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Broiled Lamb Chops Keep Your Kitchen Comfortably Cool
(See Recipes Below)
Kitchen Comfort
Spring Fever? Are the warm lazy
days working havoc with your de
• . A _
sire to cook, to
work in the kitch
en? Then dispel
these lagging feel
ings with quick
ly put - together
meals that cut
down your work
to a minimum
■nd the use of your oven to practi
cally nothing.
This is the season to make the
most of your broiler and meats that
are at their best when broiled. Broil
er specialties are lamb chops (both
shoulder and loin), steaks, thick
ham slices, and young chickens. If
you heat your oven very hot and
also the pan in which you are broil
ing your meat before you put the
meat into the oven, you will ac
tually be cutting down the time you
have your oven on. In this way
you are way ahead on economy of
heat and also in keeping your
kitchen comfortably cool.
To cut down the time you spend
in actual cooking, select foods that
cook quickly or that can be cooked
and served together. Our menu to
day is a good example of this: the
lamb chops broil quickly and the
lima beans brought to a boil and
cooked quickly take only as much
time as the lamb chops to cook un
til tender. Serve them on the same
platter, too—they’re pretty that way
and you will have fewer serving
dishes to wash.
The Refrigerator.
Your appreciation for your refrig
erator or icebox undoubtedly rooms
upward quite fast with the first ap
pearance of warmer weather. In
deed, what could you possibly do
without refrigeration that keeps
fruits, vegetables,
leftovers, meats,
milk, butter, eggs
and countless oth
er products in
pejfect condition? (
In what other
place could you
possibly store
away the salad to keep crisp and
cool and the delectable desserts that
must remain firm before serving?
Those reasons are enough to make
you keep your refrigerator in the
best of condition, but the recent lim
itation on making and selling re
frigerators will certainly give you
further reason to cherish it with
the best possible care.
Keep the refrigerator away from
the sun that comes into the kitchen.
Keep it away from the stove, too,
and give it enough space for good
circulation of air at the back and
top. Most refrigerators need a 2%
inch leeway at the back and 6 to 12
inches at the top.
Temperatures are important, so
check them with a thermometer.
Safest temperature is between 40
and 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cool hot foods before putting
them into the refrigerator. Cover
foods except those having thick
skins. Moisture from uncovered
foods collects on the freezing unit
and you will have to defrost oftener.
Your refrigerator has a big job
in keeping everything cool, as every
piece of food requires just so much
energy to cool. For this reason you
should not overcrowd your refrig
erator or stuff it full with bags, car
tons and vegetable tops that also
need energy to be cooled.
Defrosting.
Once a week or oftener in the
Lynn Says:
Keep your kitchen well venti
lated and you will drive away
much of the feeling of fatigue that
comes while you cook. Warm air
usually rises so it is better to
keep the windows open from the
top to create better ventilation
and avoid drafts.
Place an electric fan right
above the stove so that it fans
the warm air right out the win
dows, or combine a fan with a
screen placed in the upper sash
of one of the windows and adjust
to fan the air in or out the room.
In some kitchens it is practica
ble to place a fan in the chimney
flue provided for that purpose.
This Week’s Menu
•Broiled Shoulder Lamb Chops
Lima Beans In Tomatoes
Hashed Brown Potatoes
•Bran Sour Cream Muffins
Butter
•Wilted Lettuce Salad
•Frozen Prune Whip
Coffee Tea Milk
•Recipe Given.
summer if the weather is humid,
defrost the refrigerator. This will
help it keep the proper tempera
ture. When you defrost, wash the
inside of the box, the trays, etc.,
with a solution of 3 quarts of warm
water and 1 tablespoon of soda.
Wipe with a cloth wrung in clean,
clear water and dry thoroughly be
fore returning the food and trays
to the box. In this way you give
your refrigerator good care and pro
long its service to you.
*Broiled Shoulder Lamb Chops.
Have lamb shoulder chops boned
and rolled and cut into slices about 1
inch thick. Thor
oughly preheat
broiling oven with
regulator set for
broiling. Place
lamb chops on
rack so that there
is a distance of
about 3 inches be
tween top of chops and source of
heat. If this distance must be less,
reduce the temperature accordingly.
When one side is nicely browned,
season with salt and pepper, turn
and finish cooking. This requires
about 15 minutes. Serve with to
matoes which are stuffed with
cooked lima beans and broiled.
