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aCe: a so are are he. Millions tine of for has from PAGE FOUR THE MANSFIELD NEWS-JOURNAL SATURDAY, AUGUST 24, 1935 Mansfield News-Journal THE MANSFIELD NEWS AND MANSFIELD JOURNAL AN INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER The Mansfield Newa, Founded by Cappeller, 1, 1885. Published Daily Except Sunday Woe Mansfield Journal Co. Office: Fourth and Walnat, Ohio. Phone: Canal 4951.

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Drive carefully tomorrow--the Mansfield hospital is crowded. The final days of August appear determined to settle down to nice June weather. At the present writing there appears to be some doubt as to whether buttermilk or lifelong Republicanism is the greatest contributor to longevity. Get the License Number. HIT-SKIP DRIVERS, the most repugnant of all motorists, enjoy the advantage given by the frequent failure of accident witnesses to observe and make note of the license number of the car in which the culprit drives hurriedly away.

Attention is called to the oversight by a Mansfield police officer who has often been confronted with this obstacle to capture of a driver who leaves the scene quickly after causing an accident. "If more people would think to report the license numbers in such cases," said the officer, "we would have a much better chance to trace hit-skip drivers." One instance of alertness in securing and reporting the license number of a hit-skip driver came to light within the past week when a Mansfield woman following a recklessly driven car south on Lexington avenue witnessed its collision with another car at the corner of Mendota and Lexington avenue. She tells of following the fleeing, and still recklessly driven, car three miles out Lexington road, until she was ciose enough to see the license number, which she reported to the highway patrol and to the police department. Identity of the car owner was thus disclosed. Time for Mentioning Names.

indication of the swift flight of time is the ANOTHER it is already regarded as none too early to start mentioning prospective candidates for state offices next year. Among those coming in for early mention for the Republican nomination as governor is John W. Bricker, present attorney general and former member of the state public utilities commission. At a meeting of Lorain county Republicans this week Mr. Bricker was introduced by the chairman as a man upon whom "the people of Ohio have conferred a great honor and I feel that they have still a greater honor in store for him." When State Senator Philip Wolfe, of Mansfield, was introduced at the same meeting, he greeted the attorney general as "Governor Bricker" which carried forward the general idea that appears to have been in the minds of many Ohio Republicans for the past several years.

While it may be entirely too early for forecasts it is nevertheless interesting to note that the political ball continues roll. Van Fleet, of The Marion Star. few Mansfield people knew George H. COMPARATIVELY Fleet, whose death-at the age of 71-occurred at his home in Marion this week. Yet the name of George Van Fleet was as well known in Marion through the past forty years as was the name of Stokes Hiestand in Mansfield--and in identically the same connection.

In Marion it was George Van Fleet, editor of The Star, in Mansfield it was Stokes Hiestand, editor of The Newsjust as in Marion it was Warren Harding, publisher of The Star, and here it was William Cappeller, publisher of The News. Newspaper history in Mansfield and Marion ran for many years in strangely parallel courses, early ups and downs occurring in odd coincidence and later successes seeming to be paced one by the other. There was similarity, too, in the careers of George Van Fleet and Stokes Hiestand, each of whom grew to the handling of ever-increasing responsibilities and each content to remain throughout their active years amid the familiar surroundings in which they made their start in newspaper work--each familiarly greeted as "Van" or in the communities where they "knew everybody" and everybody knew them--and happy in the work which each did well. Retail Sales Tax Under Fire. 'THE executive council of the Federation of Labor makes strong plea for abolishing all state sales taxes as soon possible.

President William Green, supporting such action, says: "These taxes down upon the heavily laboring people, They transfer burden of relief to the poor. even to the dollars are being collected from The 3 per cent retail sales emergency measure intended this year. is entirely likely to tax. enacted in Ohio as an to be in effect only through be continued indefinitely unless further steps are taken toward governmental economy than now appear probable. The amazing profligacy with which taxpayers' money is being wasted by agencies of government, unless curbed, will not only make necessary a continuance of the obnoxious sales tax but will render it necessary to find other sources of additional taxes, all of which must, directly or indirectly, hit those least able to pay.

