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August 30, 1952

Northwest Arkansas Times from Fayetteville, Arkansas · Page 4

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AMftm M, 1f$J Ito tijwit Arkanjia 0tmr« AYKrnnuc nmomiT nmuwma COHTMT t 14. im ______ UM port olffc* el rayetutrUle, Art, M aVcand-CUsa Hall Matter. 1 fi MIMBM Of THE ASSOCIATED PXEM · The AseodaUd Preea I* exclusive^ entitled to )h* UM for republlcaUon of all iwws dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited rn toil r and ilu the local news published herein, rights of republicrUon of special db- M herein are also imerved. amacaUFTioM aAra* N! 14 S 1 S SUM 'itu In Wihtauw, aJTAck., M4 Adalr covstt*, ·mtn. M*eur« urn- A*tt atafMH at ChnltMe. ; In the multitude of words there ·th not ifn; but he that refrtineth his lips it wfM.--Proverb* 10:10 (Setrecy Cuts Interest ; ' Then erupted onto page on* of the na- tlon'n newpapers the other diy two stories which never should hive gotten that big a play. The fact that they did ii due to W« thine--secrecy. , In one story the Federal Trade Com- Uniitlnn charged that an international oil t»rtal~f!ve American and two foreign eompanlM-rControJled the amount of production and the prices -of most of the JwH's ofl. - IM the other a Senate subcommittee accused the Army of holding back information on this country's scandalously expensive nlr base program in North Africa. The 189.000-word report on the oil business had originally been labeled secret by the government. Some of It was finally shaken loose after pressure by members of Concress. But a lot was blue-pen- cilled and will forever remain secret as far as the public is concerned. Th* air base story, which has been smoldering and sputtering for some time, nit page one the other day because the (ubcommit^ee said the Army hadn't been tellmg the public everything there wan to know about the fantastic costs of the North African job. If in both caaei--oil and air bases-the public had been kept regularly and · adequately informed of the situation, there wouldn't have been enough news left In the stories to warrant putting them on page one, This secrecy business--as far as the fwivernment h concerned--is not a new thin*, but a growing thing. And it's retting * little frightening. The bureaucrat's dream--a government which can function free from the annoying light of publicity and consequent public reaction-came a bit closer to reality recently when the president, by executive order, extended military security to all federal departments, A certain amount of such security is, of course, necessary, But a blanket arrangement covering all departments can make it awfully touirh for people to find cut what's going on hi Washington, where even expert fact-finders can easily get bogired down. Why farming should be secret Is a little hard to figure, but even the Agriculture Department was recently hauled up for allowing some loan frauds to operate^ Jn its bailiwick. And a department official inad the gall to say it was an administrative matter In which the public was not interested. The public h completely interested in what its government is doing. It's only when government operations are so beclouded by secrecy that people can't make head or tail of them that they're liable to lose interest. Wade Jones In calling each other childish. Mr. Truman and the Legion bigwigs all seem to nave proved their points. Democrat leader says Eisenhower ·ounds. like Dewey. But fortunately for the GOP the general haa no mustache. THE WASHINGTON Merry-Go-Round ·y DKEW KABfON » During his vacation, Drew Pearson Invited several public figures with whom he has taken luue to write guest columns, guaranteeing them complete freedom of expression. One of these was Cov. Fuller Warren of Florida, whom Pearson has criticized for receiving large campaign contributions from members of the gambling fraternity. Pearsow Informed Governor Warren that he would print anything the governor wanted to write In reply to Pearson's criticism, and herewith is offered Warren's guest column. In referring to Pearson ai "colonel," Governor Warren presumably has In mind that on his Inaugural day he appointed Pearson an honorary colonel on his own staff. Tallahassee, Fla.