Here are muffins that will act as
a spring tonic with their rich-in-iron
molasses and bran cereal that peps
up even the most wilted spirits:
•Bran Sour Cream Muffins.
(Makes 18 small muffins)
1 cup flour
1 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup sour cream
% cup molasses
2 tablespoons water
1 egg, beaten
2 cups bran cereal
Sift together flour, soda and salt.
Combine cream, molasses, water
and egg. Stir into dry ingredients
and add bran cereal. Fill well
greased muffin tins two-thirds full
and bake in a moderate oven (350
degrees) for 20 to 25 minutes.
Wilted lettuce makes a quick and
easy salad combination. It is per
fect with the broiled lamb chops be
cause of the bacon flavoring which
blends so well with them:
•Wilted Lettuce.
4 slices bacon, cut In small
pieces and fried brown
% cup vinegar
% cup water
1 teaspoon sugar
When bacon is browned, add other
ingredients and heat to boiling point.
Pour over lettuce. Sliced hard
cooked eggs and a little diced onion
may be added to make the salad
extra delicious.
•Frosen Prune Whip.
(Serves 6)
154 cups cooked prunes
H cup granulated sugar for prunes
V4 teaspoon ground cloves
l cups milk
H cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 tablespoon plain gelatin
2 eggs
1 cup whipping cream
Cut prunes from pits in small
pieces. Combine prunes with V4 cup
sugar and spice and heat to dissolve
sugar. Chill. Combine 1V4 cups
milk, salt, and Vi cup sugar and
scald. Add flavoring and gelatin
moistened in remaining Vi cup milk
and stir to dissolve gelatin. Pour
over beaten eggs, stirring briskly.
Chill until thick. Whip cream stiff
and fold into chilled gelatin mix
ture; add prune mixture. Pour into
refrigerator tray, place in freezing
unit and freeze. Stir once or twice
during freezing process.
Have you a particular household or
cooking problem on which you would
like expert advice? Write to Miss Lynn
Chambers at Western Newspaper Union,
210 South Desplaines Street, Chicago,
Illinois, explaining your problem fully
to her. Please enclose a stamped, self
addressed envelope for your reply.
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WHO’S
NEWS
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
| (Associated Newspaper*—WNU Service.)
NEW YORK.—It will come hard
to think of Gen. James H. Doo
little as the Jimmy Doolittle who
used to be the bantamweight boxing
T n n champ of the
Top Boxer, Racer, Paciflccoast.
Air Stunter—He’$ But there's
Now Gen. Doolittle
elevated general, nominated by
President Roosevelt, is none other
than the weather-beaten, tanned,
wrinkled, rumpled, bandy-legged
roughhouse fighter and flier of a few
years back. He has grown gray
in the air, and much of his hair has
been wafted out into the wind
stream, since the days when he first
became known as a speed demon.
He won’t be long in opening up
his own fighting front, somewhere,
somehow—judging by the way he
did the same in a boxing match in
which we once saw him.
His father, a carpenter and
prospector of Alameda, Calif.,
took his family to Alaska and
there young James bucked bill
iards, mushed with sourdoughs
and got generally case-hardened
for his latter adventurous career.
Back in the States, he enlisted
In the army air service.
Outside loops were to him just like
skipping the rope and he quickly be
came the army’s crack stunt-flier
and racing pilot, instructing rookies
at San Diego. He studied at the
army’s technical school at Dayton,
Ohio, and later enrolled at the Mas
sachusetts Institute of Technology.
In 1925, he won the Schneider
cup for the army, hitting a speed
of 232 miles per hour. These
exploits of his daredevil years
qualified him for some hair
raising adventures in demon
strating American planes to
foreign governments. In 1928,
showing off fighting planes in
Chile, he fell from a window
ledge and broke both ankles.
The next day, when a competing
German pilot went aloft to give
his plane a sales workout, Doo
little had himself lifted into the
cockpit of his plane, with his
broken ankles tied to a rudder
bar. Then by clever and hazard
ous maneuvering he forced his
rival to the ground, and tore off
a few snap-rolls around the tall
peaks of the Andes.
His stunt brought to the Curtiss
company one of the largest contracts
ever awarded to an American com
pany.
BARNEY OLDFIELD, the auto
mobile racing driver, pulled up
in a race to change a tire. There
was a bit of bungling on the job.
Etpnt The Thing mechanic
That Slame Out spoke up:
Piert in Jig Time oldtieldi
what zis crew needs is esprit"
"Go out and buy one!” bellowed
Barney. “We gotta win this race."
