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EDITORIALS WASHINGTON NEW YORK editorial After Victory Comes The Qreatest Task Our generation has two monumental tasks to be solved. The first and most urgent is defense. First objective of this Is national defense, but basically Jt is defense of democratic processes. In order to realize this goal, we must be prepared to sacrifice. We must yield unselfishly and united- ly on many points which we have been taught to believe were integral parts of our democracy.

We must yield materially, sacrifice heaviiy of our earnings to our government to keep alive hopes and prayers that our government may live. We musf sacrifice in time and service, laying aside our own desires of the moment that we may do our part when, where and how it is needed. We must give up a lot of our individualism for a unified collective effort. As complex as" this is, its solution should be comparatively simple along side of rebuilding our processes after we win the victory. Fighting our out will be eas- ier than thinking our way out.

The immediate objective in war Is victory. This won, the big ques- tion becomes: Victory for what? This is our second major problem. It is the real challenge of democracy. How well we can rise to the challenge of victory wil 1 demonstrate how much we deserved to win it. Shall we continue toward regimentation born of readjustment? Shall we continue in the unsound philosophy of existing more and more upon future earnings by operating our government on an increasing deficit basis? Shall we permit group to rise against group, class against class? Shall we continue to build our economic structure on stilts, to con- BOLLYWOOD MADE UP TO KILL! by K.U*y and levees against struct walls world tides? Shall we continue to allow the unscrupulous and the greedy to flourish, the honest and unselfish to perish for lack of hope? Shall we agree that might makes right, that' the influential few have a right to direct life for the less favored many? Shall we leave beau- cracy unbridled, allow agencies to create needs instead of needs created agencies? Shall our government be over the people or for the people? These are questions we must answer, and having answered must solve.

The task is momentous beyond struggles of shot and shell for these things, rightly may be enduring. Somehow we must experience a spiritual rebirth to ever cope with the situation. We must make more positive and deeply abiding our conceptions against greed, our 'aith In truth and service. We must pray that if God spares us the ordeal of having one man dic- ate our destinies that we will, od helping us, work out our own! Washington Daybook Wallace Sets ecord In Vice President ial Activity WASHINGTON' Vice-Presl- dent Henry A. Wallace has been "Mr.

Big" of the United States Senate for six months now and it Is becoming increasingly apparent that it has been some years since a Vice-President has played a bigger hand in behind-the-scenes congressional affairs. Some observers say that not even John Nance Garner, when he was riding the administration bobby horse in the early days of the New Deal, was more active in keeping the legislative wheels rolling smoothly. The gentle, soft-spoken former Secretary of Agriculture was credited previously with being a scholarly sort of farm economist, with no penchant for politics, and only a slight interest in raising himself by his own political bootstraps. When he was placed on the Democratic ticket as stable- mate for President Roosevelt in his third term all sorts of excuses were advanced by the administration boys and heaps of criticism were showered down by his opponents. Oddly enough, no one had the foresight to try to prove that "Hank" Wallace might become a decided congressional asset to the President and the Democratic party.

But in that very role, he is beginning to prove his worth. According to cloakroom chatter, the president of the Senate has taken a hand in several legislative last of which was an I effort to Iron out conflicting views over price control legislation. He Gets Around Wallace has made It his business to know the members of the upper house. There's hardly a day that you can't peek through the door of one of the north wing luncheon rooms and find an amazing assemblage of gentlemen of the Senate. Pro and anti-New Deal senators- all alike find hospitality at the Vice President's table.

And when he does an athletic all-out In the avidly to a study of Senate rules, he has.been caught up by senators' on close parliamentary points. Probably his greatest "faux pas- was failure to be present when the Senate voted on the Chapter Seven "AUTHOR, AUTHOR" "No," said Detective Peterson, "Troy doesn't know anything about it at all. And that's about as far as I've got on this case. Troy was talking to the checkroom girl all during the second act intermission. I checked on him as soon as I saw him in your apartment this morning." Jeff's mouth fell open.

"Checked up on me? Why?" "Because," Peterson said, "you look like the type that would poison a girl." Jeff stared at him speechless and then at the rest of us for reassurance. We couldn't help laughing and it felt good to laugh. At the wall mirror Jeff inspected his face minutely, as though he had never noticed it before. He rubbed his chin. "It's because I need a shave.

