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Show THE AMERICAN WAYl ft L THE RIGHT TO BARK vyK v - By Geort A-.J tfj , The story goes that the pedigreed pedi-greed Russian wolf-hound, recently re-cently arrived in England, met the British bull dog. After canine ca-nine greetings had been exchanged, ex-changed, the wolf-hound stood back and searchingly scrutinized the bull dog. He exclaimed, "My, but you're thin! I've never seen you looking quite so" badly!" "You'd be thin, too, if you'd been living' in' England the past few years," replied the bull dog. "We Britishers have had to tighten tigh-ten our belts. We have an 'tus-lerity' 'tus-lerity' program, donchaknow. Even we, formerly happy dogs, are now leading a 'man's life.' In fact, we dogs arc now in the 'man house.' But, I say, old chap. you look bully. Never saw you looking better." "I'm okay, that is, physically. Mr. Stalin sees to it that we members of the Royal Household are well fed. Nothing is too good for us," said the wolf-hound. "Then, in heaven's name, why did you ever leave Russia to come to England where we barely bare-ly exist on a near-starvation diet?" "Well, you see, I still like to be able to bark once in a while." Smart dog, that Russian wolf hound. He knows that even a full stomach can" be purchased at too high a price the loss of freedom free-dom to bark, or to resolve it into human language, loss of freedom free-dom to speak one's mind without fear of imprisonment or death. And in his conversation with the British bull dog, the wolfhound wolf-hound might well have added a few words of warning, to wit: "And if you Britishers keep on with your Socialistic nonsense, you'll not only have to tighten you belts still further, you'll lose your right to bark." "We never miss the water until un-til the well runs dry," is an old adage to which a lot of people in America should give heed today. to-day. Little do they realize that with every hand-out they take from the Federal government, their freedom of speech their right to criticizes, to grumble or complain, is being abridged. You just can't kick the hand that feeds you, you've got to lick it that's as true in America as it is in' Russia. Currently, we have a tousled-haired tousled-haired son of Iowa, gallivanting up and down and across the country, coun-try, "barking" his head off criticising just about averything America .has done, is doing and proposes to. do. And bad as this is, as he looks through his rose-colored rose-colored glasses, he loudly proclaims pro-claims that just about everything every-thing is right irf Red Russia. Henry Wallace loves to 'bark.' He gets an awful lot of people out to hear him as he 'barks at the moon," who pay a heap of money to listen to him tear America and her cherished institutions insti-tutions apart,, the while he sings a song of praise for Russia and all her works. One is inclined to wonder just how loudly this man1, who aspires to be President of this great ca-palistic ca-palistic country, would be allowed al-lowed to "bark" if the things which he espouses, ever came to pass here. Can you imagine what would happen to Henry if he took the stump in Russia to criticize Stalin as he has condemned President Pres-ident Truman to deprecate everything Russian and to praise everything American? You do not have to be the seventh son of a seventh son to arrive at the answer to that question. He would make one speech: it is doubtful if he would be allowed even to finish that one, And that would be the end of Henry Wallace. Wal-lace. As for me, I'm going to string along with the wolfhound. I want to be able to" "bark" whenever the urge to do so strikes me. And I sincerely believe that the vast majoriy of my fellow Americans feel exactly as I do about it. They want to keep THE RIGHT TO BARK. |