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Too bad the following cannot be printed and inserted in everY worker's pay check every pay daY: "The only way you can ever GET more for your wages, is to GIVE more for your wages."

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The housing dilemma continues to dominate the headlines. We strain at a gnat and swallow a camel, as is usually the case with weak humans. To solve the housing shortage is siinple. All we need to do is ship all the Communists, the pro-Communists, political pinks, and the army of fellow travelers to Russia on a one-way ticket. Then there will be room and to spare, for all good Americans.

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Solving the shortage of office sface for business people is another simple one. All we've got to do is close all the Federal government emergency offices all over the land. Then there will be room and surplus room for legitimate business offices that produce something. :|<*:8

"I honor the man who is ready to sink, Half his present repute for the freedom to think; And when he has thought, be his course good or weak, Will risk what is left for the freedom to speak."

Georgia has the t e"dtinls. :":" wag has remarked that he is in favor of two cars in every garage two chickens in every pot, and two governors in every state. ***

Bugs Baer, making political comment' says there was nothing surprising about the way the New Deal kept itself in office; that with only a few of the billions they spent for power purposes he would guarantee to win a beauty contest for a hiPPoPot"*ot. * * *

A big New Dealer told a press conference that in spite of the November elections, they stitl hold a whip handthe courts. tle wasn't kidding. Since 1932, 231 Federal Judges have been appointed, and of that number only 17 were Republicans. And Federal Judges, you know, are not easy to dislodge.

"Another plague has been sent upon Egypt," as it was in ye olden times. Old Harold Ickes is now a syndicated columnist. Think of the effrontery of the man ! Never a success in any line of endeavor, he first married wealth, and then became a New Dealer. So now he issues advice to all foolish enough to read his column. Logically he gropes among the intellectual everglades. But, as always, mud he throws with visor.

I have an Irish friend who has framed in bright fashion on the wall in front of his desk, his favorite poem' which goes: "When Greeks and Romans all wore tails, And banqueted on bugs and snails, Who ruled like Kings in golden valesTHE rRrsH."

Thg great British statesman, Disraeli, was once twitted in parliamentary debate about his Jewish ancestry' His reply lives in history. He said: "Yes, I am a Jew. And in days of old when YOUR forefathers were living in caves, dressed in the skins of wild beasts, eating raw meat, and knowing no God, MY forefathers were living in the palaces of Kings, dressed in the royal purple' afld giving thanks to the Most High God on Mount Moriah."

A friend wants to know what passage in my scrapbook I consider the greatest compliment ever paid to woman' Undoubtedly it was that inspired passage in which Wm' Shakespeare said: "Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite varietY."

She was not the lady, however, who wore a big hat to the theatre where Ken Murray was on the stage creating laughter. A man behind her said: "Lady, please remove yo,r, h"t so I can see Ken Murray." And she answered: i'That's all right. I'll leave it on. You just laugh when I do't' * 'r i<

Strange how a thought gets around. Innumerable times in the last few months friends have written in to tell me a piece of Chinese philosophy, each thinking he would be thi first to hand it to me. I like it. It says: "Enjoy life now ! It may be later than you think !"

Not long ago I read where the British Scotland Yard was "aghast" at the violence of a crime wave that swept over London during the week-end. It seems that two holdups and three robberies with violence took place there in that time. During that same period of time, here was the crime report for the city of Chicago, in the good old U.S.A.: five murders, 26 robberios, 28 burglaries, l0 assaults, 57 larcenies, 63 auto thefts, one rape case, one attempted rape case, one hit-and-run driver *case.

Have you noticed that while .we rise and sing "The Star (Continued on Page 10)

(Continued from Page 8) Spangled Banner" on all patriotic occasions, we no longer sing, and few of us remember, the third verse. Do you ? It goes:

"And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war and the battles confusion, A home and a country would leave us no more? Their blood has wiped .la al.tl foul footsteps pollution."

It was our good friends and allies, the British, that that verse was talking about. Because of it, many Americans of British leaning, always choose "America" as the song for patriotic occasions, rather than the other. **>k

An economic authority says that back in the days when Ford workers got five dollars a day wages, most of them could afford to buy and own Ford cars. But that today, with wages high, it is unlikely that the average Ford worker will be able to buy and support new Ford cars. High costs, reduced efficiency, and scarce and expensive materials, is the answer. The same is plobably true of many other commodities. Again proving that it isn't the number of dollars in a wage envelope; it's the buytng Power' * * d.

Was reading the other day about one of our baseball stars getting a salary of $30,000 a year, the same amount that Babe Ruth used to get long ago. The difference is that when Babe got his eighty thousand he only paid ten thousand income tax, while the man getting the same salary today pays oirt considerably more than half of it for income tax.

We all like to have our opinions approved by others. The other day I was reading a review of a new musical movie by a much respected newspaper critic, and said: "Then Frank Sinatra croaked 'Old Man River."' That shot got me. Because that's how Sinatra's singing sounds to me. Seems to me his reputation and earning is one of the greatest demonstrations of advertising in history. I read in some paper that he grosses more than a million dollars a yearTo my taste he is a very ordinary singer, a very bad movie actor, and a most amateurish radio performer. Press agents did it. They named him "The Voice," probably because he had so little. And they developed the bobby sox angle; and that did the work. Thousands of silly children squealed when he sang; and his fortune was made. Advertising does strange things.

Time was when the word "politics" meant more than it does now, when "politician" has come to be almost a term of reproach. It used to meair more than just the vulgar pursuit of place and power. Time was when it was consid- ered one of the noblest of sciences, the governing of men, the upbuilding of our common heritage. Think you it will ever enjoy so noble a meaning again? Love of country is the noblest emotion of the human mind. Therefore the sclence of nation building and government construction should in its truest sense, be the finest of sciences. But today it is far from that.

Bob Burns, radio comic from the Ozarks, met more than his match in humor recently. He filed with the General Land Office in Washington a claim under the Homestead Act for 160 acres of LAND ON THE MOON. The office wrote him back courteously and apparently seriously, advising him that when the land on the moon is available for homesteading they would file his claim in front of all others, but in the meantime reminded him of the following things: First, a claimant under the Homestead Act must certify by affidavit that he has personally examined the land and is familiar with its characteristics; that he must immediately build a house on it; that he must start main" taining a residence on it within six months; that he must start tilling the soil by the second year; and that he must certify.that the land is suitable for agricultural purposes. ***

Noticing the hodge-podge of stuff I write in this column, one of the queries I continually get is-"What do YOU read, yourself?" The answer, of course, is, I read like I write. I read a mixture, an unholy mixture you might say. My every day and every night reading is a mad sort of hash ranging all the way from Bible to buncombe, from bile to benevolence, from gall to godliness, from history to hysteria, from the heights of ancient history to the depths of modern slang. I draw the line at popular novelsNever read one. Too many of them and too few of me. Most of thern are sordid trash of the Forever Amber persuasion. I love history, philosophy, wit, humor, adventure when well written, and particularly, eloquence and oratory. I read and mix them all. I cordially despise fireside drama, and can't swallow a line of sob stuff. I have two years reading piled up alongside of my reading chair right now. I shall never, of course, catch up with the things I want to read. As I read, I make notes, I write, I re-write, and whisper-I steal, just as all writers since the dawn of time have done. Yes, that one thing I have in common with great writers. What I like, I take.

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Austin Stafford, formerly with San Pedro Luurber Co., is now manager of the Williams-Wenholz Lttmber Co., Bellflower, Calif. He was manager of San Pedr,r Lurnber Company's Whittier yard before entering the arnred serr-ices and on his discharge returned to that colrlpanv as shipping clerk.