--Col. D. Pearson, the conductor of this coruscating column, has Invited me to fill the space today. I am grateful for his generous invitation. Little can tie said for Colonel Pearson's prowess as a pugilist, but much can be Hid for his capacity as a chronicler. He perhaps has had no peer In the field of English fiction since Chaucer, or maybe since the translator of Grimm's fairy tales., Like all gifted men, Colonel Pearson has a few fallings. Shortly after Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman toured Georgia, a homeless citizen of Atlanta remarked that the general was a great man but a little careless with fire. Something similar could be said about Colonel Pearson. Beyond cavil, he is a clever and cagey writer, but a little careless with facts. President Roosevelt went so far as to say he was a "chronic liar." f can't go quite that far. Colonel Pearton sometimes tells the truth. Occasionally, the truth' creeps Into his widely read column. It may not be Intentional, but it's there. * * * Colonel Pearson usually mangles the fair form of truth when he turns his column Into a vehicle of propaganda lor an aspiring politician --« he frequently does. He also lacerates the beautiful body of truth when he prostitutes his column to character assassination--as he often does. Once Coionel Pearson has fathered a falsehood, he usually remains faithful to it. Many untrue statements In his column have been pointed out to Colonel Pearson, but he rarely has retracted. He does, however, resort to the disarming device of voluntarily correcting trivial . untruths, while sticking loyally by his big lies. It would be Impossible, in the limited space allowed me, to recount all the vast mass of misrepresentation Colonel Pearson has perpetrated on his reeding public. I use the qualifying "read- Ing," because people have been deceived so many times by Colonel Pearson's fairy tales- masquerading as fact--that they have quit read- Ing him. It Is possible, however to make a rough estimate of Colonel Pearson's total output of prevarication. Although no detailed tabulation has been kept, I estimate that Baron Munchausen's contemporary counterpart has told not less than two dozen lies about me within the past two years. Assuming I have received only my pro ratu share of Baron Pearson's prevarications thl« data may be projected to the conclusion that this modern Munchausen has concocted 24 falsehoods about every person on whom he has unleashed his yelping pack of lies. * * * Projecting this scientific calculation further, it can be estimated that during the past two years it has suited the purposes of Colonel Pearson to smear at least 2,000 persons (this esi tlmate Is almost laughably low). Thus, It math- emetloally follows that Colonel Pearson has manufactured, within the short time of two years, 48,000 units of mendacity. That is mass production on a massive scale! The miracles of Mass producflon achieved by General Motors sink Into insignificance when compared to Colonel Pearson's assembly line assaults on truth. Pearson has a keen and cunning knowledge of libel law. Libel laws of most states are such that a writer of Colonel Pearson's uncanny skill cap smear an innocent person's good reputation end yet escape conviction for defamation. Lefty Grove could not cut the outside corner of the plate with the precision by which Pearson can ruin a reputation and yet not be prosecuted for llbe). With a crafty artificer like Pearson loose In the land, our antiquated libel laws afford little, If any, protection to American citizens. At the apparent behest of his pet candidate for president, on the third day of June, 1»52, Colonel Pearson smeared me In a column containing a curious congeries of almost Incoherent lies. After making a series of untrue accusations against me. Baron Pearson advised the Florida legislature to Incorporate his charges Into articles of Impeachment against me. Pearson concealed from his readers the recorded fact that the Florida House of Representatives already had rejected and refuted his stale accusations by a vote of 78 to 8. One Florida newspaper, which carries his column, apologized for Pearson's nonsensical suggestion by pointing out that he had warmed over some sour and discredited dregs which already had been thrown out by the Florida legislature. * * * Space will not permit a detailed account of his journalistic gibberish, but I will cite two of the monstrosities in this Pcarsonian piece of prevarication. The Potomac preverlcator, In arl obvious attempt to discredit me to benefit his pet presidential candidate, alleged that under Florida law I swore In an affidavit that contributions to my gubernatorial campaign in 1948 totaled Cmon Now, Big Boy, AUez Oop $8,825.00. In 1846, Florida law did not require that I or any other candidate swear in an:affi- davlt what the total campaign contributions were. In 1048 Florida law merely required a candidate to file a sworn statement showing the amount of campaign expenditures known to him.' Pearson further alleged that section 102.62 of the Florida statutes in 1948 limited the total contributions to a governor campaign to $10,000. This Is another Pearson whopper. Section 102.62 of the Florida statutes at that time did not place any limit whatsoever on the total contributions to a governor's campaign fund. It is not easy to undercantd why Pearson attempted to deceive his readers about