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Editorial Page 12—Anabeim (Cal.) Bulletin Thursday, July 28, 1953 What Makes the Man Tick? Ever since Dr. Robert M. Hutchins, self appointed lecturer to the American press on its sins, harangued the convention of the American Society of Newspaper Editors, we have tried to puzzle out how his mind works — particularly with regard to facts. He hinted darkly that the press, because it isn't "liberal" enough to suit him is on its way to extinction. His evidence: "Twenty-five years ago ... you were powerful and numerous. You are powerful still; but 800 papers that were alive then are gone now. Twenty-five years hence, where will you be? Everyone knows there are fewer newspapers today than 25 years ago — but there are millions more readers of papers than there were then. There are far, far fewer automobile manufacturers now than 25 years ago — but millions more cars are being made each year for millions more drivers than there were 25 years ago. Economic conditions, with rising costs, have brought about many mergers among industries of all descriptions. Small companies, and small newspapers, find it tougher to go it alone financially. Whether this be a good trend or a regrettable one is not the point. It is simply a fact of conditions. What's the matter with that man's thinking? He once was a "boy wonder" university president. He should be reasonably bright. But, on the evidence, is he? TELEVISION VIEWS Sid Caesar Finds Producing Own Television Show Makes Him Happier Than Taking a Vacation EDITORS: Comedian Sid Caesar I go downstairs with the cast and contributes this guest column for start acting it out. As an actor, I don't like it. So who do I get TELEVISION VIEWS Sid Caesar Finds Producing Own Television Show Makes Him Happier Than Taking a Vacation EDITORS: Comedian Sid Caesar contributes this guest column for vacationing Jack Gaver. By SID CAESAR Written For United Press NEW YORK (UP)—Here it is summer, and now, when many of my fellow performers are beside sleepy lagoons, I'm working harder than ever before—and loving it. Last year I tried to take a vacation, too. But after a few weeks it became harder for me to get on the first tee than it would take most people to go back to work after a summer's rest. But producing a television show is my particular glass of iced tea; so I'm doing it. I like having my own show, I like producing my own show, and nothing ever has made me happier than feeling that the show is getting better and more people are wiring to tell us so. In the regular season, I sit in my office, trying to create new things for me and the others to do on the air. Often I come up with what I, as a producer, think will be an uproarious sketch or piece of business. A few minutes later I go downstairs with the cast and start acting it out. As an actor, I don't like it. So who do I get mad at? Me. In the summer I have it tougher. Because now when I create a situation or a sketch which doesn't come off, the other performers can blame it on me and they're not nearly as easy on me as I am. Along with the iced tea, comes a platter—the type that plays on the phonograph at 33 1-3, 45 or 78. It was made just before vacation time by a singing trio made up of Howard Morris, Carl Reiner and me. Why did three comedians enter the recording field? Here's the answer. Some time ago, Howle, Carl and I became fascinated by the frantic singing style of some of the currently popular male singing groups. We got ourselves some abundantly cut matching jackets, wigs, and figured that we were now ready to poke a little fun. But with all this summer fun, nothing is more important to us than the preparation of our fall show. "Caesar's Hour" returns Sept. 26 at its regular time, Mondays at 8 p.m. on NBC-TV. Ten Years Ago Winston Churchill bowed out yesterday as Prime Minister of Great Britain with Maj. Clement Attlee succeeding him. Elizabeth Macrees, WAVE, sends thanks to Anaheim Bulletin for the paper. She has been transferred from New York to Seattle, Wash. Carol Lee Wilkinson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Dillard Wilkinson, was feted this week on the occasion of her seventh birthday anniversary. Marvin Burgeson a.d. Harold Burns were installed as grand and vice grand of the IOOF lodge of this city last Tuesday night. William T. Wallop, president of the Savings, Loan and Building Association; has been named as a member of the California Savings and Loan League committee. THE BOSS OF BROKEN SPUR By—Nick Sumner CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX CALDER giared at him out of pain-dulled eyes. "You'd sell your own brother. You going to turn me out without a roof to my head, when