oc-plain-dealer 1923-06-11

EDITORIAL AND FEATURES An Independent Newspaper Issued Every Afternoon Except Sunday Paul V. Hester Editor and Publisher TURKEY'S TRADE SOUGHT BY MANY POWERS Now that peaceful settlement of the controversy over Turkey is about to be reached, the powers of the world are laying plans to cultivate trade with that region. There is sure to be lively rivalry not to develop into serious controversies among the powers which are in keen quest of trade in that part of the world. Lying on the highway between Europe and Asia, Turkey is of great stragetic commercial importance. There are natural resources in Turkish territory which, old as that land is, have not been developed. Needs of the modern world are driving the more progressive nations to reach out to grasp undeveloped resources. Turkey is to be a ground of rivalry along this line. But that which should concern Europe and the world most profoundly in regard to Turkey is, to prevent its continuing to be a seat and source of war-breeding disputes. The Turks should be put under the most rigid bonds to behave themselves, and all the rest of Europe should be united to compel them, if need be, to behave. Furthermore, the other countries of Europe should cease their jealous quarrels over Turkey. Greatly as these things are to be desired, they are not reasonably to be expected—at least, not at present. There must be gradual evolution, it seems, to eliminate the racial prejudices, the suspicions, the ambitions, the greeds and the religious differences, which foment trouble frequently in the Near East. Middle West farmers are short of labor. This is the situation at every harvest time. The farm is having uphill business in trying to hold its labor away from the city. FASHION'S CRY FOR BLOOD When gentle woman, about four year ago, adopted the fashion of wearing furrs 365 days in the year, she gave the signal for the inauguration of the most stupendous slaughter the world ever has known. In some instances, when gentle woman draped a skin about her shoulders, as a tribute to style, she sentenced a whole species to extinction. The figures are appling. The pelts of fur-bearing animals taken by the fur trade in 1919, 1920 and 1921, numbered 95,745,437. The winter auctions of 1921 added enough more to grand total of 106. FASHION'S CRY FOR BLOOD When gentle woman, about four year ago, adopted the fashion of wearing fur 365 days in the year, she gave the signal for the inauguration of the most stupendous slaughter the world ever has known. In some instances, when gentle woman draped a skin about her shoulders, as a tribute to style, she sentenced a whole species to extinction. The figures are appling. The pelts of fur-bearing animals taken by the fur trade in 1919, 1920 and 1921, numbered 95,745,437. The winter auctions of 1921 added enough more to grand total of 106,000,000. Even this does not tell the whole and awful story of ruthless blood-letting that the fashion demanded, because the auction sales represented only a proportion of the animals destroyed. The sea otter, whose fur is the most beautiful known to the trade, is very close to extinction. A few years ago it crowded its habitat. Today the few that remain are being given tardy and, probably, ineffective protection. In three years only 76 of these animals gave their pelts to the market. Trappers could secure no more. Siberia, Australia, Canada and the United States are being swept clean of fur-bearing mammals at the present time. The finer animals already are so near extermination that trappers and furriers are now seeking and taking the lesser animals that four years ago were considered valueless as fur-bearers. Thousands of squirrels are being slaughtered. Over 50,000,000 mole skins found their way to market from 1919 to 1921, inclusive. Muskrat skins, once worthless, brought $7.50 apiece in 1920. Some 7,000,000 skunks and 4,500,000 ermine gave up their lives and hides, in the three years mentioned, in order that woman might be decorated. The peak of the killings was in 1919, but the present destruction is only 10 per cent, below the highest point. If the devotees of fashion do not relent, and that soon, fur-bearing animals quite the world over, will disappear entirely. Every fur scarf, every fur boa, every piece of fur-trimming, each and all are mute evidence that, somewhere, one or more animals did in blood that gentle woman might be in fashion. Every fur coat, great or small, tells the tale of sanguinary slaughter at the behest of gentle woman's style. Only a few years ago, fashion threatened the total extinction of our most beautiful birds. The law had to intervene in behalf of the birds, and it succeeded in saving a very few. Perhaps the law must stand forth once again and say that barbaric vanity shall no more claim red tribute from our sadly decinafed