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F'rom all the fools who went before, I learned a \porld of wit, For over wisdom's darkest door Some fool a lamp had lit. Ye shun, O sages overwise, Experience's school; And lose the lore for which he dies, Gained by some gallant fool.

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Read the following the other day. When Hitler was making one of his dramatic speeches a couple of months ago, he shouted: "We will fight on and on until Germany dominates the world!" And a woman near the front of the audience slreamed hysterically"WITH \VHOSE SONS?" She is in a concentration camp no$r. ***

In 1918 Rudyard Kipling wrote: "There are just two kinds of people in the world-Germans and human beings -and the more Germans we kill, the better off the human beings will be." As I write these lines those same Ger, mans Kipling was talking about are giving a lot of human beings a bitter foretaste of hetl.

An old German peasant, when asked what he thought about Hitler, replied: "Well, he has done one thing for us; he has freed us from our liberties." And a scholarly friend of mine calls my attention to the fact that such a statement was NOT made jokingly or even critically. "History will tell you," said my friend, "that not only for generations and centuries, but away back through the ages as far as you can trace the German blood, they have always known and loved a master. When they tried Democracy a few years back, they made a poor job of it, because they didn't understand it, or like it. They want to be told what to do, and they follow orders marvelously. But they don't want independencei or freedom." ***

The history books bear out that statement. And yet it is well to remember in these days of bitterness against the Nazi, what magnificent people the German-American citizens in this country are, and what splendid patriots and lovers of Democracy they unquestionably make. If f were to name the finest specimens of Americans I know personally, I would promptly place at the top of that list various of my life-long friends of German blood in the State of Texas. The need of a master, so painfully evident in Germann has certainly not manifested itself in them. Some of the most blessed treasures I hold in life are the friendships of various men and women of German origin whom I have known always. Grand and honorable men! Noble women ! Inspirational citizens ! t(t<*

Recently the headlines told of investigation by the Dies Committee of certain members of the movie colony who were accused of being Reds. There are some things I can get through my thick skull, but here is one proposition that absolutely stumps me. How some guy with the mentality of a truck driver and the top earning capacity of about twenty bucks a week in any other walk of life except the screen, but who makes thousands of dollars a week in his present profession, can deliberately plot to wreck a system that lifts him from a punk to a prince, is just naturally too much for me to sawy. Naturally the movie colony is loaded down with screwballs, but I don't see how even a screwball can be that screwy.

Which brings up again one of my favorite peeves-movie salaries. I asked one of the brightest men I know just the other day why he almost never went to a picture show, and he said it was because he hated to be a contributor to the infamous movie salary racket; paying thousands of dollars a week to a world of people who neither earn nor deserve it, and whose earning ability outside the movies would be much less than they now pay their servants. While I buy plenty of moving picture tickets, I feel the same way about it. It is the most oven-paid business in the world. If movie compensation could be made to compare with that in other lines of effort or business, theatre tickets that now cost fifty cents, would be somewhere between ten and twenty. And the public has an interest in that, and a very live interest. Every time I see some gal who would otherwise be behind sorne ribbon counter, pulling down thousands of bucks a week for her screen efforts; or some guy getting still more thousands as a "producer" who should properly be handling the business end

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