I'm hurt?"" "It they'd got you in your gun-arm," Cameron retorted grimly, "I might have finished you off myself an' called it good riddance. But long as it's just your left, I still got a use for you once you get back in shape. You can hide out in Lita's cabin. She'll take care of you." Calder had assented to that, still smartening from Cameron's tongue-lashing—but the idea of being taken care of by Lita had its attractions. She'd made no particu- "Mebbe not. It's nice to hear." She swayed tantalizingly back from him. "Don't stay so far away." He reached out his good arm, and she let herself be circled and drawn toward him. He kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why, don't you like me?" "Sure, I like you. But not that way." "Go on, Lita." His voice dropped to a practiced, caressing note. "You're not spun sugar. You're all woman—too much to be scared of letting a man love you!" She moved away from the bed, lifting a round, bare arm to pat her tumbled hair. "I'm not scared—if it's the right man." Her casualness was like a slamner's wagon, all right. And when she'd worked off her tantrum, she'd be all the readier for another man who wanted her. He knew Lita's kind of woman. Or he thought he did. Lita believed his story, because in the bottom of her heart she'd known, for a long time, how alim her hold on Cameron was, but she'd refused to believe her instincts. Cameron was important to her as no other man had ever been. She whirled toward the man on the bed. Lon, I'm takin' your horse. I gotta make a ride, and I won't ride that ol' crowbait o' Papi's." "Where you going this time of night?" An uneasy sense that he'd be moving in motion to hold bar "If they'd got you in your gun-arm," Cameron retorted grimly, "I might have finished you off myself an' called it good riddance. But long as it's just your left, I still got a use for you once you get back in shape. You can hide out in Lita's cabin. She'll take care of you." Calder had assented to that, still smarting from Cameron's tongue-lashing—but the idea of being taken care of by Lita had its attractions. She'd made no particular demur at taking him in when Cameron asked her, and she'd done a good enough job of making him comfortable. By evening, propped up on pillows with some of Corny's whiskey inside him to ease the ache of his shoulder, he was feeling well enough to look around him and crave amusement. Lita was curled up in a split-bottomed chair, one leg tucked under her, the other swinging temptingly beneath the skimpy skirt. The lamp on the table behind her threw its yellow glow over her face and scooped deep shadows over her body. Calder had never paid too much attention to her in the past—the she'd been definitely Cameron's girl. But now the green eyes appraised her in the lamp light. She was an appetizing little piece! She wasn't Margie, but Margie was a long way away, and Lita was very much at hand. After what he'd been through, a man needed a little fun—and he didn't owe Wayne Cameron any loyalty, after the way he'd turned on him. Serve him right if Calder cut the ground out from under his feet! A smile spread over the scar-twisted mouth as he called softly, "Lita, come over here." She crossed the room slowly, hips swinging to her lazy walk in a way that fired Calder's blood. "What you want, Lon?" "Just a little company. Sit down and talk to me." She settled herself comfortably on the edge of the bed. He let her feel the force of his pleased, intimate glance. "You're a good-looking woman, Lita!" She smiled at him. "Think so?" "You don't need me to tell you, do you?" He kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why, don't you like me?" "Sure, I like you. But not that way." "Go on, Lita." His voice dropped to a practiced, caressing note. "You're not spun sugar. You're all woman—too much to be scared of letting a man love you!" She moved away from the bed, lifting a round, bare arm to pat her tumbled hair. "I'm not scared—if it's the right man." Her casualness was like a slap across the face. "Wayne's the right man, I guess?" "You know 'bout Wayne an' me," the girl retorted indifferently, "Yeah, I know. I know all about it." He made his voice regretful. "Hate to see a woman like you made a fool of, Lita." "Who's makin' a fool o' me?" "Why, Wayne Cameron, of course. You think he's going to marry you?" "He is." "Just waiting till he gets his hands on Broken Spur?" "Sure." And then he's going to make a fine lady out of you—put you in a big house, string you with diamonds—Why, you poor little fool, he's just stringing you along till you've pulled his chestnut out of the fire! Mr. Cameron's a business man. When he marries, he aims to make a profit on the deal—a big profit—like Slash T— He wasn't prepared for the effect of his words. She flew at him, eyes blazing, fingers clawed. "You're lynin'! You know you're lynin'—say you are!" He caught her wrists with his good hand. "You snow I'm not lying, Lita! Why, you think a man that was really in love with you would have thrown you at Riordan and Larrabee the way he's done? I wouldn't," he insinuated. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let any other man get near you. But Wayne's a cold fish—he doesn't know how to appreciate a woman like you." She twisted out of his grip. He lay back on the pillows with an inward smile of satisfaction, as she flung herself up and down the room in fury. He'd fixed his part-toward him. He kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why, don't you like me?" "Sure, I like you. But not that way." "Go on, Lita." His voice dropped to a practiced, caressing note. "You're not spun sugar. You're all woman—too much to be scared of letting a man love you!" She moved away from the bed, lifting a round, bare arm to pat her tumbled hair. "I'm not scared—if it's the right man." Her casualness was like a slap across the face. "Wayne's the right man, I guess?" "You know 'bout Wayne an' me," the girl retorted indifferently, "Yeah, I know. I know all about it." He made his voice regretful. "Hate to see a woman like you made a fool of, Lita." "Who's makin' a fool o' me?" "Why, Wayne Cameron, of course. You think he's going to marry you?" "He is." "Just waiting till he gets his hands on Broken Spur?" "Sure." And then he's going to make a fine lady out of you—put you in a big house, string you with diamonds—Why, you poor little fool, he's just stringing you along till you've pulled his chestnut out of the fire! Mr. Cameron's a business man. When he marries, he aims to make a profit on the deal—a big profit—like Slash T— He wasn't prepared for the effect of his words. She flew at him, eyes blazing, fingers clawed. "You're lynin'! You know you're lynin'—say you are!" He caught her wrists with his good hand. "You snow I'm not lying, Lita! Why, you think a man that was really in love with you would have thrown你 at Riordan and Larrabee the way he's done? I wouldn't," he insinuated. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let any other man get near you. But Wayne's a cold fish—he doesn't know how to appreciate a woman like you." She twisted out of his grip. He lay back on the pillows with an inward smile of satisfaction, as she flung herself up and down the room in fury. He'd fixed his part-toward him. He kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why, don't you like me?" "Sure, I like you. But not that way." "Go on, Lita." His voice dropped to a practiced, caressing note. "You're not spun sugar. You're all woman—too much to be scared of letting a man love you!" She moved away from the bed, lifting a round, bare arm to pat her tumbled hair. "I'm not scared—if it's the right man." Her casualness was like a slap across the face. "Wayne's the right man, I guess?" "You know 'bout Wayne an' me," the girl retorted indifferently, "Yeah, I know. I know all about it." He made his voice regretful. "Hate to see a woman like you made a fool of, Lita." "Who's makin' a fool o' me?" "Why, Wayne Cameron, of course. You think he's going to marry you?" "He is." "Just waiting till he gets his hands on Broken Spur?" "Sure." And then he's going to make a fine lady out of you—put you in a big house, string you with diamonds—Why, you poor little fool, he's just stringing you along till you've pulled his chestnut out of the fire! Mr. Cameron's a business man. When he marries, he aims to make a profit on the deal—a big profit—like Slash T— He wasn't prepared for the effect of his words. She flew at him, eyes blazing, fingers clawed. "You're lynin'! You know you're lynin'—say you are!" He caught her wrists with his good hand. "You snow I'm not lying, Lita! Why, you think a man that was really in love with you would have thrown你 at Riordan and Larrabee the way he's done? I wouldn't," he insinuated. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let any other man get near you. But Wayne's a cold fish—he doesn't know how to appreciate a woman like you." She twisted out of his grip. He lay back on the pillows with an inward smile of satisfaction, as she flung herself up and down the room in fury. He'd fixed his part-toward him. He kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why, don't you like me?" "Sure, I like you. But not that way." "Go on, Lita." His voice dropped to a practiced, caressing note. "You're not spun sugar. You're all woman—too much to be scared of letting a man love you!" She moved away from the bed, lifting a round, bare arm to pat her tumbled hair. "I'm not scared—if it's the right man." Her casualness was like a slap across the face. "Wayne's the right man, I guess?" "You know 'bout Wayne an' me," the girl retorted indifferently, "Yeah, I know. I know all about it." He made his voice regretful. "Hate to see a woman like you made a fool of, Lita." "Who's makin' a fool o' me?" "Why, Wayne Cameron, of course. You think he's going to marry你?" "He is." "Just waiting till he gets his hands on Broken Spur?" "Sure." And then he's going to make a fine lady out of你—put你 in a big house，string你 with diamonds—Why，you poor little fool，he's just stringing你 along till you've pulled你的 chestnut out of the fire！Mr.Cameron's a business man。When he marries，他 aims to make a profit on the deal—a big profit—like Slash T— He wasn't prepared for the effect of his words.She flew at him，eyes blazing，finger claswed。("You're lynin'！You know you're lynin'—say你 are！") He caught her wrists with his good hand.“You snow I'm not lying,Lita! Why,you thinka man that was really in love with你 would have thrown你 at Riordan and Larrabee the way he's done？I wouldn't," he insinuated.“If你 were mine，I wouldn't let any other man get near你。但Wayne's a cold fish—he doesn't know how to appreciatea woman like你.” She twisted out of his grip.Her lay back on the pillows with an inward smile of satisfaction，as she flung herself up and down the room in fury.He'd fixed his part-toward him.Her kissed her. "Quit it Lon!" she said. "Why，don't你 like我，I won't ride that ol' crowbait o' Pap's." "Where you going this time of night?" An uneasy sense that he'd set more in motion than held bargained for put its chill into the gambler's blood. "I Wouldn't you like k'now?" she taunted him.Well，why shouldn't I tell你？你I'm in no shape t' stop me.I'm goin't Broken Spur t'have a little talk with Rob Mallory!" "It seemed strange to Kerry to be lying quietly in his own bed at Broken Spur again.His eyes，following Christie around the room，held a new gravity."You look older，Kerry," she murmured. "It ages a man some," he agreed soberly,"to be as close to dying as I was."There was a minute last night when I was sure I'd already died and gone to heaven，when Rob lugged me out of the jail-house and I saw you there"I still can't get over it，Christie，你 riding into that crazy mob-" "Weould you expect me to sit home and wait?" You're not marrying that kind of girl，Kerry! Last night was one time I wished I wore a gun-I think I could have shot it out with that crowd single-handed! Easy to talk," she laughed,"when Rob didn't give me or anybody else a chance to do anything!" "The was really something，wasn't he?" Kerry mused."I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it，that anybody could have had those loco nests acting so much like a bunch of whipped kids! Every time I think about him walking into the cage of wildcats，taking a chance on getting his head clawed off—and leaving Broken Spur wide open while he went kiting off to pull me out of a mess-I'm not worth it!" PAPER DOLL? PATTERN FOR ENDURING WORLD PEACE BERDANIER OTHMAN'S VIEWS Big Future Seen For New Heaters For Outdoors WASHINGTON — So there was, dope that I am, on one the hottest days of the year an office where the air conditioning was gebust, testing infrared widget designed to help the great outdoors. My big mistake a couple weeks ago was quoting a co-brated engineer to the effect that some day pedestrians in the winter would be warm with overcoats. He even forested folks in shirt sleeves enjoy football games during blizzard. Such devices, he said, already were at work in Germany, keeping beer drinkers snug on slim walk cafes, no matter how cold the night. Stuff and nonsense, cried T.Kyle, the local representative of Perfection Industries, Inc., Cleveland, Ohio. Outdoor heat in the future. Indeed! Here was straight from Germany and if I'd just drop over... Next thing I knew Kyle was aiming a kind of square a minum eye in my direction, soon turned pink and nothing in the room grew hot, excuse me; it had me cooking like hamburger. So we shut the thipg off and got to talking with C.H.Foulds, vice-president of Perfection. Quite a tale he had to tell, too. Seems there was in Houston Texas, a builder of airplane hangars named Stuart Irwin who needed an efficient way to warm these aeronautical bars. His chief engineer was reading in a German technical journal about the trick infrared heat... Years Ago Churchill bowed out yes-time Minister of Great Maj. Clement Attlee him. Macrees, WAVE, sends haimeim Bulletin for the has been transferred work to Seattle, Wash. Wilkirson, daughter Mrs. Dillard Wilkirson, his week on the seventh birthday an- Burgesson a.d Harold installed as grand and of