It’s like that in war. We can’t
buy the "esprit,” although we are
fanning up quite a lot of it. Some
how we’ve got to get the teamwork.
In the meantime, there is observ
able in these parts a serial dem
onstration of fast double-play team
work between management and la
bor, which is heartening.
We cite the George Rogers Con
struction Co., demon pier-builders,
who recently finished a 700-foot pier
and shipway in 43 working days—
25 days, or more than 30 per cent,
faster than any previous record for
a Job of this type. This company
has been slamming out similar piers
since 1869. It is crucially important
war work, as on these piers, fighting
ships are repaired or remodeled.
There’s no involved incentive
plan for employees. The work
ers are old-line shipbuilders
who know what they are build
ing for. George W. Rogers,
grandson of the founder of the
firm, and now its head, says of
his workers: “At mass meet
ings of the various shifts on the
job the men themselves have
helped provide the driving force
required to maintain the record
breaking schedule.’*
Mr. Rogers studied engineering at
Cornell university, with no intention
of ever being a “dock-walloper," as
; he calls his occupation. He went to
| Cornell and won his letters in bas
ketball, football and track. When
; his father died, he took up the
family business.
In the last war, he served in the
navy as a deck officer on a battle
ship, and did convoy duty and saw
action with submarines. With the
outbreak of this war he tried to get
back in the navy, but they offered
j him three stripes and a desk and he
decided he would be more useful in
' kicking out piers in a hurry—which
is an old family custom. He lives
in Forest Hills, and has two daugh
ters, one 19 years of age and the
other 21. They are studying in one
of the defense projects, learning to
be motor mechanics, dismounting
and assembling engines.
Reason for
Suspicion
By
VIC YARDMAN
Associated Newspapers_WNU Service
44 f"''HOW me the ore among
your guests or cowpunch
ers,” said Sheriff Newton
Cook, "who’s left handed,
and I’ll show the man who stole
your money."
Mac Brickell, owner of the Bar
Z Y cattle ranch, looked up quickly.
For a moment he studied the lean,
bronze face of Pecos county’s law
officer, then turned to glance mean
ingly at his foreman. Dusty Pren
tice.
Sheriff Cook said, “Well9 Is there
a left-handed hombre on the ranch?”
“Yes,” said Brickell slowly,
“there is. Dusty here was trying
to teach him a rope trick the other
day and he had trouble because
Landon was left-handed. His name’s
Warren Landon.” He paused. “What
makes you think that the thief is a
left-handed jigger, Sheriff? Landon
is one of my best paying customers.”
"I’ll explain that later.” Cook
nodded toward Dusty. “Go fetch
him. Dusty, and we’ll ask him a few
questions.”
“Wait a minute!” Dusty turned at
the sharp command from his boss.
“Newt,” Brickell went on, “I ain’t
going to allow you to accuse Landon
without knowing first what grounds
you’ve got Landon’s been coming
here every summer for three years.
Business is too tough in the dude
ranch game to risk losing a cus
Sheriff Cook said, "Well, is there
a left-handed hombre on the ranch?"
tomer like him. Besides, the man’s
rich. What would he go stealing a
paltry thousand dollars for?”
‘‘Maybe if business is tough in the
dude ranch business, it's tough in
other businesses. Maybe it’s tough
with Landon, and maybe that’s why
Landon needed the thousand dol
lars.” Sheriff Cook pushed his
sombrero and scratched his head.
"I can see your point of view,
though, Mac, so suppose we attack
the thing from a different angle.
Suppose you an’ me and Dusty go
over to Landon’s cabin and tell him
about the robbery. We won’t say
nothing, but I’ll look at him mighty
suspiciously, and the fact that all
three of us are there, wearing guns,
too, will, if he’s guilty, have an ef
fect on him. I mean, by his man
ner he’ll reveal his guilt.”
"You’re sure he will? Landon was
supposed to be off fishing when the
money was stolen.”
Cook shrugged. "The man who
stole that thousand dollars thinks
he's so smart that no one would ever
suspect him. When we pop in on
Landon first shot out of the box,
he'll be so danged surprised he'll
give himself away whether he wants
to or not.”
Sheriff Cook pointed to the floor
of the small room in which they
were standing. “See those cigarette
ashes? There’s enough to guess
that they came from three or four
cigarettes, at least. But do you see
any stubs? No. And why? Be
cause the thief was too smart to
leave anything around as identify
ing as cigarette stubs. However,
here’s this paper of matches.
