Kossuth County Advance from Algona, Iowa on September 21, 1944 · Page 5
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Algona, Iowa
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Thursday, September 21, 1944
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(JD1TQRIAL PAGE K000ttib SVimmice BNTBRBD AS SECOND CLASS MATTER D&- CKMBSR 31, IMS, at the postofflce at Algona, Io»'«, under the Act of March 2; 1S79.' TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION i—To Kossuth county postofflces and bordering postofflces at Armstrong, Bode, Brltt, Buffalo Center, Cor with, Cylinder, F.lmore, Hardy, Hutching, Llvennore, Ottosen, Rake, 'Rlngstedj Rodman, S 111 s o n , West 'Bend, and Woden) year _...„_ 12.60 I— Advance and Upper Des Moines both to same address at any postofflce In Kossuth county or any neighboring postofflce named In No. 1, year ;4.00 J—Advance alone to all other postofflces year $3.00 4—Advance and Upper .Des Moines both to same address at all pustofflces not excepted In No. 1, year $5.09 rttiVerttHing Rate: 43o. per column inch. All advertising subject to publishers' approval. HODGEPODGE Webster—A stew of various Ingredients; a mixture. Who Pays for the Social Security Pensions? Often someone indignantly says in a conversation about unemployment and social security benefits: "Pension! It isn't a pension. The employe pays for it himself. It doesn't cost the taxpayers a cent." Sometimes there isn't any use to explain to that person because his notion is fixed and permanent. Often he would think a republican was purposely falsifying the matter. Here, however, is a copy of a statement from the September, 1944, International Teamster, a union labor publication which endorses Franklin D. Roosevelt to the limit. The Teamster, telling the story of the "Millionth Family Aided by New Deal," says: "John Robert Thompson, recording secretary of Local No. 218, International Holders and Foundry Workers Union of Cleveland, Ohio, died in June. Under the Hoover system of "free enterprise" Mrs. Thompson could have taken in washing. She could have put the children in an orphanage or let them run wild . . . Under the Roosevelt administration, however, she and her children are protected. She will receive monthly checks (from Washington) for S58.49. Of this. $25.07 is for herself and $16.71 each for the children—until the children are 18 years of age. "Thompson had been paying social security premiums for more than seven years. The money was taken out of his pay . . . Altogether Thompson paid in $145. And for that S145 his family will receive $11,271—by the time his youngest child is 18." Well, there it is—a specific case direct from headquarters. This is not an argument against the value of social security. Rather it is intended as information for those who insist that the employe pays for it. In fact the employer also pays part of it but in reality almost $11.000 of the payments to be made to Mrs. Thompson and her children come from taxpayers, many thousands of whom are not themselves granted the benefit of Social Security.—North wood Anchor. The foregoing is from Editor E. K.'-Pitman's Northwood Anchor. Mr. Pitman is one of Iowa's top weekly newspaper editorial writers. The International Teamster comment which Mr. Pitman cites is typical campaign stuff. Unionism in politics has adopted all of the worst features of the regular school of party-supported political dope-writers. These dope-writers descend to everything but plain lying. They distort or conceal facts; they seek by innuendo or omission of facts to influence voters—even their own voters. They laud their own candidate as a man without blemish—sans peur et sans re- proche—and cry down the opposing candidate as a man without principle and unworthy. In this Teamster case there is the perfect example: Not one word of credit to employers who pay into the social security fund exactly what the employes do; not one word of credit to John Q. Citizen, who also pays and pays, though he, poor devil, is unprotected. On the contrary you have an example of what amounts to plain lying. Witness: "Thompson had been paying social security premiums for seven years. The money was taken out of hi s pay." This is as much as to say in so many words that Thompson alone provided for the pension for his widow and children. You have precisely the same distortion of facts and what amounts to tricky innuendo and falsehood—known by the writers and the union officials responsible for them to be distorted and false—in the weekly letter which the CIO Political Action committee is broadcasting to its CIO