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LABOR AND ECONOMICS

$100,000,000 Saved by Post Office

Department.......681

Wage Earners Are the Buyers . CSS Wagi s of Section Hands .... 689 American Telephone and

Telegraph Company .... 6S9 None Exempt from Time of Trouble 091 Where the Depression Hit . . . 691 Half the Veterans Lose Pensions . 691 What the World War Cost . . . 634

SOCIAL AND EDUCATIONAL

Mob Violence in United States . 681 “Too Much Philosophy’’ . . . 688

FINANCE—COMMERCE—TRANSPORTATION

$3,000,000 in Wages;

$10,000,000 in Dividends . . . 688

Route of th.e Cheapest (las . . . 689 Fast Time from Detroit . . . 6s9 Railway Time Cut in Half . . 689 2,701,000,000 Used Transit Lines . 689 Nye’s Disappointment with N.R.A. 691

POLITICAL—DOMESTIC AND FOREIGN

America's Jobmaster General . 675

Beastly Persecutions in Germany 680

Air Mail Contracts All Right . . 601

Civilization in Putnam .... 690

Lieutenant Maloney of Buffalo . 690

Plan of Israel Moses Sieff . . . 690

British Disaffection Bill . . . 691

College Heads and the League . 692

Methodists Not Sure About

Worshiping Flag.....695

AGRICULTURE AND HUSBANDRY

Man's Folk-footed Friend—• the Doi;........682

Montana in Month of M;.y . . . 692

SCIENCE AND INVENTION

Psychiatrists Taken Teo Seriously 681 A Pill for Evolutionists .... 688 $15,000 a Year from Soot . . . 692 Salvaging Pine Stumps .... 692

HOME AND HEALTH

Infantile Paralysis from Cowpox . 692

Watch Dial Radium Poisonings . 692

Treatment of Insane 20 Years Ago 693

Wholesale Poisoning at Denver . 693

Value of Fresh Air.....693

To Make Cereal Coffee .... 693

TRAVEL AND MISCELLANY

Britain Could Pay, Did Not Want To 694

Mussolini Not the Messiah . . . 694

DuPonts Gladly Help Japan . . 694

RELIGION AND PHILOSOPHY

What Preachers Know About Heaven 695 “Postoffice Holy Name Society’’ . 696 Lady Looked After Her Soul . . 696 Kingdom.........697

Riddle of League of Nations . 698

Jehovah's witnesses .... 703

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Volume XV Brooklyn, N. Y., Wednesday, August 1, 1934 Number 388

America’s Popular Jobmaster General

TVT ANY people in America believe that Fascism is bound to come in this country, that when it comes it will be papal Fascism of the brand that overwhelmed Austria, and that the most likely man to be at the head of it when it comes will be one of the most popular politicians of our day, America’s popular jobmaster general, James A. Farley.

We must all acknowledge that there is a big difference between popularity and honesty. Even the enemies of Charles Evans Hughes and of Al Smith accredit them with a good degree of honesty, yet they were both defeated when they ran for president. Nobody questions the general popularity of Hitler and Mussolini in the countries where they live, yet Americans do not wish to live in Germany or Italy, because they do not have faith in the honesty of these men.

About the only time that Christ was popular was "when He fed the 5,000 and the 4,000. It often happened that various ones were offended because He taught the truth. He refused to receive honors from men. He inquired, “How can ye believe, which receive honour one of another?” He said, “Woe unto you when all men shall speak well of you!” When He was apprehended, all forsook Him and fled. The visible results of His ministry were about five hundred brethren.

There is no doubt about the popularity of Postmaster General Farley in his own home town. It is a thing readily ascertained, and makes a pleasant half-day’s variety in the routine of getting suitable provender for the truth-hungry readers of The Golden Age.

A glance at the Congressional Directory discloses that Mr. Farley is 46 years of age, that he was born at Grassy Point, New York, and is a graduate of the Stony Point (New York) high school. The centers of the two places are but a mile apart, in Rockland county, New York. Presumably they are in the same township. One is on one side of the West Shore Railroad, and the other on the other.

