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Show i WHO'S NEWS THIS WEEK By LEMUEL F. PARTON (Consolidated Features WNU Service.) NEW YORK. When young "Red" Phillips played guard on the University ol Oklahoma football team, in 1915, he was sealed down to a mere 260 Game of Politics pounds, but Is Another Story in spite of For Football Star that m a n' aged to root through the line like a high-powered snowshovel. Sometimes he wouldn't stop when the whistle blew and they had a hard time to keep him inside the state lines. Today, as Gov. Leon C. Phillips of Oklahoma, Okla-homa, he weighs in at 290 and is even more abandoned in his rootin' tootin' guard play. He orders out the National Guard to repulse the invasion of the federals, trying to j build a $20,000,000 dam on the Grand river in his state. This, one of his many scrimmages, scrim-mages, is part of his waxing battle for state rights against what he considers con-siders the illegal encroachment of the federal government. He is an apostate New Dealer, having defeated de-feated the similarly belligerent "Alfalfa "Al-falfa Bill" Murray oh the issue of New Deal adherence in the 1938 Democratic primary. Now he has switched teams. With a big cigar protruding from his lips at a cocky angle, biting it to shreds when he gets steamed up, he says the New Deal is a social service serv-ice outfit, and social workers are "sorority sisters." Like the "Fiery and Snuffy" of the Oklahoma cowboy cow-boy song, he's "rarin' to go and he senas word to the war department that he won't let any invader set foot on Oklahoma soil." He started to be a preacher, but switched to the law. Born 50 years ago in Grant county, Missouri, along the covered wagon trail, he was taken to Oklahoma at the age of two and grew up in the Cheyenne and Arapaho Indian country. He attended TTnwnvtv, year, studying, presumably militant, mili-tant, Christianity, and then entered the law school of the University of Oklahoma. His fame as "Red" Phillips, the bone-crushing, man-eating man-eating football player, gave him a fast running start in politics, and he soon landed in the state legislature. He made his campaign for the governorship gov-ernorship on an economy platform, sweeping the state. The citizens still know him as "Red," and the "Yea Red!" yell of his college days serves for his political campaigns. XX'HEN I knew Death Valley y ' Scotty and his dog "Goldbug," around Goldfield, Rhyolite and Windy Gap, there was a story that All c .i , dS had All Scotty's Cash made a great Is 'Loaned' to Him fuss over a By Chicago Man stranS" at Casey's hotel, and a theory that this stranger must have been Scotty's mysterious backer. back-er. The visitor, however, was just passing through and was never identifier!, anrt Smth. . trcu ui moments mo-ments of abandon in Tex Rickard's place, continued to insist that he had a "chimney," or "blow-out" of gold nuggets, samples of which he carried in his overalls pocket. It was not until years later that the man who financed the Death Valley Scotty saga, just for his own amuse- ment it would seem, was A. M ' Johnson, the head of a big insurance insur-ance firm in Chicago. As Scotty and his backer round out 40 years of a beautiful friendship, friend-ship, Scotty informs the federal tax collectors that he has $100,000 in gold certificates buried somewhere in the Panamint mountains, and that the source of his mysterious wealth has unfailingly been Mr. Tnhncnn C . ou... limn uie same source came the $3,000,000 Spanish castle which Scotty built in the heart of Death valley several years ago ac-cording ac-cording to his previous admissions. The unique partnership opened with a $2,500 grubstake. He not only wrote a check, but followed Scotty to Death valley. The first mine didn't pan out, but Mr. Johnson John-son was having fun. They fought bandits, got clubby with the Piute Indians and rooted around in old prospect holes. Thereafter came Scotty's famous train ride and the deepening mystery of his treasure cache. They kept their secret until I along about 1930. The pooch, "Gold-bug" "Gold-bug" and SrnH-u'o j: . , - '-'-lauiuiuaruy intelligent white mule both died of old age. But the original partnership partner-ship still goes on. Mr. Johnson, now 68 years old is cut somewhat on the same lines as Henry Ford, but with an Achilles' Heel of Romance. He was born and grew up in a small town in Ohio, went to Cornell university did a jolt of railroading in Arkansas and engaged in mining lead and zinc near Joplin. Mo. In Chicago he augmented an inherited fortune m the insurance business He be Jongs to a string of good clubs in Chicago, is a sagacious and conservative con-servative citizen, and. from all ac- 3 counts, has bankrolled Scotty just for the fim .-f ,i ' J ! i J |