L.» T,_ SUMOCO - FRIT'AY. OCT. 16. 1935 GOOC SVEN in G EVERYBODY; In all 'tliis ill-tempered turmoil, some good manners and real gallantry. The scene, the harbor of Alexandria in Igypt, where Julius Caesar started his famous acquaintance with Cleopatra. The harbor was crowded, mostly with British warships. But there lay at anchor also the fine Italian liner, the AUSONIA. The jam of John Bull's men-o-war was of itself enough to create tension. Judge for yourself what the jek excitement was over the sound of a terrific boom, an explosion. Nerves were on ragged edge already. Executive officers jumped to their feet! Even captains and admirals bounded out of their luxurious beds, wond ering if the zero hour had arrived, the hour of war between John Bull and Mussolini. As they arrived on deck in their pajamas, the sight that met their eyes was quite different. Huge columns of steam, smoke and flame poured from a stricken vessel - and it was the AUSOHIA - 2 Italian AUSOHIA. The signal went out among all of Britain* s & mighty ships; "Everyone to the rescuer’ Picket Boats raced through the waters of Alexandria harbor. Lifeboats were hurriedly lowered from the towering warships of His Majesty's navy. They discovered that the AIJSONIA'S boilers had exploded. The accident was tragic enough. The engine room crew lay dead, or in pain. Fire had started aboard the liner, and the flames were creeping towards the luxurious cabins of the passengers. But, the picket boats and lifeboats of King George's navy arrived in time and removed everybody from the stricken ship -- took them safely to land. Thereafter, a picturesque epilogue, a chorus of "Grazie signore*11 from the Italians; an echoing chorus of "quite alright old chap!" from the English. And thus a gallant gesture flashes to punctuate the tense relations between the two countries involved WAfi Let's see what real information we have from Europe outside of rumor*. Well, a long conference between the Duce and His Excellency, Sir Eric Drummond, His Dritannic Majesty's Envoy Extraordinary and Ambassador Plsnipo’tsri'ta.ary to Pom©. And what w©r© tiasy tallying about? Your guess is as good as mine. And anyway itfs obvious* What was the result of their long confab? Here’s their answer: ‘’Progress". Whatever that may mean. Oh, yes, I fotgot, "Great Progress"^* Their Excellencies intimated that we may expect a joint announcement at any moment. That ought to be enough to make us anxious to buy the next edition of our favorite papers. So much for Rome. Now what do we hear from Paris? This is rather unexpected because we were led to beiieve that Monsieur Laval wouldn’t issue this information until the senatorial elect5.ons were ended. learii. from '-hi m t hi-s—a ft e^een-drs- un o xp o o ted » 'tfe-kavewfc* recall that John Bull sent over a preemptory message asking, "Are you going to back us up in the Mediterranean or not?" Monsieur Laval's reply is as unequivocal; repir* "Yes, we are". At least, that’s the gist of it. In short, a solid front opposing Italy — WAR - 2 But the thing that most intrigues our curiosity is: 1!What?s r / going to be the purport of that joint announcement from the Duce and Sir Eric Drummond?” RUSSIA There1 s a colorful aspect in one report from Geneva. The U.S.S.R., Union of Socialist Soviet Republics, has officially notified the League of Nations that it is right on the job with that embargo on Italy. No war munitions, no supplies will be sent to the Duce*s country from any of the Soviet Republics QJ- in the Union. No financial help. A caustic observer might add that therefs a slightly comic note to the information that Moscow wonH lend the Duce any money. Nobody yet has heard of Russia lending anybody any money. When there’s any money to be loaned, it 4Ls the good old U.S. S.R. who is doing the borrowing, if, as and when, Neverth, less, the. right on the band-wagon in the K A boycott on Italy. No guns, no powder, no nothing from russia for the Duce’s armies. The enthusiasm of the Red delegates in this situation is quite conspicuous. For instance, they were among the first to shout. "Here, here” at all the drastic proposals of John Bull's delegates, Johnny.*^ la test idea is a boycott on everything Italian, That is, all tangible products, grapes, olives, wine, spaghetti. RUSSIA - 2 lemons, oranges, I so tta-Frasc hints, Fiats, and so on NAVX While the r e s tjo i the world is sabre-rattling * stalking round with iron fists and in shiny armour, we can hardly blame Uncle Sam if he bestirs himself and says: maybe IfQ better get me some war equipment myself.” To which Sam adds: "And if you are going to do it, might as well do it right." Accordingly, he is going to build him the most formidable, top notch A-One, dreadnought armada of airplanes that has ever been seen. Sixty mammoth flying cruisers. ^ThatTs the scheme. They111 all be patterned after the X £ 3 Y 1, the crack patrol boat of the navy, the one I T** about on Wednesday. Thar the flying