So, up the next morning a little earlier than usual. The 5:40 train which stops at Stony Point has gone. The next train goes at 6:50, but it is an express and does not stop between Haverstraw and West Point. That’s easily fixed. An appeal to the train dispatcher at Weehawken does the trick, and in an hour the train slows up at the little station with its marble slab indicating that it was "Erected 1887”, the year before James Aloysius Farley came into the world.

Among the Lovable Irish

The train pulls out, and as it disappears around the bend a little cottage comes into view a hundred yards away, and a pleasant-faced old Irishman working in his garden. “Good morning!” “Good morning to ye.” “It is a morning to make you glad you are alive.” “So it is that.” “Who do you think is going to be the next president?” “I dunno.” “How about Jim Farley?” A bright smile overspreads his countenance and Pat Mulhall manifestly voices his honest convictions when he says, “Jim would make a damned good one.” That opens the conversation and in a few minutes the morning’s work is all planned; for Pat is loyal to the Irish and has lived in that one house 25 years, and knows everybody for miles around. “Jim was born down at the Point; yes, this is the road.”

If ever a man was born in a beauty spot on earth and grew to manhood among ideal surroundings calculated to bring out the best there is in him, Jim is the man. Grassy Point is a blunt-nosed peninsula projecting out into Haverstraw bay at a point 35 miles above New York city, where the majestic Hudson river, here called the Tappaan Zee, is at its best. At this point the river is five miles wide. The hills, clothed with beautiful fields and forests sloping

back from the river’s edge, give it all the effect of a sizable lake, while the traffic up and down the Hudson puts life into the picture.

Strolling down toward the Point the next lifelong friend of Jim to engage in conversation was Matt Kelly. He did not think there is any chance that Jim could ever be president: that the second time he ran for the Assembly he could not get any votes at all, and that he could not get any votes in this town now: that he has gone as far as he can go: that when Roosevelt is through Jim will be through: that now is the time for him to feather his nest, and that if he doesn’t do it he will be a fool: that his present burst of popularity is like a streak of luck in Wall Street: some young fellows who go into the Street think they will never have any end to their luck: they put in all their savings, and all their inheritance, and in the end they lose it all. “I have seen them do it many a time.”

Then Matt went on to tell of his own perplexities: he had lived here fifty years and never saw conditions as they are now, when there is no work to be had for anybody unless he belongs to a union; that the union men do not welcome additions to their ranks; that they insist on business relations only with those that are in the unions; that even the union men have work but a few days a week, and when the poor non-union men get a few days' work on the roads the union men forget all about their union rules and come and take the jobs away from them, so that the non-union man has almost nothing at all to live on. Matt had lived to be about 70 and found these last years hard-going.

“Butch” Feeney Tells a Lot

In his saloon “Butch” Feeney did not have root beer, but did have ginger ale, and was friendly and communicative. “Stretch” Farley was his intimate personal friend; here was a picture when they were on the same ball team, a group of fine-looking young Irish lads. “Stretch,” called that because he is 6 feet 3 inches tall, and could catch balls far above his head by merely reaching out for them, was one of the best-looking ones of the lot. He had a good head of hair then, but has little now.

The first time Jim ran for office was for town clerk; he was legitimately beaten by 14 votes, but the election commissioners stuffed the ballot boxes enough that he was nominally elected by 34 votes. Jim knows all about it. He was then working as a teamster for $1.75 a day; he was a good fellow, and self-made; he might get to be governor, but could never make the grade to be president: the reason is on account of his religion, for he is a Catholic; no Catholic has ever been able to get into the presidential chair, and none ever will.

“Butch” had done a flourishing business all through the so-called “prohibition” era. Sometimes on a Sunday he had sold a hundred cases of beer. He showed the contrivance by which the cases were lifted from the cellar and slid along under the bar, two at a time. It was necessary to keep a man in the cellar all the while.