the IOOF lodge of Tuesday night. Wallop, president of Loan and Building has been named as of the California Savannah League committee. PUR all right. And when off her tantrum, she'd ladder for another man her. He knew Lita's man. ought he did. Lita be story, because in the heart she'd known, time, how slim her hold was, but she'd revive her instincts. Cam-important to her as no had ever been. She guard the man on the takin' your horse. I a ride, and I won't crowbait o' Pap's." you going this time of uneasy sense that he'd motion that held hard. Your Birthday Forecast By STELLA THURSDAY, JULY 28 — Born today, your intuitions and impulses are near the surface. Nine times out of ten you act first—and think about it later. Half of the time, your decisions are the right ones; the rest of the time, it might have been better policy if you had thought things over a little more carefully before acting! It is always difficult to distinguish between true intuition—always a fairly sound basis for action—and impulse—which is usually an emotional reaction to a given condition and not always as trustworthy. If at an early age you will learn to distinguish between the two, most of your major problems in life will react a solution. Since you have an interest in the stage, screen, radio and television you might make a brilliant success as an actor. You are a natural born mimic and have the gift of a fine speaking voice and, no doubt, your share of physical beauty. This combination should help you get ahead fast in your profession. It is likely that you will have early struggles in life, for this will be the period in which you are striving to "find yourself" and discover the best method of self-expression. Once you have found your proper medium of expression, your rise to fame—and perhaps fortune—should be quite fast. Your will to overcome obstacles and to succeed on your own initiative is one of the elements in your success which will take you along the right road to accomplishment. Among those born on this date are: Ballington Booth reformer; Catherine Dale Owen, Jane Regan and Mary Anderson, actresses; Pat Kendal dancer; Rudy Vallee, singer; Gluyas Williams, cartoonist; Joe E. Brown, actor; Stephen Phillips, poet; and Alice Duer Miller, Friday, July 29 LEO (July 21-Aug. 23) — You may, with success, combine business and pleasure to a distinct advantage. Try it and see. VIRGO (Aug. 24-Sept. 23) — The second day of excellent good fortune for you, provided that you cooperate fully with others. LIBRA (Sept. 24-Oct. 23) — The stars have woven a favorable pattern for your day and something advantageous should come out of it. SCORPIO (Oct. 24-Nov. 22) — You can accomplish a great deal now, so get an early start in the right direction this morning. SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23-Dec. 22) — Be sure to investigate any business proposition made to you from all possible angles. There might be a "gimmick". CAPRICORN (Dec. 23-Jan. 20) — Finish work before you plan social activities. This is not the day to combine business and pleasure. AQUARIUS (Jan. 21-Feb. 19) — Emotions are best kept well under control today. Don't get into any argument that could cause conflict. PISCES (Feb. 20-Mar. 20) — Taking a positive attitude and doing everything right, as you see it, will solve any possible conflict. ARIES (Mar. 21-Apr. 20) — Combining work and play is not advised. Complete one and then begin the other for the best results. TAURUS (Apr. 21-May 21) — Get an early start and then finish the job before nightfall. There will be a real satisfaction in it. GEMINI (May 22-June 21) — There are excellent aspects which are highly favorable to a serious consideration of your business plans. CANCER (June 22-July 23) — Romantic ideals can be fulfilled to me; it had me cooking like hamburger. So we shut the thing off and got to talking C. H. Foulds, vice-president of Perfection. Quite a tale he hut tell, too. Seems there was in Houston Texas, a builder of airplanes hangars named Stuart Irwin who needed an efficient way warm these aeronautical bars. His chief engineer was readied in a German technical journal about the trick infrared heat perfected by engineer Gunth Schwank of Hamburg. Irwin flew to Germany, where Schwank told him he'd actually figured out the device while he was a war prisoner of the Americans in Brooklyn, N.Y. He had plenty of time. This heater cooks on gas, depends on a trick sheet of ramic substance, which glinks and sends heat through the air without heating it. When the heat lands on something sol-like for instance me, it goes work. Schwank had his heaters stalled in 1,100 European churches which never had been warmed before. He had 'em beer gardens, factories