I always look like the killer when I need a shave." His confidence in himself seemed to have been restored. "Peterson," Bow.rs said, "what is this Lee Gray business about?" The detective smoothed open the paper that he still held in his hand. "We found this note in Carol Blanton's purse. It seems to be a warning. It says: "Meet me in front of the Broadhurst.

I have got to see you right after the play. I can't tell you in a note what this It's signed Lee Gray. This Lee Gray might have known what was in store for Miss Blanton and this note might be meant for a warning. And then again it mightn't be. But I think it ic." I said sweetly: "Wouldn't it be a good idea to ask Carol who Lee Gray is? After all, it was sent to her; she's the one who's likely to know." "I'm going to ask her, Miss Rogers.

Just as soon as she's able to answer." We all turned at the creaking of the door. The man who stood there seemed to the tallest man I'd ever seen. His parents, I thought inanely, must have been Basil Rathbono and a skyscraper. Perhaps it was partly because he was thin and long-necked and held his head BO unbelievably high that he seemed to towering. He had brown hair and heavy-lidded were speckled colored, the way the detective at him then I could tell he wouldn't be inviting him out for Sunday dinner.

were beginning to shuttle between them. Id like you to 8 tay in New York until we get this business straightened out, Morris." "Sorry. I have other plans?" "What other plans?" Morris stood up. "I asked rude questions policemen." "What other plans?" not be by stupid SERIAL Man About Manhattan Checking Through The MaU Bag By GEOKGE TDCKBB NEW is the day we pad about the house In grass slippers, answer letters, look at new books, listen to the ball game, and relax Well leap right In by acknowledging receipt of a bag of file from the Woodhill Crafts of Wake- take a little cakenne, a little pars- new, You know what file is? You make gumbo with chicken There's a receipe for the a new to he has song that just won't permit him to sleep at nights "Under Blue Canadian if a said to be the first time the word 'Canada' has appeared In a song title Mr. you're not trying to connect Mr.

Morris in way with what happened here last night? He only arrived in New York late yesterday after- twcen them. I gumbo, too, and It looks tempting. noon. at was ln le of time." had absolutely nothing to with this production. He's never seen Miss Blanton, nor any of the people connected with Apples, for that matter be- rrtn A i UC fore last night Isn't that right? SSUre Morris sald in voice, "that if I had, my take a little file and a little garlic and a little take a little cayenne, a little parsley and tomatoes, a little bag leaf a little Then you get your- elf chicke go to it Now if I had a Herb Yahraes of the newspaper PM.

vacationing in New Orleans, sends in post "From the play should have been very dif- ferently ast. Am I suspected of having poisoned this Mis Blanton? Bowers interrupted quicklv "Of course not, Mr. It's merely. police routine more or less. Mr.

Peters6n has already established the fact that the poisoning was done a mem- our company and not by That's so, isn't it, Peterson nodded. "Right" He smiled complacently at our playwright "However, Mr. Morris is Der of Mr. Peterson?" aon-favored government buying 7, and Argentine beef. The vote was a tie.

The Vice President could have thrown his one vote (usable only in case of a tie, and then only in the affirmative) Into the administration hopper. But Wallace wasn't here. The matter was ironed out later to the administration's satisfaction but if it hadn't been, the Vice. Pres.dent would certainly have lowered his political grades He probably yet may develop into the administration's "goodwill" traveling ambassador, but what is a good deal more important, at the moment, is that he haa Impressed the Senate-Impressed it not only because the latch-string ia always out for him at the White but because he's a pretty good guy to have around the Senate no matter whether he has you 40-15 on the tennis court; or with your noggin under the gavel to him. The smile him any prettier, chair I ciga- on the floor.

Senate gym or on courts, he's the saroe the tennis good sport with political opponents that he is when with those who Invariably bat out administrative home runs When there's nothing doing in the Senate, Wallace often relinquishes his gavel, to the floor, and chats with senators present until the chamber has finished its idling along on minor legislation. Un)ike his predecessor, John Nance Garner, Wallace is considered a spokesman for the White House, but there has yet to be the first occasion when informs the senators how the President would like to see them vote. When Wallace took office, there was much reported about his becoming a "good-will ambassador" to the nations of Latin America. If this hasn't developed yet, don't think the boys were wrong. Close of Wallace report now that he is aching to get away for a tour of the countries south of the Rio Grande.