“Stretch” Farley’s father was killed at a railroad crossing at Haverstraw. Thereafter his mother had run a saloon for years and “Stretch” and all his brothers had taken their turns tending bar until they got big enough to go to work. Yes, it was true, “Stretch” himself neither drank nor smoked, but he did chew gum to beat the band and helped Wrigley to build up his business.

Joseph Osman, Storekeeper

Joseph Osman, storekeeper down at the Point, was born there and lived there all of his 77 years. He laughingly claims that he knew Jim Farley before he was born; he thinks Jim might be governor some day. He admits that of the several hundred citizens at the Point there are but four Protestant families, of which his is one. Up the other side of the track they are all Protestants. He has seen the Point go up and come down at least six times. Now the brick business is done for, and even in Haverstraw they run only one yard, and that but spasmodically. Tinies were never so bad.

Yes, Jim was born in the big brick house next to the post office. It is vacant now. Afterwards they lived for many years in the big double house across from the Catholic church, the only church at the Point. The Farleys owned one side of the house, and the O'Grady’s the other. Jim had been town commissioner three times; then he went to the Assembly once, and then Al Smith made him boxing commissioner; after that his work was in New York. When he had first married he went to live up in Stony Point (across the tracks), then to Haverstraw, and finally to New York city itself.

Up Across the Tracks

‘Stony-Point-on-the-Hudson,’ up across the tracks, the scene of “Mad Anthony” Wayne’s victory over the British, is a most beautiful place of trees and lawns and fine homes. As luck would have it, one of these fine homes where a call was made was that of the Lilburnes, warm Protestant friends of the Farleys. When the Farleys first went to housekeeping, in the little white cottage on Wood street, the Lil-hurnes were near neighbors, kept their youngsters later when they wanted to go out in the evening, and the youngsters still delight to be with Aunty Lilburne, as they call her, and to go with her occasionally to the Protestant church which that very fine-looking young woman attends. She wanted it distinctly understood that she is a friend of the Farleys, and they of hers, and that they are coming in a few days to pay them a visit, repaying one they recently made to the Farleys in Washington, at which time all hands were guests of Mrs. Roosevelt at the White House.

Then there was Matthew Hurd, of the school board, now about 70, but enterprising and alert. He had shoved Jim Farley off the rostrum at the high school, the night of his graduation, and told him to go and make a name for himself, and Jim had done it. He was a self-made man, a natural politician. When Jim commuted to New York, which he did for years, he never got up and left the train, but always went through the length of it, and knew everybody and spoke to everybody, and was liked by everybody, including the informant. lie had been unable to come and speak at this spring’s commencement exercises, but had been invited.

Another prominent citizen of Stony Point commented on the efforts which had been made from Albany to get Catholics on the teaching staff of the high school, but Stony Point preferred to run its own school. The very school they were trying to get a chance to control had been the making of the community’s most prominent citizen, Hon. J. A. Farley, postmaster general, recently made an LL.D, by one of the colleges.

Mr. Farley was thought to have been very unwise recently in virtually ordering the supervisors to dismiss their capable civic engineer, Calvin T. Allison, and to put a man of his choice in his place; Mr. Allison, even with the facts before him, could not believe it, saying, ‘‘Why, Mr. Farley is my neighbor and my friend.”

The Reason for This Survey

The reason for this survey is that it is important at this stage to know something about the man who has more power in his grasp than any other man in the country, and that at a time when the conditions are very different from what they have ever before been.

Never before have we had a government wrestling with the problem of what to do with 11,000,000 Americans out of work; never- before have we had in office a man who literally made a president (for it is universally admitted by those who know the facts that it was Mr. Farley who put Mr. Roosevelt in), and at one and the same time is the Democratic national chairman, the New York state chairman, the postmaster general, and the dispenser of jobs for the administration and disburser to those needing relief. No king ever had as much power.

Some great and powerful organization, it would seem, must have provided Mr. Farley with detailed information as to just whom to go to see, in the days when he was racing back and forth across the United States in the interests of Franklin D. Roosevelt. He knew just who would be ideal delegates to the Chicago convention of the Democratic party, and those delegates were named and elected for the express purpose of nominating Mr. Roosevelt.