Probably dropped in the dark. But
unimportant. Why again? Because,
even though there were fingerprints
on the package, they wouldn’t do us
any good. We're miles from anyone
who has the intelligence or equip
ment to read fingerprints. More
over, out here we don't resort to
such new-fangled ideas. And the
thief knew that.
“Now, listen,” the officer went
on, “this is the way 1 figure it.
Landon knew that the thousand
dollar payroll arrived at the
ranch yesterday morning, as did
everyone else. He knew, be
cause of his past three years’
experience on the Z Y, that you
always left it in this office over
night, until the next day, when
you pay off. He needed a thou
sand bucks and he needed it in
a hurry. So yesterday afternoon
he sets off on a fishing trip
alone, taking a lunch with him
in case he didn’t return by sup
per time. Toward dark, when
everyone is in eating their sup
per, he comes back, climbs in
the office window and waits
there. He eats his lunch and
smokes a cigarette or two while
the evening wears away.
“Presently as is customary out
here, the guests and most of the
punchers gather in the main ranch
house for the regular evening of
fun. It is then that Landon, or who
ever the thief is, climbed out of the
window with the thousand dollars,
went to his cabin, hid the money and
then came up to the main ranch
house.
"That," said Mac Brickell, "sounds
like a darn good story and darn
logical. Only what makes you think
Warren Landon was the man?"
"Because he*s left-handed. Listen,
Mac, let's you and me and Dusty
pop over to Landon's cabin like I
said. If he’s innocent, there’ll be
no harm done; If he’s guilty, you can
see for yourself.”
For a moment Mac Brickell hesi
tated. Then he shrugged, and led
the way out into the ranch yard.
The three men crossed the brook
that separated the main buildings
from the two rows of guest cabins,
and presently stopped before one
whose door stood open.
Brickell rapped and peered in
side, but Cook pushed his way past
and ranged along the wall. The
ranch owner followed, and then
came Dusty.
A tall, blond man rose from the
cot against the opposite wall, sat
up and stared at them curiously.
"Well, Brickell, what’s up?”
Brickell shifted nervously. "Why,
nothing much, Mr. Landon. You
see, the sheriff here—’’
“Came up to investigate the rob
bery of the payroll from Brick
ell’s office," Cook cut in. He thrust
forward his jaw belligerently.
"Know anything about it, Mr. Lan
don?"
The officer’s voice was filled with
accusation and contempt. Brickell
gestured futilely, almost apologetic
ally.
Landon bounded to his feet. “De
I know anything about it? Me? Why
the devil would I know anything
about your lousy thousand dollars?
Why, you insulting—”
“What thousand dollars are you
talking about?” Cook barked. His
hand was resting lightly on the butt
of his six-shooter. “Who said any
thing about a thousand dollars? How
did you know there was that amount
in the payroll?”
Landon blinked, swallowed. The
blustering bravado and indignation
dropped from him like a cloak.
"Why—why—I’ve been coming
here for three years. I ought to
know by this time what Brickell’s
payroll amounts to. Eh, Brickell?”
He turned to the ranch owner, des
perate appeal in his tones.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Landon, Brickell
said. “I—at first I didn’t believe
it could be you. But I guess the
sheriff was right. You see, the
amount of my payroll changes ev
ery month what with letting hands
go and taking them on during the
height of the season. Sorry.”
Landon was like an animal at bay.
But almost at once he saw that es
cape was impossible, because both
Sheriff Cook and Dusty had drawn
their guns and were ready.
Later on, back in Brickell’s of
fice, Sheriff Cook produced once
more the paper of matches. “You
see these,” he said. “Well, notice
how the matches that have been
used were torn from the left-hand
side of the package. A right-handed
man always holds the package in
his left hand and tears the matches
on the right side off first. That’s
how I knew your thief was left
handed.”
Brickell nodded dismally. He had
lost a first-class customer and wasn’t
in an especially pleasant mood. Lat
er, after examining the partly used
packages of matches belonging to
half a dozen right-handed men, he
was forced to admijt that Cook
was right—and clever.
Seventeenth Century
Ideals Still Fresh
The customs, folklore and even the
native tongue of France still exists
in the little community of Old
Mines, Mo., where the inhabitants
have persisted in keeping their Sev
enteenth century ideals fresh.
Despite the flood tide of over
energetic Americans around them,
a score or more of families, de
scendants of early settlers, remain
French in religion and in every-day
life. They speak a sort of old French
patoise, as a priest terms it.