Timely Health Warning. by Health Commissioner Hanson against the WARNING of drinking contaminated water is timely and should serve to make everyone more careful about the water they drink. Inclination among vacationers and picnickers to drink from ary available source of water supply is dangerousmade more so by recent heavy rains. The suggestion that all water from questionable sources be boiled is a good one. Epidemics of typhoid fever have frequently been traced to impure water sources.

With McIntyre In New York -By 0. 0. McINTYRE seems to have professional night owls since Ben De Casseres became domesticated by marriage and James Hunker slipped over the horizon. There are, of course, roystering stay-outs, But mostly college boys on the loose, gamblers, chiselers, sundry pickthanks. But none of the who loved night for its alone.

lubilants, The good fellows of the stein song whose tables were the forums of philosophic debate, earnest pleadings for causes, all spiced with cultured nonsense. For those of us who love after dark it's a sad omission. Thinkers have night to despoilers, surrendered. footpad and badger-worker. Once the forlorn midnight Magdalen with the softness of daybreak in her eyes inspired our fleeting comNow the type has become passion.

hard-bitten, impertinent hussy inspiring only our hastening step. In the metropolitan vastness I known not a single nocturnal niche that is not shrieking of jazz or roaming with undraped ladies. Not a sanctuary without It8 hatsnatching Tarzans or chair-pulleruppers whispering of "sure things." Not a spot where one may drop in and relax into a rosy dawn. No Jack's, no Joe's. Indeed I sometimes become alarmed over the scum that seems to congeal conversation that once had such a dazzle and unwinking brightness.

A lassitude has crept in, a sort of all-gone hopelessness that nothing matters. man "A extend himself in verbal brillianto drive home a point and be rewarded with a yawning "So Atrouthe that forward used little to lunching flourish around town have wilted, vanished. It does not matter what one says. what one does, when one goes to bed or gets up. TThe aim is to while the time.

MONG the places where noonAn hour palaver used to be in constant spout, the old Claridge grill had no rival, and has none now. The excess of chatter and laughter often halted the sidewalk passers by. There were the George Cohan table, the Willie Collier table, the Nat Goodwin table and 50 on. I think it was Leonard Merrick on his visit who thought it "livelier at noontime than Maxim's at midnight." I once saw a waiter with a well-filled tray, caught in the backwash of a joke while passing a table, turn and rush for the pantry entrance where he appeared to have collapsed with an opera bouffe crash. Cater-cornered at the Astor, too, was a airy irresponsibiliay at luncheon time.

Lunchers called across the room to arrivals. No one was sacrosanct in the rough bandinage that flew from table to table. Once heard Belasco twigged for his trick collar and--there being nothing to do- smiled. Broadway was then swollen with delightful ego. Producers often had press agents in pairs.

The world's supply of superiority, complex Circle and was cached Herald Square. No actor considered himself merely good. He knew he was great. And who can say he was not? For indeed many of those boasters are now in Hollywood enjoying a luxury they never dreamed. have heard real artiscoexists with the sort of narcissnarcissism peculiar to the stage.

The vainest players are almost invariably those occupying the star dressing rooms. And telling the producer to go jump in the lake! The other day I received a typical note from an actor. Said he: "Thanks for the puff. I de. serre it and a million more." An amusing jot this morning.

too. from harum-scaram who has been hitting the high spots: "Am fat. sassy and riding for a fall but achy worry! Conan Doyle says you only lire twice." And somehow it amuses me to hear that Watterson Rothacker and Winnie Shechan are putting eight-foot fences around their Hidden Fallen ranches to keep the deer out. An hour Hollywood. too.