It is not hard to guess the name of the organization that told Mr. Farley where to look for delegates. One of Mr. Roosevelt’s uncles, so the genealogies reveal, is a bishop in the Roman Catholic church, and it was no doubt well understood in Rome before he was nominated that when he was in office, and the “Holy Year” got under way, Mr. Roosevelt would give Mr. Farley and the Roman church a free hand, and they have had it, and do have it, and it might be as well to add that the American people do not relish being governed from Vatican City, or looking in that direction when they want jobs to keep them alive.

“Holy Year” Planned Long in Advance

The “Holy Year” that was to lift America out of the depression was planned long before it started; the depression itself was no small part of that plan. It suited Vatican City extremely well to have Mr. Hoover make as big a failure as he could make, and to help it along.

For many years the systematizers of the ‘pope’ have been carefully charting and planning the entire political structure of the United States. They know where every job is and what it pays and of what it consists. Maps, card indexes, and all the latest office devices, according to those who have seen the plans, enable a man like James Aloysius Farley, endowed with a friendly manner, an imperturbable smile, and a prodigious memory, to do more in a few months in turning the control of America over to the Vatican than all the rest of them have been able to do in a lifetime. It is a matter of putting the right Roman Catholics in the right jobs.

It is said that of the first 220 postmasters appointed by Mr. Farley, 200 were Roman Catholics. That shows that Mr. Farley rightly assesses the control of the United States post office department as no light affair. It is easy to criticize his sudden breaking of the air mail contracts, but a careful investigation shows he had good reason to believe the government was being robbed.

Something is wrong somewhere when $40 invested in an airplane engine company will yield the investor a value of $6,000,000 in two years’ time, when $207 will make another man worth $25,000,000, and $2,530 make another man worth $35,000,000. The way the air mail subsidy worked out prior to the time Mr. Farley canceled all the contracts was that 97 percent of it went to four concerns. The companies claim they were entitled to a trial before cancellation of their contracts. Granted, but they had something like eight months in which to furnish adequate answers to the questionnaire which called for a full statement of proceedings held illegal.

In this matter Mr. Farley had the law on his side. It called for competitive bidding, but, instead of that, a group of men met in Washington and parceled out the air mail business of the United States among themselves, to their huge advantage, but not to that of the taxpayers.

Thirteen dead aviators among the army fliers turned public sympathy in the direction of the civil aviators who had built up the flying business of the United States from nothing until it was the best in the world, and Mr. Farley was glad to restore the air mail to private hands. When he did so the average bid was 30e per mile, against the old figure of 42c, and the government will pay out $9,000,000 a year for its air mail service, as against $20,000,000 for 1933 and $14,000,000 for the fiscal year ending June 30, 1934. We mention these items to Mr. Farley’s credit, because he needs them.

Plenty of Work as Postmaster General

Mr. Farley would have plenty to do if he faithfully discharged his duties as postmaster general and dropped all other activities. It is stated that on the very day that the president of the United States urged on the nation’s business leaders that they increase wages and reduce hours of work Mr. Farley announced a four-day payless furlough for 270,000 postal workers, and also announced his intention to save another $9,000,000 by lengthening the hours of work. He will not give work to any who are not enthusiastic about President Roosevelt’s New Deal, yet he makes that New Deal run on three legs.

Some odd things happened in June. The Leviathan, an American ship, was ready to sail, but at the last minute 840 sacks of mail were taken out of her hold and distributed among French and British vessels. Four days later the President Harding, another American vessel, left with almost no mail, while on the same day 3,000 sacks of U. S. mail were diverted to a German boat. The public would like to know why such things are done.

The Post Office department claims payroll economies during 1933-34 fiscal year amounting to $80,000,000. That is a good deal of money to take out of the postal workers in a year, and it is a question of how much real benefit the public in general gets out of such a reduction. $22,000,000 of this saving was attributable to the policy of not filling normal vacancies. In other words, whenever a postal worker dies it is the present policy of the government to make those who live on do their own work and his too. At that rate, in forty or fifty years we would have a half dozen men doing all the postal business for perhaps 200,000,000 people. It doesn’t seem any too sensible as a policy, especially when the government is borrowing $10,000,000 a day to keep the hunger mobs off the streets. What they need is employment.