the plain provisions of this law which had been on the statute books of Florida for 29 years , * * * Although I have felt constrained to write this column as a sort of clinical contribution to the cause of truth, I want It known that I am not angry .at Colonel Pearson. He seems -to have a certain benevolence · of nature'which makes'it difficult for me to feel harshly toward him because of his frequent defections from fact and his recurring trampllngs upon truth. Furthermore, having actively participated in politics for more than a quarter century, I do not easily become /ndlgnant at an apostle of Ananias Moreover, despite his mounting mass of mendacity, Colonel Pearson does some good. On rare occasions truth creeps into his column. When it does, sometimes the public weal is served. Even If I could I would not silence Pearson I would, however, like to see the fearless fic- tioner strike a better balance between fSct and falsehood--say, 50-50. That would be a great gain for truth. * Bennett Cerf A lone diner on the Santa Fe Chief was handed a check for three dollars and ninety cents, and *, Edno c. Rafcin, nn^uu j«*i be. *--·«"--. By Jimmy Hado O COOLD CATCH THAT IF -WO HUSTLE OR WHISTLE BUT M3U PI6URE- WMV RUSM rtL SET THE NEXT OWE DMT COHfS I VII "VINCENT will be here about ' * o'clock, Louise. I told hii I'we'd have d i n n e r about tha time." Harry Wetton was address ing his wife. ·Yes, I'll be ready. But it seem strange, Harry, that you shoul have had a cousin all these year and never mentioned him," Louis Mid. "I've not seen him since we wer boys. He went to Paris and never expected to see him again I really had forgotten all abou ilm." ·But how did he come to go t Paris?" "It happened that we were boll orphaned at 15. Uncle Daniel took us In, one after the other, am brought us up and supervised ou education. When we finished th course at the Academy, he gav us our choice of going on with ou duration or starting in business Vincent said he wanted to stud' art and I decided to go Into bust ie«s. Uncle Daniel «cnt him ti, ·arls and got me well started In n office. V i n c e n t never came back." 'I ^ wonder why he's coming ,"He dldnt aay. He'll probably eu us tonight. Give him a gooc dinner anyway." toulae thought about Vincent all ay, thrilled at the Idea of meeting man who must certainly be n- hUUcaled after so many yean In arls. She wondered about Vlnceni's jappeirance. Would he be hand ·erne? Would he wear a beret? , She dressed with care In her best party dresi. She looked In the nlrror anxiously to aee the final viult and laughed at herself for rorrylng. "Anybody'd think you wen a Irl dreaalng for beV em kail, In- lead of being an oh) womia, mtr. Ikejaan .awjMaili saucy toss and added, "Well, must say, my dear, you don't look your age." She was b u s y in the kitchen when the doorbell rang at 6 o'clock Eleanor went to the door and soon ran down to tell her that Vincent Weston wu in the parlor. T OUISE threw off her apron and cast a hasty glance at herself In the mirror over the dining room mantel. She had felt all day that this visit was important-Mhat It would open to her an avenue of escape. She was wide-eyed and expectant u she e n t e r e d the parlor. She immediately felt a (hock of disappointment. Her cousin-in-law was not tall and handsome but decidedly stubby. He was staring up at her mother's p o r t r a i t and turned on her rather fiercely. "They're all wrong, thet* shadows. Th* flesh tints are good- very good. The background--a ittle too flat There's power her*, t should never have been left unfinished." "It wu my flnt portrait. I was working on It just before my mar- iage. I never was able to do any more to It after that." "You must learn to draw," cent aald brutkly. our shadows." Vln- ."And study "I'm afraid HI never do any more painting," Louise said tor- owfully. Vincent grunted. "1 suppose :ou»in Harry's just the same as e used to be. No Imagination, rhjr did jrou ever m a r r y MmT ou didn't need to marry when ou could paint like that." "Well, 1 suppose every woman wants lo many," MM Louise, feeling the weakness of her argument. Vincent g r u n t e d again and ·tared at a*r disconcertingly. She as relieved to hear Harry's key the door and called hlat IB. At AIM Uulea was atraM that during, the dinner Vincent would bring up the subject of art In general and of her painting in particular, but apparently he knew his cousin In spite of many years' separation. He s p o k e of Paris with a brittle humor that fascinated the young people and caused Louise no embarrassment whatever. Harry, coming home at 6 oiclock the next evening, was surprised and startled to find Eleanor presiding over the kitchen. "Mother? Oh, she went out with Uncle Vincent. We were so surprised when he appeared at about 2 o'clock." 