A Scotch friend in New Mexico, from his ranch, makes the tarantula as harmless as the house fly. At least the American variety. He was once billeted on the west coast of Africa and lived in dread of them. But he says his lawn is spotted with tarantula holes and his barefoot youngsters ignore them. lie studied their biteg and their after effects and has never known a instance where someone bitten suffered the slightest inconvenience, I'm glad the column is In the last lap of the home stretch.

just glanced at the back page of a magazine an dit featured an ad a "panorama camera." Panorama camera! I've already started mumbling and they may be testing my knee jerks by night. Copyright 1933. Here and There GOVERNOR DAVEY contends the New Deal "needs horse sense instead of college profesfavors the horse but not the buggy. Let's hope that some of that "must" legislation was not too badly mussed. It's getting so Summer is remindful of the remark made by a passenger on a fast train: a nice little town we're to--wasn't it" coming According to Dr.

Tugwell. American politics are paved with good intentions' -probablv using a surplus from the destination. There was quick awakening from dreams of chain letter wealth--but New Deal fantasies are still extant, Let's see, what ever happened to that idea of "popularizing the sales tax?" CHUGGING RIGHT ALONG BY RIGHTS, IT OUGHT "TO STOP NEW DEAL THEORIST PUT PUT I PUT BUSINESS PROCESSING ECONOMIC GADGETS Will Rogers Dead! I Don't Believe It. THEY say Will Rogers is dead. I don't believe it! That spirit of his licked torr many important things to ever be beaten by a bit of broken timber or twisted steel.

Funny how I met himover a "hot dawg." But if the man himself is great enough, you can get the quality of his spirit as well over a shared sandwich A8 in a conference of nations. One or the other it was all the same to him. For it was all Once Overs -By J. J. MUNDY Distrust Makes Many Worthy Friendships Impossible.

TOO BAD that you have 'lost confidence in practically everyone. Your experiences may be to blame and may have changed you from a most unsuspecting, credulous person to 50- phisticated, distrustful human being. Nearly everyone has had dealings with deceitful, persons. It should you bitter. In some instances, perhaps, you were a little to blame.

You presented such a gullible front; you were such an easy mark. You gave encouragement to those who took advantage of you. The world is full of those who stand ready to take advantage of the frank and artless persons who come their way. It is not difficult to assume an appearance of not being ily taken in and at the same time not become so skeptical that you doubt everybody. Distrusting everyone is a deplorable habit which robs you of much pleasure.

You cannot enjoy friendship with even those whose principles and motives are above reproach because you are afraid to trust them. At present, there is not enough faith in humanity. Any person who presented a plan for the good of humanity is believed to have some personal interest. AS OTHERS SEE IT Safety Zone. Huey Long must have imagined somebody plotted to kill him.

Clowns are never assassinated.Toledo Blade. No Intermissions, You can't fool all of the people all the time, but somebody is trying it all the -Savannah News, TODAY IS- Saturday, Aug. 24: St. Bartholomew's Day. Flag day in Liberia.

Zodiac sign: Virgo. Birthstone: sardonyx. DAILY BIBLE THOUGHT NEITHER POVERTY NOR RICHES: Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches: feed me with food convenient for me. --Proverbs 30: 8. life, And life was Will Rogers'; specialty.

had never met him. But somebody said he was around, and wished I might. Who didn't? It was at the Democratic convention in Chicago. Sizzling hot. I had just clawed my way out of the press box, through that goshawful crowd looking for chow.

Suddenly, when I least exit. pected there came that drawl of his, slipping over my shoulder like a friendly fist, and following it, his towsled, quizzical face, 'Lo, Elsie! How about 8 dawg?" We grinned -grabbed. Then, sinking his teeth into his lunch he reckoned he wanted to know about those bonus boys I had been writing up. Were things really that bad? They were. They were worse.

As I talked, the grin faded from his face. He didn't say muchjust on chawing, mopping sweat, chawing. grunting now and then. But I I've never seen such pity welling up in hitman flesh. Most of 118, when we start to showing our feelings, make a mess of it.

We've too many layers for kindness to struggle through--layers of suspicion, or self pity, or conceit the mask we've built to hide ourselves from life. But with Will Rogers it was like looking at a little child. There, he shining was, out, with naked. the Free truth of of any pretence. You had a queer feeling that he was free, even, of his own body--just wore one around as a concession to public opinion.