The Duties of a Jobmaster

It is a big job, being jobmaster of the United States, but James Aloysius Farley comes nearer being that than any other man that ever lived. He has systematized the work. He successfully backed a bill to open every job paying more than $5,000 to political appointment. Nobody can be squeezed into any of those jobs without his approval and consent.

Do the senators and representatives want to hand out jobs to their constituents? There is a list of those that have backed the president on everything, a “white list”. Those not on the ■white list are out of luck. There is an F.R.B.C. list. That means those that were for Roosevelt before the Chicago convention at which he was nominated. Those that are on that list are in better luck than those not on it. Mr. Farley has everything about jobs at his finger ends. He tries to put men where they will strengthen, not weaken, his organization. Give him credit for that. He is not looking for loafers or fools.

Mr. Farley is very much of an Irishman, and proud of it, which is his right. He wears green socks, green ties, a handkerchief with a green border, and always corrects his letters in green ink and signs them himself with ink of the same color. It is claimed that his speeches, like those of at least two of his predecessors in the postmaster general’s office, are composed for him by Ike Gregg, a former New York Sun man.

He is not to be blamed because of his elaborate office suite at Washington. It was prepared by his predecessor. There is a reception room that will comfortably hold 350 office-seekers, a private office 25 by 50 feet, twice the size of the president’s office at the "White House, and a bath room fit for the ‘pope’ himself.

And That Brings Us Back to the Pope

And that brings us back to the ‘pope’, and that is where the shoe pinches about Mr. Farley. Brought up in an American town, with every advantage of other American lads, and such advantages as he could get in no Roman Catholic country or community on earth, there is a well-defined feeling that James Aloysius Farley is not true to the people that made him what he is, but is selling out the whole country to the crafty old man at the Vatican.

It does not set well to read that he has made two trips to Rome, apparently to get instructions on how to deliver this country and everything in it to a group of men that have proved that they hate republics and are ever on the alert to work their ruin. We refer to the ‘pope’ and the priests of the Roman Catholic church.

It does not set well at this juncture for Americans to be told that the N.I.R.A. is not Mr. Roosevelt’s plan, but the ‘pope’s’ plan, and none can have failed to note that though others have been skeptical the Rome-controlled press, the same press that was a unit in its un-American and unmanly attempts to force Judge Rutherford off the air, has also at all times been of one accord in boosting the Roosevelt policies. It is perfectly apparent that the “Holy Year” was intended to be a “Holy Year” for Roman Catholics, regardless of what it might be to others.

It is charged that on his last visit to Rome Mr. Farley had up the question of planting papal representatives in the American embassy at Moscow, where under the protection of the American flag they could work for the overthrow of the Soviet system. If that is true, it was a sorry errand for an American, and shows, just what we would expect, that the Vatican will gladly use anybody to pull her chestnuts out of the fire, even at the cost of a world conflagration.

'‘Stretch” Farley from Stony Point

Here are a couple of items from the New York Times. The first is from its issue of January 12, 1933. By this time “Stretch” knew that he was to have the place of Mr. Brown, the man who had "trouble with his hat” and who, as postmaster general, made himself the laughingstock of the entire United States. The item says:

James A. Farley, chairman of the Democratic national committee, and Mrs. Farley, gave a private dinner last night for the president-elect, and his eminence Patrick Cardinal Hayes, at their home, 3 East 84th street. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Roosevelt and Cardinal Hayes the guests were secretary of state and Mrs. Edw. Flinn, and the Very Reverend Mgr. Robert Keegan, secretary of charities to the cardinal.