members, to editors, and to hundreds of thousands of other voters throughout the country. You have only to take last week's Political Action committee letter as an example of this. In this letter the committee seeks to damn Dewey with isolationism, and so quotes his utterances of three pr four years ago when American sentiment was against entering the war. Of course not one word to admit that at the same time Roosevelt was promising all American parents that their sons would not again be sent out of the country to fight and die in foreign wars! the attention of the Advance after the present series of.editorials was begun. The Post writer is one Louis Waldman, who, the Post said, is himself of union record and sympathy. He was formerly a union laboring man, took part in strikes, later championed labor interests in the New York legislature, and today, as a lawyer, represents certain unions of both the CIO and the A- F. of L. This identification of Mr. Waldman, together with the fact that a national magazine of distinguished reputation would scarcely publish anything of a political nature which had no reputable standing .behind it, make particularly significant this paragraph from the Waldman article: Between now and November seventh, it will become clear to American voters that PAC [short for the CIO Political Action Committee] is seriously engaged in power- politics; that its purpose is nothing less than the creation of a nationwide political machine as powerful as Tammany Hall in its ' was so topsy turvcy now, just like Alice in heydey . . . And behind the cautious phrases ] Wonderland. Everything now seemed so The following is a reprint from a column in 1941. It has been suggested ttiat' 1 some Hodgepodge columns of'former years' be reprinted. Because of a lack of time to : 'prepare this week's column this then is the first of the reprints. A MEDAL FOR DADDY JUST A PICTURE in a newspaper — a picture of a little girl, maybe six years old, sober-faced, coat tightly buttoned, very correct, with a medal pinned on the left! Another Chicago Market Trip By T. H. Chrischilles. ' 4 MUMMIE FUSSED so, she thought as she stood quietly while the dress was being pin- nnd here and there.' It was rather tedious this standing around, but then everything of Mr. Hillman and his able lieutenants is the firm determination of PAC and the New Deal to capture the democratic party. The Advance cannot undertake to give even a summary of the long Post article, but here is another significant excerpt: Whether PAC is a promise or a menace, it should be known for what it is—a big, aggressive, well financed political organization backed by powerful unions and officered by competent leaders to whom political "education" and maneuvering have become second nature These skilled, shrewd, determined trade-union politicians arc seeking to make all CIO members, and as many members of the American Federation of Labor and the railroad brotherhoods as possible, cogs in a national political machine such as Samuel Gompers never dreamed of. Much more to the same effect and in proof of the statement last week that the 'CIO is out to capture the democratic party. "The democratic party," says Mr. Waldman, is the CIO'S "intended prize" in this campaign. Will There Be Any V-Day to Celebrate? In his column in Newsweek. Ernest K. Lindley, well known Washington columnist for the D. M. Register and many other daily newspapers, writes that well informed persons at Washington hope for the German war's end within a few weeks, but it is only a hope which may or may not be realized, nothing more. What the desperate Hitler and his aides are up to is an effort to keep up a threat of the war going over the winter. They know well that they are licked, but they hope for more favorable terms than unconditional surrender, if they can force the Allied Nations to face winter weather. Probably also the German leaders particularly seek safety for their own hides. Monday's news put some of the Anglo- American forces up against the Rhine. This comment is written on the same day. The Rhine is the storied German defense point. What it must mean for Germans is expressed in the stirring Wacht Am Rhein! "Zum Rhein!" "Zum Rhein!" has for Germans been the impassioned sort of call to duty that makes men careless of life in defense against invasion. In all musical history there in no more powerful song. So at the Rhine the Allies face their biggest test in the German war, provided that the Germans have anywhere near the necessary forces left to fight the invaders. The next week or so will show whether they have. If they have