Lt. the time people were millA ing around, shoving, nudging, pointing at him. the big fellows as curious as the little ones. Every few seconds some partieularly big shot would yell at him, or shake his hand. He was easily the biggest human interest item there.

And. not being an idiot, he probably knew it. But it didn't touch him. I mean that literally. You could actaully see that he--the real man--was apart from it all.

There sat his body, that "hot little when chewing, they breathed too hard down his neck grinning absently when the crowned heads saluted. But he. himself. was completely detached. His heart was down at Anaconda with those poor.

sufof success just a faint. childfering devils. And this business this ish uproar he had left far behind as he had left the memory of the hard times, as well: the brutality and unfairness he must have had 10 meet on his long trail. And it came to me that here was what Kipling was thinking about when he wrote: "If you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two imposters just the had met them both--good times and bad, fair dealing and foul but none of it had ever trapped him. He had come through whole.

with nothing riding him. Arthur Brisbane, who loved him, touched the reason for it: when he wrote: "The word fear wasn't in his vocabulary." "Triumphs and -the two greatest tests life has to offer. Neither one of them had been able to get him down. Up Letters From Our Readers Tells of "Hit-Skip" Incident. Editor News-Journal: Your recent editorial on "Nine Boys and a was splendid.

I hope parents wil stress the incident to boys and girls everywhere. However, what can be expected of the youth of the country, when brazen disrespect of law is stantly being displayed by drivers of mature years? On Sunday evening Aug. 18. I witnessed a serious disregard for law. A dark coupe bearing the license number N-999 preceding me south on Lexington avenue, suddenly increased its speed, swerved to the wrong side of the street, side-swiped a large car belonging to M.

L. Folmer, of this city, throwing his little son from the seat, causing all four occupants of the car distress from shock, which might easily have been worse, to say nothing of the damage to Mr. Folmer's car. The impact threw the offending car clear and the driver took advantage of it and stepped on the gas. I chased him nearly three miles south on Lexington avenue before I could safely get near enough to he absolutely sure of his license I number.

In that distance he was What One Man Thinks -By DAVID GIBSON Interest is the power by which wealth congests. of newspaper can be judged by what it The honesty a doesn't print. All these new tax measures, Federal and state, -propose and merchandizing and to the reward of soaking industry the Astors and their likes. D. "PROCESSION," (Macmillan) by R.

D. B. of (Ralph honor in Blumenfeld), has the non-fiction place current book reviews. It is a series of 55 short sketches, his impressions of publie characters in his 50 years of journalism including Lloyd George and Buffalo Bill. None of these are more than four pages, every line is inand the introduction is a literary work of art.

teresting Future history and biography of reference the past to two this book generations for will not be written without truthful impressions. Mr. Blumenfeld is an American who has lived and worked in England for more than 40 years. Born and reared in Watertown, he came into newspaper work first as an Associated Press telegrapher, became next in editorial authority to James Gordon Bennett on the old New York Herald, went to London to first introduce American journalism on Lord Northeliffe's Daily News and later as the editor of Lord Beaverbrook's Daily Express--now the largest daily circulation in world. He is not a British subject, although the government granted him the right of suffrage by special dispensation.

Ralph D. Blumenfeld is one of the most influential men of his time in Great Britain, through his writing in the London Daily Express, his ability as a public speaker and the confidence in which he is held by public men of all parties. He has contributed much to the order of the most orderly people of this earth. By ELSIE ROBINSON on a throne, or down in the mud, the result was always the same for Will Rogers. He would grin in that friendly, shy way of hisshake himself a bit as if he was getting rid of something--and then be on his way, And I'm thinking it's that way today.

Dead? Not he! Just interrupted, And somewhere, I bet, he's shuffling along, grinning at the show as he always did--killing time till his Betty catches up to him, and wishing she wouldn't cry. So long, old boy. We will be seeing you, Looking Back TWENTY YEARS AGO TODAY Tuesday, August 24, 1915. Mansfield was "all agog" over filming of local photoplay, with Georgia Edwards as star (chosen in contest) and Glenn Dobbs as leading man. Annual News outing was held at Luna-Casino park.