The next citation from the Times is from its issue of April 17, 1933, after the lad that got to be town clerk at Stony Point had finally come to be a president-maker, and had delivered the goods, not to America, and not to the Lord, but to the ‘pope’, and that means to the Devil, his master, and it speaks for itself:

Cardinal Hayes celebrated pontifical Easter mass in St. Patrick’s cathedral yesterday morning and afterwards imparted the papal benediction upon a kneeling throng that filled the edifice. ... In the front pew to the right, facing the high altar, were James A. Farley, postmaster general, and Mrs. Farley, and in the front pew to the left were former governor and Mrs. Alfred E. Smith. . . . Just after Cardinal Hayes had left the sanctuary, walking at the end of the long recessional, Owen J. McCormack, sexton of the cathedral, came from the ambulatory, carrying the high silk hat and overcoat of Mr. Farley. The congregation stood until Mr. and Mrs. Farley and Mr. and Mrs. Smith started to leave. Followed by Mr. and Mrs. Mulrooney, they were escorted into the small vesting room of Cardinal Hayes, where the cardinal gave them individually his special Easter blessing as they knelt and kissed his episcopal ring.

The Inquisition is only a few jumps away. Let it come.

Beastly Persecutions in Germany By Judge J. F. Rutherford

THE beastly manner in which the Hitler gov-eminent treats Christian people who are faithful witnesses for Jehovah is indicated by the translation from the German of the letter that follows, written by a man who has been confined in the concentration camp or prison.

It smacks of the Roman influence and indicates that this policy of persecution against true Christians is now being pursued at the instance of Rome, even though a camouflage is put on it by the press saying that the Catholics are not properly treated in Germany. The facts are that only Catholics are permitted the freedom to practice their religion within the borders of G ermany.

The whole thing is a political move led by Gog, the chief instrument of the Devil, to destroy those who are faithful to Jehovah. These terrific persecutions are but a further evidence that the conspiracy mentioned in the 83d Psalm is being carried out by the Devil's crowd. In due time it will reach a climax, when Jehovah, through Christ Jesus, His Chief Executive Officer, will take a hand and clear these wicked ones out of the universe.

Let those who are followers of Christ Jesus rejoice that they are privileged to suffer for righteousness’ sake, having in mind the words of Jesus, who said to His immediate followers then, and for the benefit of those who are yet His followers: “Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.” —Matthew 5:10-12.

It would be difficult to believe that such persecutions could be carried on in this twentieth century were it not for the fact that the Lord foretold exactly these conditions would prevail just preceding the battle of the great day of God Almighty. Those who are true and faithful to Jehovah and who follow in the footsteps of Jesus and the early apostles may look forward with joy to their deliverance and participation in the glorious kingdom of Jehovah under Christ. The letter above referred to follows:

(TRANSLATION)

Dear Brethren in Christ:

Today I have the opportunity to make a visit to Brother W., and I use this to write you something about my experiences in the concentration camp.

On December 14 there was second time house-searching in my house. The SS found nothing, and they wanted then to take with them my Bibles (divers translations) and also the concordance. I admonished the gentlemen to the words of Luther, “Where is no Bible, there it is desolate.” I further said that Hitler received 20 Bibles on his birthday, which proves that the Bible is a general good. On my energetic statement that I would go at once to Berlin and protest against this doing, they let the Bibles here.

I was going on my work, and when I came back in the evening the neighbors told me that second time a policeman and two SS-men were in my house and have grumbled that I am not at home. They said I should come to the police in the evening. At 9 o’clock I camo back from my work and then I was going to police. After waiting some time, I was called to phone, and the commissioner said: “Now, Mr. L., you know, today was a house-searching, and there was found in the house of Mrs. NI. a paper ‘Obedience’ (this was a leading article of The Watchtower), and she said that she has the paper from you; is this true?” I said: “Yes, she has asked me for it, because she wanted to know and follow the obedience towards God as a true Christian and witness of Jehovah. ’ ’ He asked: ‘ ‘ Wherefrom you have this paper?” I said, “I have received it without order by the post.” The commissioner said : “When this is true the matter is done, but you must come again tomorrow; I must make a report, it needs not much time, you can go on your work tomorrow.”

