anaheim-gazette 1936-06-18

WASHINGTON, D. C. THE BOOM TOWN Washington, D. C., newspapers are taking pardonable pride in the estimates of the United States Census Bureau as to the population of our Capital City for the year 1935. According to the bureau's estimates the population of Washington rose from 486,869 to 594,000, between the years 1930 and the beginning of 1936. This is an increase of 22 per cent and there is every indication that in this twelfemonth which is not yet completed there will be another sizeable gain. Anyone who visits Washington nowadays cannot but be impressed with the way the city has grown during the past five years. Apartment buildings are crowded and rents have gone sky high. Department stores are filled with prospective customers and the street cars and busses are crowded most of the time. When the Government departments close for the day the crowds in the down-town shopping streets resemble those which are seen at 45th Street and 5th Avenue in New York or at State and Madison Streets in Chicago at the busiest hour. In fact Washington has taken on a new prosperity which promises to surpass that of war times, if it has not done that already. All available building space down town has been occupied by Government bureaus and there is even talk of moving a part of the capital to Baltimore. There has been some objection to this latter idea owing to the fact that the Maryland metropolis is 40 miles distant and many "experts" think that asking some of the Government employees to go back and forth, as they would have to do, is demanding too much. This has led one Washington wag to write a law for Congress to pass, raising the length of the mile to 21,120 feet or four times as many. Then it would be only ten miles Baltimore instead of forty. It is argued that to do this would be no more difficult than to cut the value of the dollar by state from 100 to 59 cents. This bringing back to Washington its prosperity of World War days is due, course, to the establishment of so many Federal activities which have their hey quarters in Washington. All of these bureaus require bureaucrats and each reaucrat must have subbureaucrats, clear stenographers, investigators, agents, publicity men and office boys to help him. Hence the great increase in the population of Washington. But here is the rub. While Washington has been gaining 22 per cent in population the country as a whole, it is estimated, grown less than 4 per cent. So what is Washington's gain, certainly does not provoke population for the rest of the country. While thousands of New Deal "workers have been pouring into Washington to give nice Government job, the taxpayer out in country has been settling the bill, not of the workers' salaries, which wouldn't amount to so much, but the millions and billions which the bureaucrats at Washington are spending. Visitors to Washington tell us that stroll down F street between 4:30 and o'clock any week-day afternoon would allow convince one that there are enough new arrived "workers" in Washington to be taken up the unemployment slack of the All available building space down town has been occupied by Government bureaus and there is even talk of moving a part of the capital to Baltimore. There has been some objection to this latter idea owing to the fact that the Maryland metropolis is 40 miles distant and many "experts" think that asking some of the Government employees to go back and forth, as they would have to do, is demanding too much. This has led one Washington wag to suggest that, since the standard mile contains 5,280 feet, the Brain Trust ought to "13 HOURS BY AIR" "Ever hear of a guy named Hales, alias Trasker?" inquired the "doctor" as he put away the case. "You mean the fellow who held up those New Jersey banks and killed two policemen?" "Yeah." Evarts nodded toward the plane. "Palmer—I think." "Holy Cow," groaned Freddy. "You certainly meet nice people in this line of work." "I was tailing him because we thought his partner was in Frisco, but the 'just died' message meant they pinched him in Brooklyn. I can hand-cuff Palmer now, but I don't want to take any chances! If he's Hales—and I'm practically certain he is — he's a killer and I don't want anyone to get hurt." "He can't get away from you through this snow," said Jack as the three turned back toward the plane. "He'd freeze to death. Has he got a gun?" "And he won't mind using it," Evarts nodded. As they arrived at the cabin door Palmer opened it and jumped down. "How about gathering some firewood and keeping warm," Evarts changed the subject. Then to Palmer: "Will you help?" "Yeah," grunted the criminal, eyeing them covertly. "Good idea," agreed Freddy. The three started off as Jack entered the plan and started to the cockpit to report to Salt Lake. Inside he found that Waldemar "What you mean?" Jack's fists clenched. "Very gallant of you to try and get her through on time—under the circumstances. I don't suppose she told you that she was rushing to San Francisco to elope to China with another man who's on the Overland with her sister Katharine." As he finished there was the sound of a pistol shot in the darkness outside. It was followed almost instantly by another. Jack leaped to his feet, dashed through the cabin and out the door. A moment later he made out the figure of someone stumbling toward him. It fell, then staggered to its feet again. "What happened," gasped the pilot as he recognized Evarts. "Is it bad?" He aided the government man to reach the plane. "I don't know. Hurts like blazes." Evarts was badly wounded. "Where's Freddy?" "Palmer shot him through the head." "Where's your gun?" Jack demanded as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" "Palmer shot him," groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot!" Freddy—Freddy... Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open I need some hot water." For half an hour the worker rapidly bandaging wounded. Neither was as hurt as it had seemed at Evarts had a clear wound pletely through the right shoulder Freddy's skull had been crushed by a bullet but the bone had been broken. "Any you people got a gun your bag?" inquired Jack at it. "I have," answered Walden proudly displaying his water tol. "He'll come back and shoot wailed Miss Harkins." I know I know it! I'm so nervous I can jump right out of my skin." "Go ahead, lady—and make a rug out of it." Jack savage. "Look!" cried Ann. "Free coming out of it." Fine!' he exclaimed as his pilot's eyes flickered open for second. "Better dish out some coffee to the others." Completely exhausted, he chanced into the cockpit and started cold motors again. Felice fled him there. "I want you to know I feel rrible sorry—and entirely responsible for all of this," she be contritely. "Aw, forget it. These just happen." He was too tired care. "No—I kept egging you urging you to take chances..." You must be kinda about that guy in San Francisco. "What guy are you ta- As they arrived at the cabin door Palmer opened it and jumped down. "How about gathering some firewood and keeping warm," Evarts changed the subject. Then to Palmer: "Will you help?" "Yeah," grunted the criminal, eyeing them covertly. "Good idea," agreed Freddy. The three started off as Jack entered the plan and started to the cockpit to report to Salt Lake. Inside he found that Waldemar had slipped on the ear-phones and was gravely inspecting the microphone which had been completely smashed. "Get out of here, youngster," commanded the pilot. Then, as he saw the damage which had been wrought: "What have you done to it?" "It's busted," answered the boy calmly. "That guy Palmer come in while you were away and smashed it up proper." Completely stunned by this disaster, Jack returned to the cabin and faced the passengers. "I don't intend to conceal the facts from you," he began. "Our radio is out of commission, so we can't send for help. If we're snowed in so we can't take off in the morning, we may be here several days." "But we have to get to..." exclaimed Felice. "That's what you think," he cut her off. Returning to the cockpit he started the motors and set them idling to keep them from freezing. Stephani found him there. "It all seems to have turned out for the best, hasn't it?" he gloated. "Your conscience is clear and I'm in $5,000. Glad it turned out this way—hated to see that girl making a fool out of you." Palmer took it and Freddy's too, gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as he placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Tracing Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as he placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Training Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as he placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Training Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as he placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Training Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as she placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Training Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as he lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as she placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, he gripped her arm. "You're going back to the plane. We've got trouble enough." Trouble! You've got trouble!" she laughed hysterically. "That's a good one. What about Freddy lying out there all alone—bleeding to death—while you stand there and keep me from ..." Realizing that she was rapidly going into hysteria Jack slapped her hard across the face, then spun her toward the plane. Sorry," he said quietly. "Now go on back. I'll find Freddy." Training Ewart's footsteps through the snow, he finally came to a dark mass lying across the path. He hurried forward and picked Freddy up in his arms. The boy was unconscious. Jack's face hardened as he staggered back to the plane. Is, he dead?" Waldemar inquired hopefully as Ann helped the pilot lift her sweetheart into the cabin. No. But we've got to work fast. Ann, get the emergency kit. Felice mandered as she lifted Evarts through the cabin door. "Palmer took it and Freddy's too," gasped the wounded man. "Freddy's?" screamed Ann. "What happened to him?" Palmer shot him, groaned Jack, too dazed by the catastrophe to realize the effect his words would have on the girl. "Freddy—shot! Freddy—Freddy..." Before he could stop her the girl had torn, the door open and dashed out through the snow. "Here—take care of him," Gordon commanded Felice as she placed the wounded man in the aisle. Then he ran back into the storm. Ann! Ann! Come back here, you idiot," he shouted. "Palmer will get you too." Catching up with her, she hurried an impatient conversation; she stammered mean light; It came and like a match; Do you say it was Palmer?" (Continued on page 5) ANAHEIM GAZETTE ESTABLISHED 1870 gress to pass, raising the 21,120 feet or four times would be only ten miles to f forty. It is argued should be no more difficult of the dollar by statute back to Washington the War days is due, of enishment of so many new which have their headington. All of these new bureaucrats and each bune subbureaucrats, clerks, testigators, agents, pube boys to help him out. increase in the population rub. While Washington 2 per cent in population, whole, it is estimated, has per cent. So what is Washainly does not provide best of the country. of New Deal "workers" onto Washington to get a to, the taxpayer out in the settling the bill, not only which wouldn't amount the millions and billions at Washington are Washington tell us that a at between 4:30 and 5 y afternoon would almost there are enough, newly in Washington to have employment slack of the en- RIDE 'IM PLOWBOY! ANTINEW DEALERS AIR" and some hot water." half an hour the three days rapidly bandaging the ed. Neither