not, then the Allies will do another break-through, and Germany will fall. But at that there may never be any unconditional surrender, for there may be no one left in Germany with the authority to surrender. The Allies may have merely to take possession, meanwhile fighting it out with guerilla bands of fanatical Nasis possessed of the Jap suicide defense ideology. But if no formal surrender, what of all these confident English and America V-Day preparations? Will the CIO Capture the Democratic Party? No doubt many readers of these columns, particularly democratic readers, considered far-fetched the editorial last week suggesting that the CIO leadership is out to capture the democratic party. Well, if far-fetched, the Advance is not without distinguished support of the charge in question. And, for that matter, the logical conclusion on CIO political intentions in that connection has been emphasJ2ed in public comment by recognized political authorities ever since the democratic national convention. The "distinguished support," however, is nn article entitled "Will the CIO Capture the Democratic Party?" in the Saturday Post for AOgu-st Secrecy as Regards the Prisoner Camps Prom the Emmetsburg Democrat. Too often, since the war, newspapers have been asked not to print what some speaker is saying to a public or semi-public assembly. This happened at the Rotary luncheon in Emmetsburg last week when the commanding officer of the prisoner of War camp at Algona requested, before speaking, that nope of what he was about to say should be printed. The lieutenant colonel had a pleasing personality and he spoke with disarming frankness of some of Ihe things going on in the prison camp. We felt, after his request, that we would be breaking some sort of confidence if we reported what he said and so no report of it appeared in last week's Democrat. But such requests, when they come from any speaker talking on a public or semi-public platform, irk any newspaper man. The twenty or more Rotarians who heard the lieutenant colonel's talk were not asked to keep tight lips on what they heard. We would guess nearly every one of them repeated the highlights of the officer's address over the dinner table at home that evening. We know we did. And most of them would find what the lieutenant colonel said sufficiently interesting to be repeated to a friend or two in the course of a visit on the street. As tfie lieutenant colonel remarked, what he said would make interesting reading, and it would, although spme of the information he divulged was already generally known. We are not blaming the speaker for his request, which the army probably expects of him. But ii' information of that kind is not for an 'entire community we cannot see why This came, to J f jf. pr ° per f ° r "Determined segment queer or different. SHE WONDERED whether the Queen of Hearts would be at the big party, .and then giggled a little at the thought, subsiding immediately at the demand to stand quiet. This was to be a different party, So Mummie had said. The king himself was going to give her a medal for her Daddy. Mu'm- mie had cried when the pretty letter with the crown on it had come. FUNNY THIS BUSINESS about Daddies. Some children still had their Daddies, some all the time, and some just once in a while when he would come home, and grab them and hug them and talk to them just like her Daddy used to do. TAKE THE LITTLE GIRL down the street. Her Daddy had come back and they had a great big funeral for him' and her Daddy lay in the pretty box with all the flowers on it, and there were a lot of carriages and people. The people came all right for her Daddy too, but -there was no Daddy, and no box. The people just seemed to sit around, and after a while one of the men made a talk, and then they went away and Mummie cried. IT WAS JUST LIKE the night the man in uniform came. Mummie had cried that night too, and had told her that Daddy would not be coming back any more and when she asked "not any more?" Mummie had cried so. And that night Mummie had got in bed with her after she had gone almost to sleep and had hugged her close and cried. IT WAS NOT right that they couldn't bring Daddy back to her, even just for a funeral because she wanted to see her Daddy again. But the man had said something about enermy territory and that he would never be back. MUMMIE WORKED on the dress and the other women worked on the coat, and pretty soon just as she was getting awfully tired they seemed to think the outfit was done. MUMMIE TOOK her upstairs and she -Uyverecljn the_.ba.th.. fpr....the water never seemed warm any