Los Angeles faces another power strike
Unions agent says a more serious walkout is threatened
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Republicans are happier about results of the special election in the New York 21st district which they lose, than over some of their victories in recent off-year elections in Kentucky and Pennsylvania. They think the New York test was even a better indication of a possible national Republican trend by next November, because the GOP vote jumped from 33% of the total in 1942 to almost 48% Tuesday in that normally heavy Democratic district.
Significantly, the Republican candidate polled more than the Democratic, who barely slipped in with American Labor Party votes. So, the Tammany leader’s statement that this “is an endorsement by the voters of President Roosevelt’s” record, sounds like the quavering whistle of a boy passing a graveyard.
Certainly, all signs indicate the electorate is swinging away from the administration now. But there is plenty of time for reverse trends before November. If the Republicans count on easy victory and stumble around, they probably will lose. If they provide leadership in Congress, unite on a strong presidential candidate, and keep their campaign on a high level of national interests, they have a chance to win.
By Mrs. Walter Ferguson
Nostalgia for the old-fashioned femaleless saloon is felt by many modern men. Westbrook Pegler often writes about it. There is wistfulness as well as anger in these reminiscences.
In fact, modern man is a pathetic creature. He has no retreats where he is safe from feminine intrusions. Not even the Army gives him refuge.
To flee to the saloon, close its door against recriminations and naggings, or even the smothering emotionalism of love, must have been a boon to men of a bygone age. Every normal male likes to spend some of his time in a masculine atmosphere. There he can be himself, unhampered by the demands of domesticity or the necessity of striking a pose to impress the ladies.
Why are we surprised or angry when a man wants to go out with men occasionally or likes an all-male poker game?
It strikes me as a wholesome sign. Our poor men are almost entirely surrounded by women – smothered with them, in fact.
Father always likes to romp – if not physically at least spiritually. He wants to cut loose, let down his suspenders, put up his feet and revert to the ways of his youth. And why not? There’s no harm in it and probably a good deal of enjoyment for him. And that sort of enjoyment never hurts anybody, least of all the wife who is left at home.
Here’s something for her to ponder: A man’s man generally makes the best husband.
Electrocution reenacted at murder trial of wealthy lawyer
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Dismissal of talesmen asked as story hints ‘bizarre’ angle
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Combination of symptoms is necessary to doctor’s decision
By Mary Beard, Director, Nursing Service, American Red Cross
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For first time in history a film will bear seals of Great Britain and the U.S.
By Lawrence Perry, North American Newspaper Alliance
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By Ernie Pyle
Pompeii, Italy –
Maj. Ed Bland got fed up with flying for a living and I got fed up with writing for a living and Cpl. Harry Cowe got fed up with being a corporal for a living, so the three of us said “To hell with it,” and we got into Maj. Bland’s jeep and came touring out to Pompeii.
The only thing in all Italy I have really wanted to see is the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s up north and I will probably leave Italy before we get that far. So, Pompeii is the first and probably the last real sightseeing I will get to do in Italy.
Someone had told me he was disappointed in Pompeii because so little of the ruins had been uncovered, but I think he must have got on the wrong side of the mountain, for there’s certainly plenty uncovered.
The buried city originally had 25,000 people, and two-thirds of the whole city has been dug out. The preserved part surely must be almost a mile square. Pompeii, as you may know, was buried by a rain of ashes and dust and cinders that covered the city 20 to 24 feet deep and smothered everybody to death.
The eruption didn’t come from Vesuvius, as most people think, but from Vesuvius’ sister volcano, named Somma, now extinct. The burying took place in 79 AD and the ruins weren’t discovered until the 18th century.
‘Watch your jeep, mister?’
When we stopped the jeep in the little barren square in front of the main gate to Pompeii, we were assaulted by a swarm of Italian urchins so grabby and insistent that we had to pick one out and appoint him to watch our jeep.
Then we bought tickets for 10¢ apiece and went through the turnstiles. A few Italian men in civilian clothes tagged along as we started to walk, asking if we wanted a guide.
We picked one out. Many of the guides spoke fruit-stand English, such as “Dissa ees da bedaroom.” But ours spoke with quite a cultured accent. He said he once lived in New York but had been a Pompeii guide since long before the war.
His name was Ugo Prosperi. He was tall and thin and looked American. He wore a fedora hat and a long dark overcoat with fur collar and gray trousers and gray spats. He smoked a thin cigar and addressed us constantly as “sir.”
There’s no use in my trying to describe Pompeii in a wartime column. Thousands of you back home have already seen it and the rest of you could hardly visualize it anyhow, so I will merely try to give you Pompeii’s wartime aspect.
Around 100 bombs have fallen within the old Pompeii since the war. The ruins, of course, have never been deliberately bombed by either side. The bombs that fell inside the walls were strays. Actually, not much damage has been done. But our guide, spotting Maj. Bland as an Air Force man, made four or five deadpan but subtle digs about the bombings.
All we could do was wink at each other. Maj. Bland has dive-bombed a lot of Italy, but never around Pompeii.
Dozens of small parties were wandering around the ruins, each with a guide and all composed of military people on leave.
Pompeii has risqué side
Down the street came a British brigadier smoking a pipe and a Scot officer wearing kilts. We turned a corner and met a group of naval ensigns in from the sea, all carrying canes just as if they were on the college campus back in England.
There were gay young American fliers in leather jackets and groups of crumpled-looking doughboys on leave from the frontlines, eating peanuts.
War hasn’t made much difference in the scribbling habits of the Americans and British. On the walls of Pompeii, you will see hundreds of names written in pencil – Pvt. Joe Doakes from Kansas City, Sgt. Jock McLean from Glasgow.
Pompeii is noted for the dirty pictures on the walls of certain houses. In peacetime, the guides had to be discreet with mixed groups of tourists, but they don’t have to pull their punches now except when a bunch of nurses or WACs happens along.
As in peacetime, they will sell you obscene little good-luck emblems in silver or bronze and books of “feelthy” photographs. Whether or not we bought any is a military secret.
Maj. Bland from Oklahoma and Cpl. Cowe from Seattle and I from Indiana and New Mexico spent three hours in the ruins of old Pompeii and decided we enjoyed it, but the next time we go sightseeing, we hope it can be through the less ancient ruins of Berlin.
Relics from famous ships are kept in Naval Academy Museum
By Jess Stearn, Scripps-Howard staff writer
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Reporter watches battle off Truk, sees U.S. troops hoist taunting victory flag
By George E. Jones, United Press staff writer
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Statistics quoted to show industrial plight of Nipponese in face of big losses
By Marshall McNeil, Scripps-Howard staff writer
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