was as badly as it had seemed at first. has had a clean wound comply through the right shoulder. ly's skull had been creased bullet but the bone had not broken. YOU you people got a gun in bag?" inquired Jack at last. have," answered Waldemar, rally displaying his water pishe'll come back and shoot us." and Miss Harkins. "I know it. now it! I'm so nervous I could right out of my skin." o ahead, lady—and we'll a rug out of it." Jack was cry. Book!" cried Ann. "Freddy's going out of it." one!" he exclaimed as his coes eyes flickered open for a d. "Better dish out some hot to the others." completely exhausted, he climbto the cockpit and started the motors again. Felice found there. want you to know I feel tersorry—and entirely responfor all of this," she began nitely. aw, forget it. These things nappen." He was too tired to I kept egging you on — you must be kinda crazy that guy in San Francisco." that guy are you talking ORANGE COUNTY WEEKLY WATCHTOWER A Compilation of Observation and Comment by and for the Weekly Newspapers of the County APPEARING IN THE FOLLOWING: Huntington Beach News Newport Beach News Garden Grove News Santa Ana Bulletin Westminster Gazette Coastline Dispatch South Coast News Buena Park News Yorba Linda Star Placentia Courier Anaheim Gazette Seal Beach News La Habra Star Tuatlin News Brea Progress LAST CALL TOMORROW This is the last week in which candidates can file as nominees in the August primaries. There probably will be a last minute rush as a considerable number are expected to be candidates who have been holding off. Tomorrow is the final day. Harry Riley of Anaheim sprung a surprise by hopping into the Third district supervisor race. Harry ran for sheriff two years ago, but couldn't make it. The feature of his candidacy which surprises most is that he is a Townsendite. It was expected that Jim Carmichael of Fullerton was to run with expectancy of Townsend-Epic support and he had already taken out candidate's papers. Papers also were taken out this week for another Third district supervisor candidate whose name was kept in the bag at the time. It may show up by the time this gets into print. Candidates for central committeemen in both parties are being lined up this week. There will be a full ticket from all districts. And thereby hangs a tale. between pickers and packers. Lucio came into the Orange county picture a few years ago when the Burkes began to stir up a stink in the county seat, the one as a publisher and the other as an attorney. They started a war on Chas. Carillo, court interpreter. They failed to establish anything against Carillo, who still holds his position and is highly regarded by courts and Mexicans alike. It developed from this stink that Lucio was tied up with Attorney Burke in some way. It was charged that he had been hired to bring in Mexican law cases. In fact, the matter went before the bar association and Burke was accused of unprofessional conduct in the employ of an "ambulance chaser." He finally managed to get exonerated. About that time Lucio pops out with the title of consular representative. It was presumed the Burkes had wangled this for him. Since then he has been in the thick of most controversies involving Mexicans, and Burke frequently appears as attorney for such of them as get into difficulties. want you to know I feel terribly sorry—and entirely responsible for all of this,” she began quietly. now, forget it. These things happen.” He was too tired to do—I kept egging you on—giving you to take chances...” you must be kinda crazy that guy in San Francisco.” What guy are you talking about? What did Stephani tell him, he made a couple of comments. All right. Now I'm going to be a couple of cracks. My brother Kay, and I met this Steerman and his brother Alex—last summer in New York. When they told out who we were, Alex gave the old Continental rush and hit her off her feet—they's just eighteen. I pleaded—did anything I could—but she's on way to San Francisco with now. They plan to be married tonight. I've got to stop them. Call my fault for letting her such people. I can't let her for my stupidity." "Damn!" A great load seemed from Jack's shoulders. "The look isn't particularly bright the moment, but if there's any piece of getting you to the ball before noon tomorrow I'll sit." If you see it?" Ann burst in at them, closely followed by Steerman. Then, realizing that had disturbed an importantversation, she stammered. "I'm the light. It came and went like a match. Do you suppose was Palmer?" (Continued on page 5) Papers also were taken out this week for another Third district supervisor candidate whose name was kept in the bag at the time. It may show up by the time this gets into print. Candidates for central committee in both parties are being lined up this week. There will be a full ticket from all districts. And thereby hangs a tale. INTERNAL FEUDS It used to be that places on the county central committee were not the subject of much competition. The “in” party was pretty well organized and solidified and the bosses controlled the committee without difficulty. The “out” party merely kept up the form of organization. It is somewhat different now. There is factional feeling in both parties and control is not so easily established. Under the surface it is not all serene, either with republicans, or democrats. When it comes time to organize the committees following the primary you can look for some internal warfare. The republicans of the county are by no means satisfied with the way things have gone in recent years. And the discontent between democrats groups has been in full evidence for two or three years past. THIS MAN LUCIO The development of the citrus pickers' strike has brought the name of Lucas Lucio into prominence again. He has a sort of title as consular representative at Santa Ana, under the Mexican consul in Los Angeles. He has been prominent in the