fur-bearers. Many drownings at beaches come from rank carelessness on the part of bathers. If everybody were reasonably careful there would be few tragedies of this kind. The franchise should be taken from the eligible voter who habitually neglects to vote. COMMENTS OF THE PRESS EDITORS ARE SAYING MR. HEARST NOMINATES MR. FORD (From the New York World) In a New Orleans interview Mr. Hearst says, that if the presidency "were to be settled by popular vote today, Henry Ford would be president". But he must run as an independent, because the machinery of both old parties "is in the hands of old-line re-actionaries" who can "prevent the nomination of the man they don't want—and that man is Henry Ford". MR. HEARST NOMINATES MR. FORD (From the New York World) In a New Orleans interview Mr. Hearst says, that if the presidency "were to be settled by popular vote today, Henry Ford would be president". But he must run as an independent, because the machinery of both old parties "is in the hands of old-line re-actionaries" who can "prevent the nomination of the man they don't want—and that man is Henry Ford". Mr. Hearst knows his subject. He has tried both methods. He has run as an independent for mayor of New York and he has dickered with the "old-line re-actionaries" of Tammany for a regular nomination for governor, with equally disastrous results. That he is now nominating for president the richest man in the world may be due in some measures to that experience. Mr. Hearst is a pretty rich man himself, according to the modest standards of the effete East, but his wealth is small change to that of the Michigan magician, and politics is expensive. A third-party candidacy for president by Mr. Ford would be to the country an interesting experiment, and to him an enlightening one. He would be classed as a barrel candidate because he has the barrle. It would be due to say that money has not figured largely in electing presidents; Chester A. Arthur, who later held that office, testified in 1881 that Indiana had been carried in 1880 by Republican "soap", with a hint at other states; and much later E. H. Harriman wrote that a fund he raised for Mr. Roosevelt "turned 50,000 votes" in New York City alone. Even with stricter laws against campaign profligacy, Mr. Ford's barrel sets the months of practical politicians a-watering. But no man was ever yet elected president on his own money, or because he had a great deal of it. So far, our first president was our richest. From Washington to Henry Ford is a long jump in years—and in some other respects as well. A "DELIGHTFUL SITUATION" In the performance of his duties the governor has found it necessary to "cut out" some of the "spending money", allowed certain departments in the "enjoyment" of their work and has had to "kick" some self-consited "leaders" out of public life. A cry of pain has gone up that the governor has left the schools to death. Bunk. The real friends of education may cast acquired, however, that it is not a capital operation to remove a wart. Let Dr. Richardson alone and he will remove all the warts and harmsles from the body politic and chloroform the cooties so that all departments may receive a clean bill of health and grow in renewed vigor and health. Taxpayers have blistered their hands and yelled all their throats are raw for it's the first inning they have had for dirty years. It is novel and refreshing to see a governor keep his pledge. It is so laugh. The situation is delightful—Ukiah, Dispatch-democrat. RES Sunday Publisher THE ORANGE COUNTY Plain Dealer ANY STILL "AT LIBERTY" GENT WITH BOLD FRONT WANTS JOB ON SOME PARTY PLATFORM REPUBLICAN NATIONAL CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS "WET" ISSUE "WET" ISSUE DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS "WET" ISSUE NEW YORK LETTER (Lucy Jeanne Price) NEW YORK, June 11.—Perhaps nature isn't so keen to have us return to her as we have assumed she was. Maybe among other things, she doesn't care for barefoot dancing upon her meadows. A group of graceful young women of this city who have been rehearsing for weeks for a series of out-of-door entertainments at country clubs and summer homes, have had to call off all plans just because of nature's resentment of that bare-footed intrusion upon her grass. The dress rehearsal of the dance was held in a woollen dell of Van Cortlandt Park, where a particularly attractive patch of green was selected. Now dancing teachers are not expected to be botanists and there was no way in which Paul Popolons, this instructor in Greek classic dancing could recognize poison ivy. Anyhow, there will be no dancing by this class during the coming summer and Mr. Popolous is keep busy explaining that Classic Greece didn't have such vindictive vegetation. New Yorkers have been offered an opportunity to show how very real is their New Yorkism. Any