more, but she 'felt' : better when Mummie brought out her best silk panties that were saved only for special occasions and she warmed .as Mummie brushed and brushed her hair and she felt real good when she was dressed. Mummie looked worried and she dressed herself quickly in her Sunday best with her black dress. Mummie looked pretty but so terribly old and her face seemed so white again like it was' when the man came about Daddy. THERE WAS A CAR at the door, a nice big car with a man in uniform driving it and a man with shining medals on his coat in the car and he helped Mummie into the car and she sat between Mummie and the man with the medals as they drove to the big city. THE CAR CAME around a corner and she could see the big gates and the car stopped and the man with the medals got out and helped Mummie and her out. Soldiers with big funny hats on with red uniforms stuck their guns out in front of them as she and the man with the medals and Mummie came up. The gates were open and many many people were on both sides of the walk. MUMMIE STOPPED and stooped down and brushed her hair back where the one strand had got away from the hat and she straightened the coat and dress and Mummie seemed about to cry again but didn't. And Mummie told her she was to curtsv nicely when the king gave her the meda'l and she knew how to do it and practiced once. SOBERLY SHE walked between Mummie and the man with the medals down the walk between all the people, and she wondered why some of the women seemed to be crying and did they have little girls who had lost their Daddy too. And the people seemed KO quiet like they were when they came for Daddy's funeral when Daddy wasn't there and they seemed not to look at them but right ahead of them as they walked along. AND SHE GOT a little scared as they turned up another walk and saw ahead the kind and the queen and a lot of soldiers with medals who seemed to be waiting for them and Mummie pressed her hand and looked down and she smiled a little smile back to show she wasn't scared at all. AND THEY GOT real close and the man with the medals brought his hand to his cap and Mummie curtsied and so' she djd too, and then the man with the medals was talking about her Daddy who had died in defense of his country on enemy territory and she tried to catch it all but ft came so fagi she could hardly understand. AND THE KING came forward toward her and she wanted to run but something was the matter with her legs and she couldn't move and the king kind of sat down op his heels like her Daddy used to do an'qj asked her name and lots of things and tie talked real nice and he seemed like a Daddy would seem if she had been some other little girl. And he had a nice smile and then lie said she was to have a medal for her Daddy to keep for him and the king turne$ t) a man and from a cushion took a pretty medal and pinned it on her coat and then he bent down and kissed her a little on orrt cheek and then he stepped back r arid hi? hand went up to his cap and tha band began to play and she thought she JPHSt' wear it right like her Daddy would want' and she straightened as tall as she coujd till the bang stnmiori " stopped. -D. E. D. By T. H. Chrischilles. ANOTHER MAHKEt tftl*>— For'awhile it looked like things had eased up in the Great Central Market of Chicago last week. Out at the juncture of Clark and Lawrence str.eets (48 blocks north of the Loop) there's an old cemetery enclosed by an 8-fo'ot solid'stone wall.' In the shadow of this wall, at ,thespot where folks wait for street cars, some enterpr.ising business man has now placed two penny peanut vending machines. In past years there had always been a huge flock of eager and friendly pigeons at this popular point. They, fluttered around Diie's head and feet like bees. This time', However, the place was deserted. Puzzle of the Pigeons. But as I waited for my street :ar, I glanced up at an apartment Building across the way, and lo, .here were the pigeons—sedately ined up on the cornice and quiet- y appraising the situation. As long as I remained motionless, the alert birds just Sat, but when' I stepped oVer'lo one of the .machines' and deposited iny coin, they swooped down en masse. I wondered, as I stood there, a solitary human spectator to this little drama, if-perchance this was an omen that the big rush lad reached a climax in Chicago, and that human beings also had settled down to a walk again. Hotels Still Crowded. True, in place of the former .hree or four ticket windows at tjie Union Station there are now literally dozens—for speeding up solution of the " transportation tangle!' But