trouble be- ional conduct in the employ of an "ambulance chaser." He finally managed to get exonerated. About that time Lucio pops out with the title of consular representative. It was presumed the Burkes had wangled this for him. Since then he has been in the thick of most controversies involving Mexicans, and Burke frequently appears as attorney for such of them as get into difficulties. Needless to say, Lucio is little loved by agriculturists and others who make the business wheels go around. The attitude assumed by him and his attorney—that of "protecting" the Mexicans from exploitation—is taken with a sizeable grain of salt—or salts. HYBRIDS UNPOPULAR The point of view already expressed in some of the weekly papers—that candidates who file in more than one party primary are unwelcome hybrids—is pretty well sustained among the old-time wheelhorses in both parties. They can't stomach the cross-breed idea in politics. To be sure, those who are favorable to Sam Collins are inclined to wink at the matter and laugh more or less openly about the one he put over two years ago. Some even will go so far as to predict that he could repeat the performance in the democratic primary this year. But those who are favorable are a dwindling number. Sam is not so popular as he was, though nobody has brought out a candidate to oppose him in the republican column. TOWNSENDISM With two or three out-and-out candidates for the democratic WASHINGTON SNAPSHOTS There was a new "fighting word" in Congressional offices as Congress drew today to its end. It was "rubber stamp." Say that to a legislator who is thinking of and preparing for his campaign, and you had better smile. The general attitude is one that has prevailed toward, and after, the close of several recent sessions of Congress. Docilely, the legislators have followed their leaders for months. But when one bill after another was jammed through with little debate and practically no amendments, constituents began to ask their representatives: "What's the big idea?" In the past, the answer was "emergency." It was necessary to do things, and big things, in a hurry, the Solons informed their questioners. This year, though, conditions have begun to improve and the legislators have been talking about the end of the depression. They no longer have the old alibi. Their only out now is to defend, to the last crossed T, every line in the bills they have voted for. That is rather difficult for many of them. All this session there were threats actually materialized in a big way once when the bonus payment bill was passed. But the leaders did not really oppose that. They privately thought that it was a smart thing to do in an election year. What worried leaders most was the difficulty in attempts to regain control of things Congress used to control. In the dim, distant past, no public buildings were erected and no flood control projects out Congressional approval. In numerous instances, there was not enough money available to finish the work. Consequently, requests were made for specific Congressional sanction and appropriations for some projects. The big relief bill this session included, for the first time in several years, the stipulation that no project could be started unless there was enough money available to finish it. The men who wrote that into the bill had particularly in mind works like Passamaquoddy tides-harnessing and Florida ship canal projects. These were started without Congressional approval or direct appropriations, and it looked for a time as though both would be stopped half-finished. Approval for the Florida ship canal finally was wrung from the Senate. However, the talk about the $34,000,000,000 deficit which is approaching made many members conscious of the millions which some of them felt had been wasted on the unfinished Passamaquoddy symphony. All is far from well around Soil Conservation headquarters. After the AAA's invalidation, the Soil Conservation program was rushed through and AAA officials said everything was sweetness and light. Suddenly, though, Chester Davis, who had been the AAA chief, went on a trip to Europe. Upon his return, he stayed in the Capital hardly long enough to unpack his bags. Then he departed for a western speaking tour. Davis said he will not resume nomination for congress, and two of three more who would like to be, Orange county came home from the Townsendite convention at Riverside Friday with its tail between its legs. Called to endorse a candidate, the convention handed the plume to Harry R. Sheppard, a San Bernardino county man who lives in the Yucaipa valley, a Townsend stronghold. Orange county candidates, as well as some of those from the other two counties, were on hand to see what was done. Some of them were hoping the Townsend lightning would strike them. Especially was this the case with Jas. L. Davis of Santa Ana. As we get it, a telegram from All this session there were threats actually materialized in a big way once when the bonus payment bill was passed. But the leaders did not really oppose that. They privately thought that it was a smart thing to do in an election year. What worried leaders most was the difficulty in attempts to regain control of things Congress used to control. In the dim, distant past, no public buildings were erected and no flood control projects started unless Congress specifically authorized them and appropriated the money for the work. Lately, however, many such projects have been started with Townsend himself advocated the endorsement of Davis, but there are politics in the Townsend organization as well as in all other groups, and the delegates were primed for Sheppard. He got 340 votes—more than all others put together. The inside dope is that considerable split has developed among the Townsendites. Not all of them are for a democrat in the first place. 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