'And where did they go?" asked her father without enthusiasm. "Why, it seems that Uncle Vincent has a picture iq some museum in New York--a gallery he :alied it He was anxious to have Mother see It She didn't want to go at first, but I told her I could start the dinner. I knew the wu really dying to go." 'THEY had nearly finished dinner when Louise came in with ftncent Harry was not a bit happy. He had found a dinner alone with his children quit* an ordeal. It was the first time that uch a situation had arisen. The children had treated him like an honored guest, with the aloof courtesy they would reserve for trangera. He was feeling much abused when Louise entered, flowing and joyous. "Well, Eleanor, deaf," aha said, Ignoring her husband, "did you save anything for us? We're a little late, but I knew ypu'd get along all right." She turned to smile sweetly it Harry's unhappy face. "We had tea In .such a wonderful place. I hope Vincent stays i long time. He'i promised to show me all around New York." Eleanor hurried In with plates of hot soup, and Harry did not need to make any comment Louise knew that to pleas* Harry ah* should have com* la like a culprit, full of apologies. But the Had had a new wptrltne* that had thrlUed her, excited ner-beit of all, 'had nttoNtf her self- · respect Vincent kad atom) h*r delicately but unmistakably that he found her eMrabl*. ITa ·* Csataiaii) . ' ···«·· 1BIJSM|J|*M*MM*B-.*fci*.** Boyle's Column ·7 BAL BOTLI Hometown, U. 8, A.-/P)-The i replied Wilbur stoutly. «ty likes Peebles, like many «n American to pUn hi* campaigns ioetead of going oft half-cocked. Wfcen he really hiti the DemocrtU it'll be another Normandy landing." family today, ire * houie divided Wilbur, the country's most aver ate citizen and his wife, Trelli Mae, used to quarrel over only one thing--her ambition tp own a mink coat. But that wai before Wilbur went to the Republican convention and . came home in favor of General Elsenhower, and Trelli: Mae attended" the Democratic convention and returned an ardent booster for Governor Stevnson. Now they are separated by a new yawning chasm--party politics. gave the waiter a five-dollar bill. The waiter put a dollar and a dime on the silver tray. The diner wrestled with the problem, then grunted angrily, and abruptly stuffed the dollar into his pocket. To his surprise, the waiter grinned broadly. "That's quite all right sir," he said "I just gambled and lost." * * * Jock McGregor made the front-page again. He refused a raise in his pay of thirty dollars a week because he was afraid that if illness forced him to take a day off, he'd lose too much money. * * * A senator in Washington, dismayed by tales of waste in the armed forces, proposed a series · of six one-hour lectures on economy for every soldier, sailor, and marine in uniform. He was dissuaded from pushing the motion by a statistician who proved that the lectures he proposed would cost seven million dollars. * * * . Painting Is the favorite diversion of Prime . Minister* Winston Churchill. His canvases have 'become So-tif8fe*ssIdriaT, Ih fact, that several have been hung in galleries though his name was not attached to give them priority. The easiest way to flatter him is to praise his paintings--if he's convinced the flattery is sincere. "It's a delightful amusement, this spreading paint on a can- vas.f he admitted, "and at any rate harmful to neither man nor beast. Personally, I prefer bright colors. 1 rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. When I get to Heaven I mean to spend a considerable portion of my first million years in painting, anS so gel to the bottom of the subject." + * * John Burrell, rioted Professor of English at Columbia, tells about an elementary school instructress who ignored the signal of a traffic cop. Catching up with her at the next red light he demanded, "Don't you know what I mean when I hold up my hand?" "I ought to," she informed him tartly. "I've been a schoolteacher Jong enough." Wilbur awoke the other morning in a cramped position on the living room sofa, to' which he had reen exiled by Trellis Mae after he referred slightingly to Stevenson as "a Truman in short pants." His wife, her hair still in metal curlers, sat in his favorite chair studying the newspaper. "H o w about some breakfast, loney?" said Wilbur. "I'm starv- ng." "Make it yourself, you Republican--you beljeve in individual enterprise," replied Trellis M a e . "And don't burn the toast. I have to catch up on the political news." Wilbur meekly got up, showered, shaved, dressed, and fixed breakfast Jor two. Trellis Mae joined him at the table, put down the newspaper, and said: "Well, he's done it again!" . Her husband went on morosely muching his toast. "I say, he's done it again!" said Trellis Mae more loudly. "Who?" said Wilbur, unable to resist the bait. "As if you didn't know, Ha, ha, ha! Stevenson--of course." "Has he attacked that mess in Washington again?" "Don't be so funny," said Trellis Mae. "He says your pal Ike is up to his knees in a bucket of «ls. Ha, ha, ha! What's the mat- ler with Ike's campaign anyway? and trudg It's stalled." ber-and '*es just getting into gear," way off. ·"All I can say," remarked Trellis Mae, "1» that right now he ii approaching victory with the speed of erosion." 