I soon found that iptel accommodations were as difficult to obtain as ever, and that even the new "three o'clock checking-out" rule seemed to have made little difference in the acute situation. Still hundreds of buyers have to scurry around for rooms, and confirmation notices are worthless—"first come, first served" is the rule. Long Queues at Cafeterias. Nevertheless the "atmosphere" das improved in the hpstelries. Smart, attractive young' women are now running the elevators in place of janitors, stevedors, and a mptly aggregation of other handymen and women who did the job a few months' ago. The waiting line in front of the Forum cafeteria seems ' to 'grow with each succeeding trip. Now it stretches almost a full block east and west. Doctors tell us we should eat less but more often, arid Chicago is an ideal place to form the habit. I overslept one morning;; ; <tnd:!!.w.asi apprised i jto find the service much 'improved at 9:30 a. m. By lunching at 11:45 and taking an "in-between" sandwich at 5 p. m. the eating problem can be vastly simplified. Maybe folks are getting used to it—or are slowing down. What-, ever it is, the'situation is improving. And Women's Hats! And' now, having disposed of major problems, there is' always the matter of hats. A few years ago I made bold to cast some disparaging remarks at the "chapeaus"'the fair sex wear in Chicago. Today the situation is worse—in fact, definitely out of control. Candidly, I'd say that fully 75 per cent of the hats worn in the Windy City by both buyers and residents wouldn't even be shown by any self-respecting retailer in Algona. And thatls no reflection on our little city. To put it bluntly, Chicago hats are simply "gosh-awful." Something will have to be done about it. They're Better in Algona. This fall milady's bonnet is a cross between a Turkish Fez and a dead sparrow; there are feather hats and just bunches of feathers; there is a coolie flat-top and a Rembrandt curve-dip; there is the Chetnik, the pill-box, the Bernadette, and the Clocke. And everything between from a single rose to a hunk of felt. It isn't that the millinery is unbecoming or unwearable—it's just the lack of taste and adaptability of the individual buyer. If there is one thing that distinguishes between an Algona and a Chicago woman, 'it's the hat, in my humble opinion, and the odds are all in favor of Algona. The Outlook for Business. I haven't fiilly decided who is the more confused' about •: this mid-season market week — the manufacturer or the merchant There isn't really much excuse for a September show, in view ol the fact that the regular fall market week was held in May, and the early spring market is scheduled for October. But everyone is well pleased with results none- the-less and regardless of the fact that merchandise is extremely scarce. Nothing particularly new is being offered, and" merchants are still receiving gpb'ds purchased months ago. It is Still top e'arly for predictions oh -fall volume, but everypng' is'optimistic. ' Just why' the.re' should be an increased number of "market weeks," when transportation and hotel facilities are already strajned, seems a little difficult to Answer' but when I'posed the to one of the manufac- turers, he said, "It's easier foi 4 merchants to come to one central point than for hundreds of salesmen to call on thousands of scattered merchants." And he added that'business is necessary, while many of the so-called "conventions" were not. • And he's got something 'there. The Aged Lady Buyers. The' sweet' old-lady buyers, bless their souls, who have grown silver-haired in the ready-to- wear business, are still "taking it on the chin." Accustomed to a more leisurely existence, they find the increasing tempo of Chicago life somewhat disconcerting. They forget t° shout out their floors in elevators, so ar.e carried up and down to destinations. They can't quite .decide just what size and color of af particular 'garment to buy, arid while they'are making tip their minds the sales- map is already on a new model. They aren't 'sure whether they SEPT want in the rcsses ?d around this lts a darned got list MS far f? n if "icy'll jusTso Ji more leisurely „ 1"° ^11 Kot plenty 1 n Pl«o to sl t ,.p ' hurry? ' Post-War Low Prices Noi At Your Super-Va!u "•"' ;•• ' • • ^* Jello, asst. flavors, pkg Sflbjar 6! Wheaties 8 oz Golden • CORN SYRUP 5, 32c Ivory SOAP 3$f29c Campbell's TOMATO SOUP 3,,, m Hershey's COCOA.,.. pkg. 4 flf% I U|C fa |I|S. Qj Butternut COFFEE i.,,,.s Mary Stevens SALAD PRESSING & 3 46-oz. GRAPEFRUIT ME 2 HILEX... 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