Father Van Tourenhout, a Belgian
born in St. Louis, continues to make
journeys to Old Mines to hear
French confessions. He encourages
celebration of traditional feasts such
as the Guignolee. He dons a biretta
and soutane for the occasion. The
peasant women wear the blue ker
chief of ^arly France.
Each week these peasants drive to
nearby Potosi—which they still insist
on calling Mine a Breton—for pro
visions, herding their families into
wagons. For entertainment they
meet in the evenings at homes of
their neighbors for a singing party
or a tale-telling.
The stories are those passed down
through the centuries. The peasant
cannot always tell the meaning of
the words he uses. They have been
dropped from his vocabulary. He
repeats them as a ritual—as a child
says “fee-fl-fo-fum. ” Many are al
tered versions of tales from Bocac
cio and La Fontaine. Others are
fairy tales with a few details
changed to fit the local scene.
Hats, No Hats
The wearing of hats has often
been blamed for the loss of men’s
hair and going without a hat is sup
posed to promote hair growth.
But both theories are false, accord
ing to one of the nation's leading
trichologists. For over-exposure of
the scalp to the hot summer sun is
one of the most common causes of
conditions leading to baldness. And
it has never been proved that the
wearing of a hat had tne slightest
adverse effect on the preservation
of hair.
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She Gave Americans the
Memorial Poppy
CX3R the first time in a quarter of a
" century. Memorial day this year
finds the United States at war. On
f at day. May 30, millions of Amer
icans will be wearing a red poppy
in memory of the men who gave
their lives for their country. Most
of those who wear them will be hon
oring sons or brothers or friends
who perished during World War I,
for out of that conflict grew the
memorial poppy idea.
But to others this custom has a
more poignant significance this year.
For the blood-red flower they are
wearing is symbolical of the blood
shed by an American boy to whom
they said good-by only a few months
ago—a boy who died at Pearl Har
bor or on the Bataan peninsula or
in the Java sea.
How did the custom of wearing
the red poppy on Memorial day orig
inate? Visit the quiet little univer
sity town of Athens, Ga., and as you
walk along its shady streets you may
meet a sweet-faced, gray-haired,
soft-spoken Southern woman whom
the citizens of Athens know as “Miss
Moina” but whom millions of World
War I veterans call “The Poppy
Lady.” For it was Moina Michael who
had the inspiration for this tribute
to America’s fighting men and who
made the red poppy the symbol of
their valor and their sacrifice.
The story of that inspiration and
the growth of the idea is told in a
book published recently by Dorrance
and Company of Philadelphia—“The
MOINA MICHAEL
Miracle Flower,” written by "The
Poppy Lady” herself. In 1918 Miss
Michael, then a teacher in the nor
mal school of the University of
Georgia, entered training at Colum
bia university for overseas service
with the Y.M.C.A. On the Saturday
morning before the Armistice a young
soldier, visiting the hostess house
maintained in the building where
the Overseas Y.M.C.A. War Secre
taries had their headquarters, laid
on Miss Michael’s desk a copy of a
woman’s magazine.
During a spare moment she looked
through the magazine and a strik
ingly colored picture caught her eye.
It was the illustration for a reprint
of Col. John McCrae’s famous poem,
“In Flanders Fields.” As she read
the poem, she found herself read
ing again and again the last stanza.
In a moment of sudden inspira
tion, Miss Michael seized a used
yellow envelope and scribbled on it
a poem “We Shall Keep the Faith."
At that moment she also took a
pledge to herself always to wear a
red poppy as a sign of remembrance.
That day a committee from the
25th conference of Y.M.C.A. War
Secretaries, then in session, brought
her a check for $10 in apprecia
tion of her efforts to make a home
like hostess house of their headquar
ters. She told them of the pledge
that she had just taken and that she
intended to spend the money for red
poppies to wear in honor of the men
who had died "in Flanders Fields.”
Impressed with the idea, this com
mittee reported it to the conference
and soon afterwards many of the
secretaries began asking Miss
Michael where they could get pop
pies to wear. That afternoon she
went on a shopping trip and returned
with two dozen small silk red pop
pies which she gave them.
Subsequently other conferences
adopted the red poppy as the em
blem of the Overseas Y.M.C.A.