'I really don't understand you," said Wilbur, trying dignity. "Your father was a Republican, y o u r grandfather wu a Republican, and you were a Republican until Jast month. You don't want to be a turncoat, do you?" "Look who's talking," answered his wife. "Who voted tor XoMt- velt three timei? You! Who Mid when he got out of the Army he'd never vote for a man who wore uniform? You!" "That was before they nominated Ike," said Wilbur. "Can't a man change his mind?" "Can't a woman?" "Sure, but Ike is a new broom, le's got what the country neetji. le is a real man of action. Stevnson is just a phrase-maker. Anybody can make a high-sounding phrase." "Oh, can they," demanded Trelis Mae. "All right, Wilbur. You make one. Right now. Quick." Wilbur stared at her. His mouth opened and closed opened and closed again. "Uh-uh-uh," he spluttered. "Women have no darn business talking politics." . "That isn't a new phrase/' said Trellis Mae. "That is platitude, my love." Wilbur made a final attempt to convert her. "I ask you one thing--just one thing," he said. "What hat Adlai Stevenson got that Ike doesn't have more of?" 'Me!" said Trelia Mae triumphantly. Wilbur looked at his wife, shook his head threw down his napkin, ind trudged off to work: Novem- peace--seemed a long Dorothy Dix Dear Miss Dix: Ten weeks ago my brother's wife had a baby. My brother works hard but when he comes home his wife, who has hat a day of leisure, expects him to make dinner, giving the baby as an excuse. My brother is also working for his Ph. D. and, since he is so worried at home, his marks have been getting lower. How can I tell his wife to organize her home better? I am willing to help her. , CAROL D. Answer: Judging from your 1 writing you are a very young miss and should be highly commended for your, concern over your brother's welfare. Are you sure you are judging the situation fairly? The mother of a 10-week-old baby really doesn't have much time for leisure, although she should be able to prepare dinner for two without much difficulty. I'm sure she would appreciate your offer'of assistance. Why not go over and see what you can do tor her? The experience will be helpful to you, and will aid your brother's family over a period of adjustment to the new baby that is sometimes quite difficult. An infant and a Ph. b. aspirant n the same household are quite a handful, and I'm sure your efforts will be very useful in smoothing the domestic machinery. Dear'Miss Dix: The man I go with is 21, and I am 17. He is divorced. .We like the same things and get along Very well except hat he doesn't believe me when I ell him certain things. He claims w has been lied to so much that he can't believe anyone. I don't think that's fair. My family ob- ects to him because he has been married before and I don't think that has anything to do with our present or future. 8, U. Answer: First of all, whether you approve of your mother's de-. clsions or not, she is the one to; be consulted, on your problems,' since at 17 you haven't the exper-' lence to figure everything out for-' yourself. A single boy, closer to' you in age, would be a much more" suitable companion than a divorced man. · Dear Miss Dix: We are two (Iris of 13. Another friend, Vera, who is 12, has dates, uses lipstick an d thinks we art cowards because we don't do the same. We don't be-, lieve in things like that until we are IB. Who is right? A. r. Answer: You are right! You have a code of conduct entirely, in keeping with your age, and; don't let anyone tease, or ridicule,; you out of it. Vera does not seem' · to be a goo* friend for you, and; I agree with your mother that the less you see of her the better. ^·~~~* i Pear Dorothy Dix: George and I have been married two years, since I was It and he 22. We have- no children. I am a good house- keepfr and keep everything in · good order for him. However, our difficulty Is that when I go to tee my mother, who livea only two blocks away, he complains. Then , oq Sundays we have to go spend the day with his mother. Molly Ansiver You are entitled to as much visiting time with your mother as George has with his. In fact, since you have no children , md therefore should have spare :ime during the day, the logical Jerson for you to spend it with s your mother. Stand on your rights in this matter, Molly, or you'll be walked on In other hings, too. 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