Vital legislative matters may make that impossible, but even now he has his maps out a quick vacation to Mexico. Missed The Beef Vote As presiding officer of the Senate, Wallace has made his mistakes. Several times, in spite of the fact that he applied himself States. Flashes Of Life- By The Associated Press Yoo-Hoo, Frances! FORT JACKSON, S. dozen-odd members of Tennessee's 117th infantry are asking the question: Who's Prances? Post cards have been dally from Elizabethton, Tenn addressed to members of the first battajion.

AH conclude with this bit of "With Love Frnn ces." But who's Frances? No one seemed to know. Bargain, Anyway OKLAHOMA p. Smel ser thought he had a bargain when he bought a piece of land at a tax sale for $49. But he wants his money back It was under a church, not subject to taxes. WENATCHEE, truck turned over and spilled seven tons of the pavement.

The highway department, resourceful in an emergency thundled out its snow plow and saved the mushy turning into soup under a 90-degree sun. Rearmament Sherman is aiding the defense sold the army her air rifle. The toy gun, which fires BB shot, was purchased by the 124th Illinois field artillery at Camp Forrest, for $1. Miss Sherman said a captain told her it was needed to chase razorback hogs and cows from in front of tanks as they maneuver over mountain roads. Alaska has produced more than 1750,000,000 worth of minerals since it was acquired by the United I heard Clint Bowers say, "It's Mr.

Morris, isn't it?" and I felt a nervous, little tingle that was quickly followed by a surge of disappointment. So this was our author. This was England's pet playwright. I hadn't expected him to look like that. He smiled with an obviously forced politeness as Bowers introduced us all didn't make Bowers ushered him into and held out a chormlum rette box.

Taking a cigarette, Morris glanced at the brand and pointedly replaced it. His eyes roved the room and stopped at the detective. "Mr. Peterson!" Somehow managed even when he sat, to give the impression of looking down on the people standing around him. "Peterson of the police.

It was you who shattered my ears with a telephone call at ten this morning." Peterson nodded. "Thanks for getting here." "I was coming regardless of your request. It's a coincidence, I assure you. Now what is this about someone being poisoned? Someone besides the entire audience, I mean?" We sat in startled silence. Phoebe turned sharply, her eyes blazing, to stare at him.

Even Peterson was stopped by the colossal, rudeness of this man who sat smiling, apparently oblivious of the shrapnel he had burst at us. In a voice not quite level, Bowers said, "Carol Blanton was poisoned last night on the stage. There was morphine in the glass she drank from." "Blanton? Which one was that?" "The little girl who played Dlna." The Great Man A shade of something that might have been annoyance swept over hla face. "That's really too bad. She seemed to have some idea of what my play was about" Peterson had had enough of that.

He stood in front'of Morris and, with both hands in his pockets, seemed to point a shaking finger in his face. "Who Lee Gray?" Morris lit a cigarette that he extracted from his pocket and smiled through a cloud of smoke. "I see. The direct method. Well, Lee Gray, that the name? Sorry.

Mr. Peterson, I've never heard of her." We could hear Phoebe catch her breath. "Of her! Of her, did you say? Is Lee Gray Peterson was eyeing Morris curiously. "Yes. It's a woman.

The handwriting Is definitely feminine. How did you know, Mr. Morris, that Lee Gray was a woman?" Morris was annoyed, my pronouns at random, Mr. Peterson. Ths name is a very common female name in England.

So common that I shouldn't think of knowing anyone by that name "Is this your rirat visit to America? "Are there here twice?" Ing him in the company. He knew this play as well as anyone in the company. We know that it was possible for him to hate beTn backstage during that intermission I'm afraid, Mr. Morris, that right now you are as much a sus- sta' any ne Who bej back- Morris seemed thorousrh.lv d. "Really, Officer, the only Which ln tereste a-mused.

se the theater. And the poisoning of one ingenue wouldn't help the American theater much "Apparently you didn't care for Pr dution Clint Bowers The deep hurt stood out his face and cut through his rather Bower on voice. reviews." raves for his direction!" Phoebe stanchly, but her lips at the corners. "Oh, was it directed?" Carol Again Hate flared in Phoebe her face went white. i a she had been toying Continued On Page 11 pencil town of Lyle Saxon, shrimp.