and even on the sidewalk in front of department store at Bremen Germany, to keep the window shoppers comfortable. He fused to sell the manufacturing rights to Irwin, unless he'd undertake to distribute the heat nationally. That's when Irwin hurried Cleveland to see the Perfect people, manufacturers of fences and stoves these many years. "I was almost too busy to show him," said Foulds. "It makes blood run cold when I think it." But the deal was made a few months ago, with Perfection censsed to manufacture the vice in the United States. Foulds' first customer was Flesta drive-in restaurant Milwaukee. There a battery Schwank heaters was struck from lampposts in front of the hamburger grill and there evoked during freezing temperature the girl car hops, in sleeveless costumes, worked comfortably. "The amazing thing" s a lily Foulds, "was the way these heaves waves traveled through t he windshields and the windows of the cars and kept the people warm while they ate." CROSSWORD PUZZLE Answer to Yesterday's Puzzle ACROSS 1-Once around track 2-Strike 3-Holds in respect 4-Guildo's high note 5-Move from side to side 6-Insurrectionist 7-Chemical compound 8-Ceremonies 9-Decree 10-Locations 11-Interior 12-Uncouth person DOWN 1-Man's nickname 2-A state (abbr.) 3-Specularies 4-Qurrel 5-Boundaries 6-Chief of Vigilance 7-Through 8-Plant louse 9-Linger 10-Galeo 11-Places 12-Ascribe 13-Let it stand 14-Furnish a supply of arrow poison 15-Plush 16-Caluminate 17-Close readings 18-So be it! 19-Article of furniture 20-Rodent 21-Sort 22-Ursens 23-Language of Romans 24-Part of church 25-Supplicate 26-Chapmanean 27-Flea 28-Public vehicle 29-Also 30-Uppermost part Farmer McGabe Read about a woman who was shopping and got so interested in her Bargain Huntin' that she lay down her pocket book with nearly $12,000 in it, and forgot what she put it. I hear that a lot women shoppers do that very same thing. That's one reason why never give my woman over the or four dollars at a time. Farmer is, a feller has to be mighty careful about giving money to women...it sometimes spoils em. A nearly allus takes a week or two to settle em down when they've been on a big spending spree. Farmer McGabe (all rights reserved) GREATER LOVE—HASTINGS, Neb. — The photographer was getting ready to shoot a male choral group which all but one member peared in a white shirt. To get uniform picture, the photographer gave the "shirt off back." WASHINGTON — So there I hope that I am, on one ofittest days of the year in office where the air condition was gebust, testing an added widget designed to heat heat-outdoors. A big mistake a couple of ago was quoting a celeb engineer to the effect that day pedestrians in the would be warm without seats. He even foresaw in shirt sleeves enjoying all games during blizzards, devices, he said, already at work in Germany, keeper drinkers snug on sidecafes, no matter how cold it might be. If and nonsense, cried Tom the local representative of nation Industries, Inc., of land, Ohio. Outdoor heating is future. Indeed! Here it straight from Germany and just drop over. But thing I knew Kyle was a kind of square alu-eye in my direction. It turned pink and nothing room grew hot, except had me cooking like a burger. So we shut that off and got to talking to Foulds, vice-president of nation. Quite a tale he had too. As there was in Houston, a builder of airplane named Stuart Irwin, needed an efficient way to these aeronautical barns.ief engineer was reading German technical journal the trick infrared heaters By the time you read this report the Upper Colorado River Project will have been disposed of. I predict that the roll call vote will be very close. I appeared before the Rules Committee Wednesday and Thursday of last week in an effort to keep the legislation from coming to the Floor of the House. However, the Rules Committee, which consists of four Republicans and eight Democrats and controls most legislation which comes to the Floor, granted a rule providing for one hour debate on the rule itself and four hours general debate. This means that the matter will be on the calendar for Monday, July 25, and will take two days to dispose of because after the general debate the bill is read for amendments under the five-minute rule. This will consume at least another four hours of debate. We will present some fifteen or twenty amendments, each of which will consume at least ten minutes. FISCAL IRRESPONSIBILITIES: We are approaching the final week of the session, and I have attempted to report our activities objectively without regard to the political concepts of either party, for when once elected I feel that it is my duty to report what I believe to be in the best interests of