, and at sight of her the
exasperated look departed and was
replaced by a cheerful and welcom
ing grin.
“Hello,” he said, sitting down on
the gunwale. “Glad you dropped
over. Soon’s I get this old tub fixed
I’ll give you a ride.”
Syvia did not return the grin. She
sat down on the wharf’s edge and
stared soberly out over the shim
mering blue of the lake.
Donald puckered hi* brow into a
frown, ceased idly drumming with a
hammer handle on the gunwale, and
waited. He knew the signs.
Presently Sylvia said, without
looking up, “Donald, ever since
we’ve been kids I’ve come to you
with my problems, heaped my bur
dens on your shoulders. And you’ve
always been kind and helpful. Al
ways sort of—looked after me."
Donald scratched his chin with a
grimy forefinger. “Sure, Sylvia,
why not? You’ve always been like
a sister to me. Why shouldn’t I
look after you?"
Sylvia gnawed at her lip and hesi
tated. Then, “Donald, I’m in trou
ble now, and you’ve got to help me.”
Donald slid down on the wharf
close beside her. "Of course, Syl
via.”
Sylvia turned and looked at him
squarely. “Donald. I’m in love!”
Donald’s jaw sagged open. Sur
prise, pain, incredulity came into
his eyes and were replaced by blank
astonishment.
“In love, Sylvia! You! In love!
Sylvia, for heaven’s sake!”
Sylvia suddenly looked away. “I
knew you wouldn’t take me serious
ly, knew you wouldn’t understand.”
Donald gulped and laid a grimy
paw on her white frock. “But, Syl
via, I do understand. Of course.
You took me by surprise. I—well,
it always seemed—that is—who is
he, Sylvia! Why don’t you marry
him?”
Sylvia buried her face in her
hands. “That's just it. That’s why
I came to you. He won't ask me!”
“Won’t ask you! You mean he
doesn’t love you! Why, the skunk.
I’ll—just tell me his name! He can’t
get away with a thing like that!”
“Don’t be absurd, Donald. You
can’t use violence in a case such as
this. You can’t force a man to love
a girl! We—we must think of some
other way.”
Donald nodded, as if the logic of
her words had suddenly occurred to
him also. He drew away his hand
and stared moodily out over the lake.
“Donald, can’t you think of some
way?”
Donald didn't return her look.
“Sylvia, I don’t want you to get
married!”
“Don't want me to! Donald, what
ever are you saying? Why don’t
you want me to?”
He didn’t reply at once, and Sylvia
went on, “I know what you’re think
ing. You’re thinking he’s a cad for
making me miserable. But he isn’t,
Donald. He’s wonderful and grand
and handsome. And, oh, he could
make me so happy. I’ve waited and
waited for him to propose. And—
and now, Donald, I've come to you
for help. You simply must think of
something!”
Donald turned at last and met her
gaze squarely. “It isn’t that that I
was thinking, Sylvia. I wasn’t
thinking about him, or how mis
erable he's made you, or how to
solve your problem.”
Sylvia looked at him aghast. “You
weren’t! Then you won’t help me;
don’t want to help me?”
"I was thinking,” Donald went
on, "that it isn't fair. It isn’t fair
at all—to have you want td marry.”
"Fair? I don't believe I under
stand, Donald. What isn’t fair?”
"It isn’t fair,” said Donald, draw
ing close to her, “it isn’t fair to have
you love someone esle when—” He
suddenly reached out, and his arms
encircled her in a fierce grip. His
lips crushed against hers. She yield
ed. He held her thus for it seemed,
an eternity. He kissed her again
and again.
At last he released her, looking
fiercely into her eyes. "It isn’t fair,”
he continued huskily, “for you want
to marry someone else when
I love you madly, when I’ve always
loved you, when I’ve dreamed end
lessly of the day when I can claim
you all for my own. That’s what
isn't fair!”
Breathless, flushed, her eyes shin
ing with a strange, unaccountable
light, Sylvia clung to him tenderly.
"Donald Donald! Dear, darling
Donald! It is fair! It is! Don’t
you see? Can’t you understand what
I was trying to say? Trying to make
you do?”
And when he stared at her in
speechless incredulity, she went on
happily. “Donald, darling, precious,
you’re the man! You are the man
I’m in love with, who won’t ask me
to marry him, who is making me
miserable!”
’ And then the white frock became
more grease besmeared than ever.
Africans Use Tom Toms
For Music, Messages
In the wilds of Africa, the sway
ing trees, moaning winds and rum
bling thunder give sounds to which
the natives listen. Song birds sing
or twitter, and wild beasts screech,
howl or roar. The more-or-less sav
age people of African jungles add
to the sounds. They make music
which has rhythm even when it does
not sound very pleasant to the ears
of a white traveler. The tom-toms
of Africa are famed for their savage
beat. A tom-tom is a drum, and
was so named in imitation of the
sound it gives forth.
Some African drums are made en
tirely of hollowed wood, and their
boom may be heard for great dis
tances.
African natives often use a signal
system based on the beating of
drums. Messages are sent far and
wide in this way. Word of the com
ing of soldiers is obtained in one
camp and then sent to another with
the help of beating drums.
Certain tribes have learned to
make drums by stretching skins
over wooden boxes, or over metal
pots. There are "drum orchestras”
with big and little drums; when one
of these gets into operation, the na
tives have a wild time, dancing to
the beat and singing as well.