Workers, to be worn in honor of the
soldiers who had perished in the
war, and through the efforts of Miss
Michael many other organizations
gave their support to the idea. In
1920 the American Legion at its na
tional convention in Cleveland adopt
ed the Flanders Field Memorial
Poppy, the Legion Auxiliary did like
wise in Kansas City in 1921, as did
the Veterans of Foreign Wars the
next year.
From America, the memorial pop
py idea spread to England and many
other foreign countries where, as
in the United States, these little !
red silk flowers are made by the!
maimed, gassed and wounded men |
of World War I who have no other I
source of income. It is estimated
that the profits from their sale totals
more than $7,000,000 in all the coun
tries where they are sold and every
penny of this goes to the aid of dis- j
a bled veterans and their needy de- 1
pendents. In more ways than one
Miss Michael’s red poppy is a
"Miracle Flower.”
NATIONAL
AFFAIRS
Revitwtd by
CARTER FIELD
Raids on Japan Designed
To Weaken Her Attacks
. . . More Encouraging
W ar ISeivs Due Soon . . .
(Bell Syndicate—WNU Service.)
WASHINGTON. — Adm. Thomas
Hart and other military figures have
made it clear that, important as
morale may be, it will be neces
sary, before this war can be ended,
to defeat the enemy in battle—on
I land, on sea and in the air.
The spectacular airplane raid
from Australia to the Philippines,
followed so quickly by the raids on
Tokyo, were NOT merely for pur
poses of morale, as so many have
assumed. As a matter of fact,
morale was tremendously important
in the Tokyo raid, but it was Chi
nese, not Japanese morale that was
really important even in that None
of the leading figures directing the
military moves of the United Na
tions has any delusions about Japa
nese morale.
The two raids were designed,
first and foremost, to compel
Japan to weaken her far-flung
attacks by holding planes on the
home islands for their defense
instead of sending them as re
placements to Burma, the Phil
ippines, Java and elsewhere.
Even in Burma, where she has
been enormously successful in
pushing toward her objectives,
Japan has been paying a very
high price in loss of planes—
and aviators. This would make
little difference if the lost planes
are promptly replaced.
Because of the difficulty in getting
supplies—and new planes—to the
Flying Tigers, Japan could afford
almost any ratio of losses that might
be necessary, and be sure of victory
in the end.
Japan Now in Danger
But Japan does not yet know how
serious is the bombing threat for
her home land. If the raids are to
continue, and perhaps grow heavier,
she cannot afford to risk weakening
her home def&ises by sending all
the air strength called for by her
admirals and generals from the
Siberian border to the gates of Aus
tralia.
So far as air power is con
cerned, the Japanese have been
put at the same disadvantage
which the United Nations have
suffered since the beginning of
the war. They have had to be
ready everywhere, not knowing
where the Axis powers would
strike.
To that extent she is weakened in
her continuance of the offensive. Un
fortunately this applies only to air
attack. She seems to have control
of the sea in the entire area in
which she is operating. She is known
to have more troops than she knows
how to use for the present.
But this last is seriously affected
by the danger of air attacks in ANY
of her operating areas. The ques
tion of supply becomes serious in
the face of that threat. She will not
dare—assuming the threat can be
continued—to move troops or sup
plies by sea except when escorted
by ample air power.
This necessity will constitute an
other element in the pressure to pro
vide ample air defense everywhere,
the only sort of pressure, for the
time being, that the United Nations
can apply.
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Nation Will
Be Pleased
Things are being done in this war
effort of the United States which will
please the people when they know
about them. This sounds like whis
tling in the dark at the moment.
But some extraordinary things are
going on—things which would an
swer a lot of criticism which is be
ing whispered around—things of a
character to arouse public enthusi
asm when they are revealed, as they
will be later on.
The importance of this lies in the
contrast between our system of gov
ernment and the British. Winston
Churchill may weather the storm.
He is a magnificent orator. But it’s
likely to be touch and go. It’s very
hard for even a good orator to avoid
the consequences of what his critics
think was very bad military judg
ment
But the President is in no such
danger. The criticism in this
country could reach tremendous
proportions without jarring him
very much. Congress could act
up, but it could not deny him
money for military purposes,
and it could not take over the
direction either of the army and
navy or international relations.
So it is not politically essential for
FDR to force out the good news. If
any military reason justifies it, the
President can permit the suppres
sion of not only the things being done,
to which allusion has already been
made, but of other things which
might be of even greater impor
tancer
The good news alluded to has
come to the writer accidentally.
They lead to the conviction that
there must be many other things
which have received no publi
city.
