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Show BRISBANE THIS WEEK. I'arU: Mjny Newspapers Surprise for Karl Marx j Mr. Kdcii Wan Tired Out 1 A Ilig Somersault This world is really no bigger, j now, than the palm of your hand; j wherever you i : r are, news cornes 'pouring i n a Pullman car on the Mohave des- ' ort has the "Ex- j aminer"; flying , - across, the Le-' Le-' vand brothers hurry to the airfield air-field at Wichita with the latest "Beacon" ; and on the ocean, al ; newspaper ap- pears every day; the radio feeds ( Arthur llrUhnne i(. jn parjs u.n times as many newspapers as are : published in New York tell you anything you choose to believe, ! Irom editorials written by men who do not know that the royal and im- ; perial French families died and i were buried after the war of 1870 , to fiery-eyed moderns who think I they can graft Karl Marx and Lenin Len-in on Jacques Bonhomme, the French peasant, and produce a French Utopia, with a Russian accent ac-cent and a pair of high boots. They do not know Jacques Bonhomme. Bon-homme. who bought his land in the revolution at bargain prices with inflated assignats, and means to keep it. nor do they know the small-sized small-sized French bourgeois, who thinks more of one four-cent franc than some of our governing geniuses think of a billion 59-cent dollars. The Marx-Stalin-Lenin brotherhood brother-hood in America, by the way, does not understand the inside feelings of the U. S. A. citizen, with his bungalow, automobile, radio set, washing machine and furniture, all "nearly paid for." Send HIM. instead of a bill for his last installment, the statement, "No more private property," and see what he says and does. You take your choice of dozens of Paris daily newspapers; the wild kind, that say anything and lose money; the tame kind, that say nothing and make money, but very little of it; the mummified kind, that still take "Madame La Marquise" Mar-quise" seriously, and think themselves them-selves back in the days of old Madame De DefTand and Lord Bol-ingbroke. Bol-ingbroke. You have, also, newspapers from all the Lilliput countries nearby English, Italian, German and the news is in them, only you must know how to extract it They are queer little newspapers, and if that be provincialism, make the most of it In London, for instance, Lord Rothermere's newspaper tells you that Mr. Eden, British foreign secretary, sec-retary, has gone to "a secret destination" des-tination" in the country for a week's rest English statesmen always go to "a secret destination," for reasons unknown to Mr. James Farley, who relaxes at the ringside, or President Presi-dent Roosevelt, who rests fishing, on a battleship, with fifty reporters report-ers on another ship, nearby. You wonder that a man as young as Eden should need a rest Gladstone, Glad-stone, at nearly twice his age, was talking in the Commons at four in the morning but Gladstones are few, Tim Healys also. Rothermere's writer thinks Eden is all tired out after his Geneva speech, telling just why England lifted the Italian sanctions. It was he who made a speech recently, just as earnest and much louder, telling why those sanctions must NEVER be lifted. That was turning a big somersault. The English know how to do that and you are supposed sup-posed to laugh. Eden told Baldwin what the doctor doc-tor said, and Baldwin said, "By all means, my boy, hurry off to a secret se-cret destination," and Eden hurried. hur-ried. In America, the business man would say, "Doctor, there are a few things" that I must settle first" meaning, perhaps, his income in-come tax. He would hang on and on, and finally go to a really secret destination, in the graveyard. Driving through Normandy, from Havre, where the ships land, would interest American farmers, especially espe-cially any whose lands are "worn out" after comparatively few years of cultivation. On lands in this part of the world, wheat has been grown for three hundred years, and today yields better, bigger crops than ever. In Rome, as in other places on the earth's surface, one city is piled upon another. Dig down through one and the other appears. Invasions, Inva-sions, plagues, famines and the grinding ice have wiped them out Those that read this today are the descendants of men such as the inhabitants of the Stone age village. And still we are worried, looking down at the enemy, poverty, pover-ty, that may climb up and attack us in old age. Kuig IViiiuros Sy:nhcu:t. luc. |