One strange musical instrument
of Africa is a kind of xylophone. It
is composed of hollow tubes in a
row. The tubes differ in length, and
for that reason make different notes
when they are struck. This instru
ment has been nicknamed “the Af
rican piano.”
Robert Burns
Scotchmen in all parts of the world |
assemble on January 25 to observe
the anniversary of the birth of Rob
ert Burns, when they celebrate the
glories of their country as well as
the fame of its greatest poet. Burns
was born near Ayr in 1759. He
worked as a plowboy on his father's
farm and read the Spectator and
Pope’s translation of the Iliad and
learned a little French and Latin.
When his father died he and his
brother took a farm, where he wrote
poetry and failed to earn a living.
He planned to go to Jamaica, but
the publication of his first volume of
verse in 1786 won so much praise
that he decided to remain in Scot
land. The second edition of the book
netted him about $2,000. In 1789 he
accepted appointment as an excise
officer. He died in 1796, worn out
with excessive drinking. His fame
has grown with the years and he is
regarded as one of the greatest lyric
poets of his race.
WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
(Consolidated Features—WNU Service.)
■^■EW YORK.—George Ade is the
first and the last of the modern
fabulists. He might still do some
thing, factual but still fabulous, like
Iron Hat Instead
Of Mortar Board
Crowns Beauty
most things
today, about
Theresa
Bonney. The
“once upon
a time” was in 1921 when the pretty
American girl from Syracuse
turned in her thesis for her doctorate
of letters, at the Sorbonne in Paris.
Her subject was "The Moral Ideas
in the Theater of Alexander Dumas
the Younger." The cheers were re
sounding and international.
Miss Bonney previously had
romped through the University of
California and had taken her mas
ter’s degree at Harvard. European
bureaus of American newspapers
rushed girl reporters to Paris to
extoll her beauty and her intelli
gence. She did not disappoint them.
All the garlands of the Groves of
Academe were hers, to say nothing
of her flair for clothes. The least
the girls could figure for her was
the presidency of an American col
lege.
Today is today, and in the
years in between Adolf Hitler
has brought about drastic revi
sion of “moral ideas” in France
and elsewhere. And in these
years, Miss Bonney has had a
ringside seat at the apocalypse.
Just now the Vichy government
awards her the Croix de Guerre
for "bravery and devotion” in
evacuating refugees during the
German invasion of last year.
She needed no identification here,
as she had already gained fame, not
as an intellectual but as a photog
rapher whose closeups of chaos are
official records in the Library of
Congress and in the French ar
chives. Last December, she re
ceived a grant from the Carnegie
foundation to return to France and
continue her pictorial record of the
war.
The hair-pin turn in her career
came just at the time women
were discarding hair-pins. In
Paris, she sold a story to an
American newspaper. They
cabled for a picture. She had
trouble in getting it and decided
to put an end to such difficulties.
With her sister Louise and her
mother, in America, as partners
she organized “Bonney & Co.,”
operating the “International
Picture bureau.” Lacking an
important picture, she bought a
camera and started shooting.
Her pictures were even a bigger
success than her thesis. Baron
Mannerheim let her get into the
thick of the fighting in Finland
and awarded her the White
Rose of Finland.
Witty, dark-haired and vivacious,
she made friends and frequently
was a click or two ahead of her
rivals in some new and unheralded
belch out of hell. She brought back
to the Library of Congress 200 pic
tures of the blitzkrieg.
LOUIS B. Mayer, motion pic
ture executive, the highest paid
American with his salary of $697,047
in 1940, came a longer way up than
L.B. Mayer Came
Up All the Way
From Sea Bottom
others of the
SEC listing
—from the
bottom of
the sea in
fact. At the age of 14, he wore
a diving suit, salvaging iron from
sunken ships at New Brunswick.
His family had brought him at the
age of three from Minsk, Russia,
where, like George M. Cohan, he
had been born on the Fourth of
July—in 1885.
He sold his iron in Boston,
saved $600 and bought a tumble
down theater at Haverhill,
Mass., in the early days of the
custard pie dynasty of the
movies. In 1914, he got the New
England rights for "The Birth
of a Nation." That routed him
to Hollywood, the presidency of
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and a
long, fast run-around on the
grand circuit of movie high
finance.
He registers vitality in every
move and gesture—never taking
anything calmly or in his stride. He
mixes sentiment and business, stick
ing to a lowly paid employee like
an heirloom, but firing an assistant
mogul at the drop of a hat.
ROBERT BREENAN, Eire’s min
ister to Washington, who is
negotiating for food and arms from
the United States, used to be a writer
for American pulp magazines. He
has been incarcerated in British
jails in Dublin, Cork, Dartmoor and
Gloucester. He was one of six men
who were sentenced to execution,
in the war against the Black and
Tans, but as the others were being
led out to be shot, he was, for seme
mysterious reason, given his liber
ty. In 1920, De Valera made him
undersecretary of the foreign office.
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Effect of Study
As some insects are said to de
rive their color from the leaf upon
which they feed, so do minds of
men assume their hue from the
studies which they select fot it.—
Lady Blessington.
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Swift Report
Report, that which no evil thing
of any kind is more swift, in
creases with travel and gains
strength by its progress.—Vergil.
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