Oster eircus and balloon ascension were features. Comment: "Occasionally a young man who takes part in amateur theatricals manages to live it (Seldom). Mr. and Mrs. W.

C. FitzSimmons and son left on motor trip through Michigan. New law banned "third degree" mistreatment of prisoners. Jacob Balliett moved from 218 South Diamond street into new home on Brinkerhoff avenue. J.

W. Rusk Construction company received large new concrete mixer. George W. Mellor, 78, Civil war veteran, died. Twenty Years Ago Tomorrow Wednesday, August 25, 1915.

Mrs. B. L. Chase moved from 169 Marion avenre into her new home on Carpenter read. C.

P. Ross and W. G. Cappeller were spending the day in Marion, Annual reunion of Bowers family was held at Willard MeCullough home. Party was given on fifth birthday anniversary of Richard Campbell.

Miss Bernice Robinson and Howard Daubenspeck were married by Rev. J. E. Comer. H.

M. Ruhl of Bellville was reelected for a five-year term on the Richland county school board. Prof. E. T.

S. Cliffe was called to Akron by the illness of his mother. William Francis Bernard, of Buffalo, N. was here to deliver a series of Socialist lectures. Wilbur Dickson was injured by fall while working at sewage disposal plant, FIVE YEARS AGO TODAY Sunday, Aug.

24, 1930. Sons were born to Mr. and. Mrs. Rudolph Geresh and Mr.

and Mrs. William R. Griffith. Marriage license was issued in probate court to Miller Burton and Birdie Thomas. Mrs.

Alta F. Inks, 58, sister of Carry Andrews, Mansfield, died at her home in Green Valley, Knox county. Mr. and Mrs. John Weil and daughter, Marie, returned from vacation spent in LesCheneaux Isles, Mich.

Employes of American Railway Express company held annual picnic at Kelley park in Crestline. Mrs. Anna Gomoll, 47, wife of Frank Gomoll, died at her home in Galion. James Anderson of Mansfield was cut and bruised in bile collision near Galion, Five Years Ago Tomorrow Monday, Aug. 25, 1930.

Mansfield Boosters' club opened drive to obtain 1.000 new members to support school student activities. I. E. McClure, former police chief, was in Cleveland attending meeting of the Ohio Association of Police Chiefs. Rev.

I. D. Archibald was returned as pastor of church at Butler at Evangelical conference held in Findlay. William T. Resch.

65. Galion business man, died after long illness. Mrs. George Johnson went to Cleveland to undergo operation at Cleveland clinic. Mrs.

Ida Johns was called to Philadelphia by the serious illness of her sister, Mrs. E. M. Gramm. Miss Ann Hammer accepted position as stenographer at Equitable Life Insurance office, Century, THE Bobbs Merrill Company, Indianapolis, largest general book publishing house off the Atlantic coast, is getting ready for its 100th birthday.

Indianapolis being my home town, I remember it in my early youth as a retail book store--Bowen, Stewart Clark--the only purveyor of good literature in the city that didn't deal in wall paper. Mr. Clark was the best retail book salesman that I ever knew. He boasted that he never took a new book home with him and never read one all through, yet he knew every volume that he handled and could match everybody that came in the store with their wants in the way of a book. He did all his reading standing at a counter or before the shelves between customers.

He once told me that it wasn't necessary to eat very much meat in order to classify its variety or quality. He was the first man that I ever knew to take up bookbinding in an amateur way--an art-craft in which many are even professionally called but few are chosen, and in which the French are most proficient. He had a small personal library cf his favorite volumes bound by his own hands in Levant and tree calf leather. The firm later became Bowen, Merrill Col. Merrill being from one of the intellectual families of Indiana--all educators and professional men.