my District and of the nation as a whole. However, the other day I was asked by one of the correspondents of the LOS ANGELES TIMES to briefly state what I thought were the accomplishments or characteristics of the present Congress. My reply was that the main characteristic seemed to be the lack of fiscal responsibility by about 80 percent of the Democrats and 40 percent of the Republicans, which on the whole gives a fair majority to those who refuse to place fiscal responsibility above the possibility of being re-elected. Their own way, these men killed appropriations to keep going wage and hour enforcement, highly essential defense appropriations for the Army, Navy and Air Force; the Nation's intelligence system; the administration of Farmers' Home loans; the Small Business Administration, seriously handicapped Civilian Defense and Health services; and greatly restricted functions of the Justice and Labor Departments. "For the information of the country, I just want to outline the facts. The Supplemental Appropriation Bill was approved and reported to the House by a Democratic-controlled committee. The request to waive all points of order was submitted to a Democra-tions Committee. "This Democratic committee refused the request. Then the Chairman of this Democratic-controlled subcommittee of the Appropriations Committee personally made points of order against these worthy items in this bill. "In each and every instance the Democratic chairman of the committee quickly conceded the points of order and these necessary appropriations were stricken from the bill." HURRIED LAW MAKING: This is the first session since I have been here when we have come to the last week and find so much important legislation uncompleted. This has been occasioned by the members of the various committees being unable to agree on the final form of the bills coming from their committees. Committee hearings have been marked by violent arguments including an occasional fisticuff. We are facing the final week with such important legislation as the Colorado River Project, the Federal Highway Bill, the Housing and Home Finance Bill, the sugar legislation, the school con- had me cooking like a larger. So we shut that off and got to talking to Foulds, vice-president of the motion. Quite a tale he had too. was there was in Houston, a builder of airplane named Stuart Irwin, needed an efficient way to these aeronautical barns. Brief engineer was reading German technical journal the trick infrared heaters used by engineer Gunther Bank of Hamburg. Irwin to Germany, where he told him he'd actually out the device while he was war prisoner of theicans in Brooklyn, N. Y. and plenty of time. heater cooks on gas. It is on a trick sheet of ce-substance, which glows and sends heat through the without heating it. When the bands on something solid, or instance me, it goes to wank had his heaters in in 1,100 European church which never had been before. He had 'em in gardens, factories and even sidewalk in front of aement store at Bremen,ny, to keep the window arms comfortable. He re-eto sell the manufacturing to Irwin, unless he un-kee to distribute the heaters really. is when Irwin hurried to and to see the Perfection manufacturers of fur-and stoves these many was almost too busy to see said Foulds. "It makes my iron cold when I think of the deal was made a few years ago, with Perfection li- to manufacture the de- United States. d's first customer was the drive-in restaurant atakeee. There a battery of ink heaters was strung ammpposts in front of the larger grill and there even freezing temperatures in car hops, in sleeveless ties, worked comfortably. The amazing thing" s a l d "was the way these heat traveled through t h e fields and the windows of cars and kept the people while they ate." now Foulds' big problem asked by one of the correspondents of the LOS ANGELES TIMES to briefly state what I thought were the accomplishments or characteristics of the present Congress. My reply was that the main characteristic seemed to be the lack of fiscal responsibility by about 80 per cent of the Democrats and 40 per cent of the Republicans, which on the whole gives a fair majority to those who refuse to place fiscal responsibility above the possibility of being re-elected. As an example of such irresponsibility, I would like to quote the following statement by the Honorable Joseph W. Martin, Jr., Representative of Massachusetts and former Speaker of the House, which refers to the House action on the Supplemental Appropriations Bill on July 14, 1955. "Never-in my long legislative experience have I ever witnessed such irresponsibility and lack of appreciation of obligations to the country as was the performance