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of common sense. Yet Garner looks like the man who might do it.

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Those who know him well say that Garner thinks our farm relief program is visionary, impractical, and a failure; that our labor laws and their administration are just as bad; that excessive and punitive taxation is one of the things that has stifled business and prevented investment in employment lines; that we can no more spend our way . out of depression than we can drink ourselves out of a drunk; that you cannot cure a case of industrial prostration by hitting the patient over the head with a hatchet every time he looks up; that crackpot schemes by crackpot men had better be put on the shelf with the cold pie; and common sense Americanism, embodying the time-honored attributes of thrift, econorny, honesty, and pay-as-we-go, and encouraging industry, initiative, investment, and capital, had better be recalled as rapidly as possible.

And I say "Amen !" ""a ;" ,lon" an"a the reports from most Washington sources are well founded, and that John Garner is out in the open to fight for old-fashioned Americanism, and all that it used to stand for. A wise man named Cicero once said: "Mfi do not realize how great a revenue thrift is." Certainly our United States of today has totally forgotten it. Congress was told the other day that debt is not really debt, but INVESTMENT. We have not been throwing away our billions, we've been investing them! Tell that to your bookkeeper, and see if he doesn't phone for the doctor. No balancing of budget! No holding down of expenses. Just spend, spend, spend! No economy. No saving. I tried to master that ..debt is investment" thing, and it completely floored me. Its predicates point one way, its conclusions another, and its syllogisms are just plain daffy. It must have been evolved by men who believe more in a minute than they could prove in a year. It is as evasive, uncertain, and difficult to pin down, as a cake of soap in a warm bath.

I was not surprised that Garner jumped on Wallace of Agriculture. This man Wallace is a well-meaning dreamer. He used to do his dreaming under the Republican banner in his native state of Ioway. Those who knew him there will lay you six, two,, and even that he couldn't run a forty acre farm on the richest land in Ioway, and stay out of th'e:hands of the sheriff a year. Garner has spent his life iti''a fitt. agricultural district, where farming means farmit g.. When Garner speaks of a farmer he means one of thrise oldr-fashioned boys who get up at the crack of dawn; agitate the turgid udder of a dehorned cow until no drop is left or wasted; harvest the succulent roasting ear; make the boll weevil wish that he had been born a butterfly; one to whom the job of trailing blithely in the wake of a keen-cutter plow from morning till night is something to thank a kindly God for. fle doesn't believe in the farmer who lies abed till nine in the morning because the Government is sending him cash to let his land lie idle; aqd the hired man who used to help with that idle land, stays on relief. r believe John Garner;"; tJ." n"r,;"rnin Franklin did; and Ben was good enough for me. He taught that ,.a dollar saved is a dollar earned," not that a dollar spent is a dollar invested. We ought to put a copy of "Poor Richard's Almanac" into the hands of every child in America, and tell him to soak it up, and incorporate it into his consciousness. God forbid that we teach our children that economy and thrift are foolish, that debt is investment, and that paying our debts is silly.

And while I've spent ; ;; time on one Texan, let me mention another who is very much in the limelight right now. f mean Congressman Martin Dies of the Committee investigating un-American activities. Perhaps it would help your opinion on the matter if you knew something about this young man. I know him and his family. Get this ! Martin Dies is a chivalrous and knightly young Southern gentleman, with as fine a background as any living American. Behind him are generatio,ns of culture, refinement, education, intelligence, and first-degree Americanism. His folks are as fine and admirable a people as live in this land, and he splendidly represents the best traditions of his family. He is honorable, loyal, courageous, highly intelligent, and intensely patriotic. He is trying his best to do something for this land he loves, and don't you doubt it for a minute, Mister Reader ! Sam Jones used to say: "ff you throw a rock into a pack of hounds, it's the hit dog that squeals." And don't you doubt that it's true in this case! It's the hit folks that have been sqr""iing. And the squealing hasn't started good yet. Wait till Martin Dies gets really to throwing rocks ! Martin Dies rises above the level of his critics in every way that you can measure a man, like the fashing rays of the morning sun rise above a flickering lantern. When I read of some of the strange mendicants of doubtful background who harre rushed into the public prints to offer gratuitous insult to this splendid young man, my blood boils. And finally when one political chameleon who has established a national reputation for calling people crude names, called the reporters in to hear him heap his bile upon Martin Dies, I could only take refuge in the words of a very eloquent Texan of bygone days, Senator Joseph Weldon Bailey, when he once exclaimed: "Great God ! lVitness this spectacle ! Flere's a dirt-dauber plucking an eagle !"