His suppressed function was politics--he was always a candidate for some officegave out unsharpened lead pencils in his electioneering rather than beer and cigars and, obviously, was always defeated. Within my memory the firm has been a large factor in the law book publishing business and is yet, but it came into the general book publishing business in this way: James Whitcomb Riley in the early 80's wrote a series of Hoosier dialect verses for the Indianapolis Journal. There came a state demand for these and they were collected in small book form under the title: "The Ol' Swimmin' Hole and 'Leven Mcre Poems," published by Geo. C. Hitt Co.Mr.

Hitt being the business manager of the Journal and Mr. Riley the company, The stock of these books were kept in a large wooden box under a desk in the Journal office where Mr. Riley came each day to wrap and mail the orders. This became a personal burden to the Hoosier poet and the box of books was turned over to Bowen, Merrill that brought out a second edition together with other volumes of Mr. Riley's selected verse.

Through the late Will Bobbs, whose name was later added to the firm. a list of authors, then little known, was developed and a long series of novels was published dealing with various romantic eras of history. These were widely advertised and press agented and to national sales. At the beginning of the century The Bobbs Merrill Co. purchased The Hollenbeck Press.

Indianapolis, one of the then really fine printing plants of the central west, and entered the magazine field with a household monthly publication known as "Madam." This last venture proved costly and only survived a few issues. Anyhow, The Bobbs Merrill Co. taught all general book publishers the direct sales value of advertising. Real Neighbors. who people off the road twice on the wrong side, and had crowded several cars, coming towards Mansfield, off the road.

one of which narrowly escaped crashing a white guard fence. I reported the incident to the highway patrol, by phone, determined the owner of the car which was hit. went to the police station to report what I had seen. By order of the Mansfield police department, the information was broadcast from Massillon, and then the highway patrolman set out to find the offending His car was found abandoned in the vicinity of Orchard Park, and after waiting there until 2:30 a. the patrolman returned to Mansfield without learning the identity of the driver.

I can swear the driver was bareheaded and drove like a drunken maniac, but fortunately for him. I can do no more. When laws are so complicated that no charge can be filed. likewise no case proved, unless the "hit and run" driver of N-999. Ohio, can be identified.

then why blame the youngsters for taking advantage of that such laws can be easily dodged? FLO A. MORRIS, D. C. PEOPLE of different personal habits and family traditions have formed the different nations of the earth. When people of different nations emigrate to America they form colonies in cities or rural areas and preserve their national traditions unto the third and fourth generation and to real neighbors.

This is being written in a parked car on West 65th Street, Cleveland--about the center of quite a large Italian neighborhood. The houses are about 30 years old, their present occupants, but nearly all have probably not built by bath rooms, central heating plants and are well kept beds, fruit trees, grape arbors and vegetable gardens and indicate individual ownership in the yards, rather than tenantry. It is 7 o'clock of a hot evening. All of the men are home from work, all have been in the bath tub--their hair is still wet: all have on their Sunday pants, absolutely clean white shirts and have had their suppers; the women wear freshly washed and ironed dresses and all the children home. doubtless went through the cleaners before Father got Most of these men, I am told, are in and around the food industry, mostly fruit and vegetable, and many with wholesale and retail businesses of their own.

Everybody is out in the open, on their porches, in their playing games in the street or on vacant -children lots. In some of the alleyways are improvised benches with elderly men seated on them, smoking pipes and talkingquietly. Two men are loading a large group of small children into a huge truck--going to take them for a ride. Quite a gathering of middle-aged men are in one of the yards and around a young man who is dramatically reading to them out of a book -evidently a tale of romance in the swashbucking period of Italian history; for at intervals his audience applauds and even cheers, Another man, quite old, is in the center of another large group, evidently telling a story, assuming various characters in a dialogue, gesticulating and walking back and forth a few paces. His audience is bending over and slapping their legs with laughter poverty in the youth of this old men no doubt deprived the world of a really great actor.

Poverty, the original sin, has deprived all of the arts. These are real folks. All, as to individual places and persons, indicates work-hard work! They are real neighbors. They can amuse and entertain each other -free from complicating vanities,.