today of the leadership of the Democratic-controlled Appropriations Committee. "Piqued because the Rules Committee failed to give them a rule to trespass upon the legislative jurisdiction of other committees, they recklessly of their own accord destroyed their own studies and findings requiring several weeks of effort. "Because they could not have AS NICHOLS SEES IT Columnist Taken to Task for Report of Fast Trip in Caboose of Freight Train of 1917 By HARMAN W. NICHOLS United Press Staff Correspondent WASHINGTON (UP) — Apparently when I wrote a piece about the "caboose," or the tail end of a freight train, I took some liberties with the word "fast." I said I had taken a rather rapid ride on one in the long back. All of which prompted D. G. Williams, local chairman of Lodge 52 of the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen, to take me to task. He wrote in from San Antonio, Tex., to say, in effect, that if I took a fast ride in 1917 on a "crummy," another name for the trailer on a freight train, I must have been over impressed. That is perhaps true. Williams told me in plain language that likely I have never been in a modern caboose. That I have not. the train. What you judged to be fast would be a snail's gait compared to the present day freight train." But trainman Williams hedged a little. Even though it clickety-clacks over the rails a little faster, on most roads you will find the same old caboose. Same old pot bellied stove. The coal oil lamps, drinking water out of a tin cup. "And," added my new railroad friend Williams, "if you inspect the undercarriage of the caboose, you will find few changes made in the last half century. Some of them still are equipped with the old slow speed cast iron wheels." The trainman, who confesses to being an old cabooser or "crump-er" himself, admits that some of There is a battery of ink heaters strung in manpops in front of the larger grill and there even freezing temperatures in car hops, in sleeveless dresses, worked comfortably. A amazing thing's a lid that was the way these heat traveled through the fields and the windows of cars and kept the people while they ate. Now Foulds' big problem met heaters out of his faculties meet the demand; he's asks who want 'em for use swimming pools, inside tentts, for warming the beds of football teams, and, worse, for numerous industrial purposes. Bad part is the fact that for Schwank died about weeks ago without ever getting sit in a convertible durdilwaukee winter and eat burger in summer kikish comfort. Copyright 1955 by United Press Syndicate, Inc. Farmer McCabe About a woman who went digging and got so interested in gaining Huntin' that she layed her pocket book with near 100 in it, and forgot where it. I hear that a lot of shoppers do that very same. That's one reason why I drive my woman over three dollars at a time. Facts teller has to be mighty caretaker giving money to women sometimes spoils em. and allus takes a week or two em down when they've been a big spending spree. Farmer McCabe (all rights reserved) GREATER LOVE— TINGS, Neb. — Theographer was getting ready at a male choral group in all but one member ap- in a white shirt. To get a picture, the photogra-gave the "shirt off his All of which prompted D. G. Williams, local chairman of Lodge 52 of the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen, to take me to task. He wrote in from San Antonio, Tex., to say, in effect, that if I took a fast ride in 1917 on a "crummy," another name for the trailer on a freight train, I must have been over impressed. That is perhaps true. Williams told me in plain language that likely I have never been in a modern caboose. That I have not. Same Old Caboose "If you were to make the same trip today," the trainman said, "I am sure you would find that the greatest change in conditions would be the length and speed of old caboose. Same old pot bellied stove. The coal oil lamps, drinking water out of a tin cup. "And," added my new railroad friend Williams, "if you inspect the undercarriage of the caboose, you will find few changes made in the last half century. Some of them still are equipped with the old slow speed cast iron wheels." The trainman, who confesses to being an old cabooser or "crumper" himself, admits that some of the railroads now have in service at "a few strategic points, cabooses of the type you told about in your article." I called them rather "refined things." STRANGE AS IT SEEMS BY ELSIE HIX WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, noted poet, KNEW THE ALPHABET WHEN HE WAG ONLY 16 MONTHS OLD! BY THE TIME HE WAG 5 HE HAD MEMORIZED THE WHOLES OF "NATIS' POEMS FOR CHILDREN... 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