battleship that created -3cow 'F* a non-stop record for airplanes by flying from Panama to^AlamcAa>. with Lieutenant-Commander McGinnis at the controls. So that record flight meant something more than just establishing a new record. forum It's a spectacular thing when a formal discusaion staged ty an American newspaper turns into an event of significant mean­ ing in the crisis that is shaking the world. But that happens to he the case with the Forum of Current Problems, sponsored ty the Hew York Herald Tribune that has just closed its three day session before crowded, distinguished audiences in the great ball room at the Waldorf. It closes after a series of declarations to the Forum and over the radio to the world, by some of the dominant personalities in control of troubled international affairs. Sir Samuel Hoare, British foreign secretary, making a pronouncement of British policy. Cur own Secretary of State, Mr. Hull announcing an American viewpoint. And finally President Roosevelt with a formal re-statement of his pledge that America will remain neutral. And he called upon the women of the United States to do their part in keeping this country out of any war. Just to make the proceedings complete, there was one of the great publishers of the land who is prominently mentioned as a possible Republican candidate to oppose Franklin Roosevelt next year. Colonel Knox of Chicago. As a newspaperman, his idea is for the freedom of the press. Yes, that newspaper forum turned out to be a ikg thing of n international significance. And behind it all is a small gracious, soft-spoken woman - - Mrs. William Brown Meloney, editor of the Sunday syndicated newspaper magazine — "This Week." A great big imposing high pressure magnifico might have had a mere speechifying party, while a rather shy, quietly reserved woman made It an international news feature. MANCHUKUQ Fighting news today comes not from Africa, hut from Asia* A "battle in Manchukuoi A battle between Japanese and Chinese, The generals of His Imperial Majesty, the Mikado, inform us that the Chinese they fought were bandits. That reminds me of a remark made to me the other day by a Blaekfoot Indian, Said He: M7/hen you beat us, the Indians, it was a victory. When we beat you, it was a massacre.” HORSES Horses, horses, horses, hereTs a tale of horses, Specifically, a couple^ of them who deserve /nedals as definitely as any two-legged hero. For instance, there's the gallant four-legged champion named QUICKSILVER. He's silvery white and on his near foreleg he carries the scar from a bullet that struck him in Nineteen Fourteen, when he was carrying one of the old "Conteraptibles11. Ever since then, no parade in London is complete without QUICKSILVEi . Every time His Majesty opens Parliament, QUICKSILVER yaxxHs paces with dignified steps through Whitehall. He has appeared in the Victory March, in the funeral of the Unknown at the wedding of Princess Mary and the marriage of the Duke of Yorlui. Another famous four-footed champion is a horse properly named WARRIOR. He is twenty-seven years old now, A burst of shrapnel almost killed him in Nineteen fourteen, at the historic battle of Mons. The shrapnel penetrated close to his heart, but wA^RIOR survived. In fact, he survived to fight again and to be wounded four times more. Atiother-damous-'ve fee ran—4-^ a lady named KITTY, She's a horses - 2 uxiJbit "fib ^ bay mare and fought^all through the four and a quarter years of the kxx World War. In fact, KITTY had her closest escape from death just two days fcrcf before the Armistice. But the Armistice didn’t end KITTY'S re- of distinction. She has won almost enough Blue Ribbons at horse shows to cover her chest. And three of her foals have won fifty prizes. KEMEL Just as though thore v/eren*t onough to airous© aXapni, here comes news of a conspiracy in Turkey. A plot against the life of the formidable dictator known as the Ataturk. We know him better as His Excellency Mustapha Kemal. Apparently, however, it doesnH seem to have been a very good plot, because it was found out. One hundred and fifty of the secret shared by a hundred and fifty people isn’t such on" awful rV All of which tends to prove that a good oecrcfr WILKIMS Here’s a lelie^ from war news. In Africa people are ^ destroying each other. But on the other side of the world, men are risking their lives just to advance the cause of human knowledge. Lincoln Els worth and Sir Hubert Wilkens have just started on their third expedition of exploration to the South Pole. J They left the beautiful harbor of Montevidio in Uruguay today. drought 1 ar or drought - which is worse? We've had our days of both. And we thought with all those dreadful dust storms in the west last year, we'd had our full meed of parching. But an authority who has studied the subject comes forward to say to us, "Hold everything! You ain't seen nothin' yet." We're in for a ten year period of terrific drought. So says a man who has been