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Show Who's News This Week By Delos Wheeler Lovelace Consolidated Features. WNU Release. "NJEW YORK. For a man who once had hardly two coppers to click in a patched pants pocket Ralph W. Gallagher is singularly carefree as Once Had Hardly he tosses a Two Coppers; He few hundred Now Flips Millions r"iUiorint: the national war kitty. The permanent royalty-free royalty-free transfer to the government of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey's patent rights covering Buna-S rubber must be worth all of that. It is, of course, not precisely Gallagher's Gal-lagher's own money, and it isn't cold cash. But any auditor would mark it down as real money, and certainly as president of Standard, Gallagher must feel a sort of ownership. own-ership. And every once in a while he must feel like pinching himself and asking: "Can this be I?" Because when he started he certainly cer-tainly never saw the high peak which is now his satisfying perch. It was then that he had, more or less, the patched pants. He was 16, his mother was newly new-ly a widow, and he was hunting a job. He got it with one of the units of Standard Oil sprouting those days wherever a job-hunter looked. Shortly he was working work-ing 12 hours a day and going to school on the side. Then he switched to another unit, the East Ohio Gas company, and by and by was president. The final pay-off was the presidency of New Jersey Standard a few months ago. The election capped a' climb for 47 years in which he had never once been off the master payroll. On the way he came to be a foremost authority on oil and natural gas production, pro-duction, and lost a little hair. . . TF THE Bermuda conference on refugees is looking for a good place to domicile the homeless subjects sub-jects of their deliberations, the Brit-He Brit-He May End Up man might The Famous Son submit a Of Famous Father lewflrstrate suggestions. He -has traveled in Asia Minor, the United States, Canada, South America, Amer-ica, India and Africa. He is Richard Kidston Law, son of that political rocket, the late Andrew Bonar Law who was only a little less great than Lloyd George in the last war and the days of pointless peace that followed. The present Law is fair proof that in this well-advertised attempt at-tempt to do something for the road-weary victims of Hitler's catastrophe, Britain is really trying. He is not the stuffed frock coat that might have been sent to the parley. His title of chairman of the British delegation delega-tion is not his best. He is also parliamentary undersecretary of state to foreign affairs; one of Churchill's stalwarts. A youngest son, Law is only a lively 42 years old, married, with two sons not enough grown for the current fighting. His formal educa- tion came from Oxford, but his travels trav-els added to this. For a time he lived in the United States and worked as a newspaper reporter, in New York and Philadelphia. Unlike Dickens, he likes Americans Amer-icans in their native state and in England now he keeps an eye out for United States soldiers. sol-diers. He takes them sailing and hiking. They are, he has reported, "doing nicely." So is he. CALMER DAVIS used to sell a nightly five minutes of his cracker-barrel twang to a radio sponsor for something north of $25,000, some-n some-n . thing south He Can tiring Utr 0f $100,000 a Page 1 Research year. Now Or Blow Up Lab ?he sen' judiciary1 committee is to get hours of it free. The committee figures the ostensibly : pure reading matter of the Office of ! War Informaton may contain a J deleterious trace of propaganda and ; calls on Director Davis to help with i an analysis. Davis is no poor analyst, by himself. He has been for years ' one of the liveliest reporters of current affairs. Not counting i some drugstore fiction, his 11 books and endless short pieces all took somebody, or something, apart. He is 53 years old, the son of an Indiana banker. He and the judiciary judici-ary committee could bring off some first-class research. They could blow up the works, too. Davis is gray-haired, but black of eyebrows, round-faced, self-assured, and in politics regularly left of center. cen-ter. He likes bow ties, gray suits, Persian cats. A sound game of ; bridge is his most violent exercise. , He reads everything, including Latin. Before OWI Davis used to live with his wife, a son, a daughter, part I time in a Manhattan apartment, part time in a storied old shebang at Mystic, Conn. He was a Rhodes ; scholar and good newspaper man in New York before he swung to freelance free-lance writing and, finally, radio. He has twice been reported as good as dead. Once, a U-boat overtook over-took a ship he might have been on. Once a hurricane overtook Connecticut. Connec-ticut. Before the judiciary committee commit-tee washes up he may yearn for the ship and Connecticut again, U-boats and big winds be darned. |