Arnaud's, the Blue Room, hard shell crabs, and beer along the lakfe greetings." This started out to be a quiet day at home but It Is rapidly turning' into a field day for Here is a note from Bert Hickman of Baton Rouge, who chides me for being landlubberish and unnautical in references to the a column we said something about tramp steamers making ten knots an "For your information," writes Mr. Hickman, and rightly, "vessels make do not make knots per Sec'y Knox happened to read that column he probably wouldn't want me In the navy. While still In the Deep South, let's hop over to Gulfport, Miss and thank Mrs. D. J.

Williams for a copy of the "Mississippi Gulf Coast," another member of the American Guide Williams is president of the Woman's Club of Gulfport, which sponsored the guide Here is the story in word and picture of the old Mississippi coast, with its "moss-hung kingdom's" its lighthouses, plantations, magnolias, and as it was in the sixteen hundreds, and just as it is in 1941 It does seem at times that one just can't make any kind of slip without being caught up. Recently we wrote about the passage concerning the beautiful rivers in one of Thomas Wolfe's novels. "You can read it today," we said, in "Look Homeward Now comes a quiet note from J. Kelly of Winona, "I don't wish to contradict but isn't the passage you referred to in Wolfe's 'Of Time and the on page is, and we bow. i Harry Link, general manager for Leo Feist, song publishers, tlme Harry believes a nation's songs tell more of a people than how they wiggle their toes.

Andy Anderson, old North Carolina boy, old Associated Press boy thrlller he wrote One Kill sends greetings from 11 game I mentioned awhile back has been called off Wet grounds Abe Feldstein of Puerto Rico is suddenly and unexpectedly on the "I'll be out," he Maybe it's just as well that game was called is a troubadour, and strums that Spanish bails and strikes seem unimportant. wire says. Abe when he SUNDAY, JULY 27, 1941 Hollywood Sights and Old Welsh Songs Plentiful In 'How Green Was My Valley' By BOBBIN COONS rolling hills around Calabasas echo sweet music these summer days, the sweet songs of Wales that will be most of the musical score of "How Green Was My Valley." These Welsh are natural musicians. A breeze can't pass through the Mg oak in the churchyard overlooking the village and the grim colliery before some group of men and women has taken up the refrain In Impromptu chorus. There are gay songs, stirring lusty spngs, and lonely, yearning songs.

You've heard of people who'd rather sing than eat. I believe these would. Around the board-tables of the big location tent, many a box-lunch was left half-filled be- The Thrill That Comes Once In A Lifetime old songs, began humming and others would join In. They aren't picture people. They're members of a Welsh church in Los Angeles, employed special dispensation of the Screen Actors Guild because Welsh actors and singers don't grow wild Jn the this one picture.

Tudor the Welsh concert singer, is leading them and playing a part Director John Ford, who speaks Gaelic but not Welsh, is all for retting the singers carry the musical background. "I suppose they'll ring in a symphony orchestra or two on me when I'm not looking" he admitted, "but if I have my way I'll keep the instruments to a minimum." John Ford is very happy about his singers and actors. Not only can they sing but they have "wonderful" interesting, right out of Richard Llewellyn's book about the' havoo wrought by coal upon a verdant valley. Richard Day, the art director, has re-created the village life-size eight scrubbed-stone houses beside the steep road climbing to the colliery with its noise and smoke and grime; the village's heart, with its directional signs bearing strange names in Welsh, and the tavern of the Three Bells; the stores and shops, and the church under the oak on the knoll, with its mossy gravestones bearing good Welsh' names and ancient dates. It's down a steep road past their neat houses that the march, singing, and It's there, in the stone house at the foot that housewives Maureen O'Hara and Anna Lee live and pursue the perpetual scrubbing and washing that thwarts the coal-dust and keeps their starched white gleaming white.

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