studying the subject assiduously for the last couple of years. His name is Halbert Powers Gillette, and he is a Chicago mining engineer. He brolee this news in a paper that he read to the Pennsylvania Water Works Association at Atlantic City. Mr. Gillette has been studying droughts and rainfalls as they have happened over the last One hundred and fifty-two years. To complete his observation, he has gone to the length of scanning rings in trees, deposits of shale, layers of silt in the beds of lakes gUTH That plaint!ve^melancholy sorond we hear is Swan Song The singer who is caroling farewell* is a brawny, burly chap whose open honest face you will immediately recognize — Babe Ruth. ^zzz—r) At the Gotham in New York today three men sat around table. Freddy - ehham, Christy Walsh the syndicate r^wag ; bt who manages the Babe*/and the old Bambino himself. They were talking about the game the Babe is going to phy on Bunday. a ball-busting/battle on the diamond for a lot of kids, thousands of kids, yfhe Babe expects it to be his-<wv^K .4L0M4U- game, the last time ne Wyklks out on the field in uniform. And^ ..is lass yutograph orgy, autographing baseballs Maybe th<^*fultan who made the domain of Swat his own kingdom can tet/uu and say - the pen is mightier than the bat. He has autognjuphed thousands of baseballs for boys and perhaps has / Bitfc . . 1 _ + r , given more Zle&sure thereby than^ ii his circuit clouds ovei ne fence. He will go on :ils last autographing Jijree_ on Sunday Qrafcaa UcNamee^nductt^Sk drawing} the lucky lads to get • baseballs signed by the hand that gripped the mightiest bat wt that « ever w i i^ c O-w A /iiic 4 Do you liice a success story —^t^^rf^Horatio Alger •K rise from the bottomest bottom to the top^ the very tip top? Here's one from, the j-unh of the Dons, the southern latitudes of Don 7 ^. Francisco ^nd Don iicacsto. The name of. our hero is a^-Qi--^j.,o picturesque and beguiling — "Don Jimmy the Cockney;'Iftat' s what be was called down in the Southern Cross republic of Chile, Don Jimmy-the-Cockney has Just died, at the pinnacle of his power and affluence. As for the bottom for a beginning, you couldn't pick anything further down on the scale than — Limehouse. Limehouse of Limehouse nights, where the slant-eyed & heathen Chinee of London mingles with the cockniest of the Cockney. That's where Jimmy-the- Cockney was born* James Webb -- to give him his right name. At twelve he was a plumber's apprentice in Limehouse, with no rosy future for a lad. He ran away, stowed away — on a freighter. And eventually he landed, lime sometning drifting ashore, on the west coast of South America. The plumber’s apprentice from Li ..ehouse went to work as a plumber's apprentice in Chile. He grew up -- he flourished. He became connected with electric power plants, ran that up into a fortune f ^ W V ^ -O. --vr V-V-"V- i cocm& -2- became a great utilities magnate^ down below the equator. A jAk *mm power in politicsj^eon'crolliig influence in government, an intimate friend and colleague of President Ibanez, dictator of Chile. With all this he remained the Limehouse £pckney. When he spoke English it was with the richest^«*wl broadest accent of Bow Bells. He was a mighty man, a Don. ^He wras always called Don Jimmy-the-Cockney and proud of it. ahtqmqeilks It’s step cn the gas,»M for Death Valley Scotty, And it’s "slow an<5 easy- for the Prinoe of Wales. Those two renowned personalities appear in sequence, one after another, in the news today - each in an automobile story. You know of Death Valley Scotty, that picturesque magnate of mysterious gold mines, who has a principality in the desert heart of Death Valley, He's got a new car. And when Scotty drove into Los Angeles, it looked as if he were running a locomotive. For he was driving a car that looked a whole lot like the engine that pulls the train. Something special for the Death Valley mystery man, not intended for city streets, but for the sandy bone-bleached roadless spaces of the sunblistered desert, "It goes seven hundred miles without stopping", said the fantastic old miner as he stuck out his chest proudly, "and it has a gas tank that holds a hundred gallons." So Death Valley Scotty is stepping on the gas in a big way; but it's just ohe opposite with the Prince of Wales, Not that His Royal Highness was never known to hit it up along the roads flnTOMOBILES _ £ that weave among the fashionable resorts of Europe. But that seems to be a thing oi tne past. The heir to the British crown paid a visit to the London Auto Show. He was much interested in the cars, until he came to one and they told him - "Your Royal Highness, it will do ninety before it’s hardly got started." The Prince of Wales yawned, registering - so what? And he said a little wistfully: "I»m not so young as I used to be. Nowadays speed doesn’t interest me so much as comfort.11 Reminding us that the one time boy prince, the flower of royal youth, is now forty-oneJ * W io- ^