one of them who knows enough about this city to pick up some part of its flavor and write it into a song may win $1000. The finance committee of the city's Silver Jubilee has offered that sum for a song that approximates the New York atmosphere that was attained in "East Side, West Side," or in "Little Old New York." The old-time horse-drawn buggy had its revenge yesterday on this age of automobiles. It took considerable nerve on somebody's party to drive such a buggy through the heart of Manhattan, right through Forty-second street, past the Grand Central Station. But he did it and succeeded in tying up the whole machinery of New York's traffic system at the height of the rush hour. The thin front wheel of the buggy slipped into the trolley slot and it was all off. Policemen and street railway employees toiled and sweated while thousands gathered to gaze at the sight. And the shades of all the horses of the past twenty years laughed in unison. The old-time horse-drawn buggy had its revenge yesterday on this age of automobiles. It took considerable nerve on somebody's party to drive such a buggy through the heart of Manhattan, right through Forty-second street, past the Grand Central Station. But he did it and succeeded in tying up the whole machinery of New York's traffic system at the height of the rush hour. The thin front wheel of the buggy slipped into the trolley slot and it was all off. Policemen and street railway employees toiled and sweated while thousands gathered to gaze at the sight. And the shades of all the horses of the past twenty years laughed in unison. No theatrical production, from a mystery play to new art symbolism, could help being funny with May Vokes in it. "Cold Feet" is neither of these; in fact, it is pretty much of a farce. But it is funnier because of May Vokes than any farce could be without her. It's a "summer season" play, but it's exceedingly enjoyable. No profession or ability lacks the pride of its followers. I've known people who were tremendously proud of the fact that they "could see no air on the movies" and right here in New York a lot of pride is given over to people who can boast that they "can get all the liquor they want right along." So there is undoubtedly nothing amazing in Frank Cappuccio. His reputation was a trifle more disastrous than some others, however. Frank, who is sixteen years old, had several detectives quite stricken with compunction over the thought that they had arrested him for burglary. He was so small and wizened that he seemed unequal to jumping up to a first floor window all. But indignant at their double, Frank took them to a house which he tried, was the last he had robbed, and pointing to an iron-barred windows asked if they thought it was burglar proof. They did. Frank promptly swarmed up the wall, insinuating its associated body between the bars and wriggled through. The detectives were convinced and locked him up. It was an intriguing story of civilization and wild jungles which Mrs. Helen T. Galge brought back to New York on the liner Santa Luise this week. Accompanied by her husband, Henry T. Galge, professor at the University of Michigan, Mrs. Galge had gone into the wilderness of the Chiriqui province in Central America, searching for specimens of insect and bird life. She caught her shotgun in the underbrush and it exact telegraph station forty miles away and from there the ploded, seriously injuring her. A native was sent to the near-aviation station at Panama was wired for help. Three planes started immediately and one of them carried Mrs. Galge back to Panama to the hospital, where her life was saved. MONDAY, JUNE ELEVENTH, 1923 Subscription Rate—In No. Orange co. Per Yr. $3; 6 Months, $1.75 Entered at the Postoffice at Annheim, Calif., as 2nd class matter. PARAGRAPHS Philanthropy is the business of giving it back to the people you took it from. The paths of glory lead to the paying teller's wjudow. A materialist is a man who takes down a greater profit than yours in spite of all you can do. A col summer won't be an unmixed calamity. There won't be so many jokes about summer furs. Getting sophisticated is just a slow process of eliminating the things you can enjoy. At any art the Pulitzer prizes occasionally call attention to works that might otherwise escape notice. The more we read about China, the less we worry about Japan's effort to monopolize it. A sucker is a man who believes everything. A grouch is a man who doesn't any more. If this thing keeps on, only an M.D. with a prescription pad can qualify to command a liner. Up to the time of going to press, none of the undeveloped peoples had begun a six-day dance contest. That horse man who says, "a car doesn't quiver with affection under the touch of your hand," knows little about jitneys. 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