In the next morning eight o’clock I was going to the police and waited till nine o ’clock till the commissioner came. lie then said that he must make report also of the three fellow-defendants and I must wait till one o’clock. Meantime came my family and brought me something to cat. At two o’clock a.m. the report was made, and on this occasion I saw in secret letter thereby that my warrant of the apprehension was already signed on the day before, that also the calming on the evening before was a coward saying by the commissioner. At three o’clock was said to the other brethren: “Mr. K., you are happy that you are sick, you must not in ‘Schutzhaft’ ” (that means “in prison”). He had a medical attest. To the other: “Mr. AV., the state police take consideration of your five children” (really he was only suspected because of the paper). To Sister M.: “You come to the Regional court.” It was said in a sanctimonious and regretting way that I must go in “Schutzhaft”. Now I was prepared. At four o'clock a policeman made ready his firearm, showed me the guns, and said: “This you will have, when you flee.” I said I will go alone in the prison, and he laughed sarcastically. With the auto-car we now were going to the concentration camp. I shuddered when I was brought to the S.A. guard. I never was punished, I never was in prison; and so now the two-meter-thick walls, the darkened lamps and the word of the SA, a real terror. Besides the pushings I heard sayings like: “Also an idiot of Jehovah,’’ “such a disciple of Jehovah,” “traitor,” “evildoer,” “parasite of the state,” etc.

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After the announcing I must stand on the wall and see silent an hour to the wall. Each, passing, of course, made his mockery. I sent many sighs to the Lord. Then I was guided to the hall. Five brethren present there let me know to be silent and showed me the plates: “Speaking forbidden.” As a new I must sit down alone. In the evening my bed-neighbor asked whispering: ‘ ‘ Have you already your good beating ? ’ ’ I told him what happened; and then I must hear that the official beating follows in the next morning. In quiet in this night, and without appetite, I awaited in the morning the destiny. Finally cried a guard-man: “The new-brought Bible Student to the guard-room.” A man of 22-25 years said: “Jehovah has written us a letter that you miserable creature shall be shooted”; and thereby he played with his firearm. For the gun you must pay ten pfennig, because you are not worthy anything. When I stand unfearful, he said: “You dog, have not any fear?” I replied: “Christ is my life, and dying my gain.” Then I was kicked out by the door. The brethren reported that one brother was boxed on the ears that his ears are sick till now. Meantime were brought four more brethren from R., which had also a miserable fate. Together we must go to the guard-room and sing “You, you Jehovah”. Then we should sing “Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles”, but this we refused and were boxed on the ears. Then we should sing one of our hymns. We said that the Association is forbidden long time and we had no hymn-books; but this helps nothing, and then we sang No. 299: “To the Work.” After repeating we must march through the hall and sing it also to the others in the hall; also in public rooms on Sundays when we were brought out. During the 14 days the Bible Students were the stupid fellows for the guard-men. In the dining-hall we were recommended to cat The Golden Age and the books. To the visitors said the guard-men: “These traitors must be walled in and die by hunger.”

Then we came 14 days to Sachsenburg. This concentration camp was especially made for the foreigners and we could have there a little recovery from the depression; but the separating from the family made us unhappy.

The last markstone was Hohnstein. In snowstorm we came to Schandau, and must stand one hour on the platform. Then we must march through 20-cm-high snow to Hohnstein. I was sick on the joints and have had damages and could not exercise one week. After this training we must work in building streets. I must work together with ten prisoners, work on a carriage and pair. Without any question the hairs were cut like a convict. What is further at Hohnstein is known enough among the people.

My business is broken; further four weeks’ prison. There is no room to write the peculiars. But I am satisfied that the Lord has revealed now also this matter. May come on the German brethren whatever, the witness by radio and Golden Age is more worth than sufferings.

With hearty greetings, joined with you,

Your brother

J. L.

Air Mail Contracts All Right After All

IT SEEMS that the air mail contracts were all right after all! Postmaster General Farley, in an address in New York city, said: “A lot of people have the impression politicians are not to Ite trusted. I have been active in politics better than twenty-odd years and I find more honesty and truth-telling among politicians than any other class.” Or maybe Mr. Farley meant that Democratic politicians are more honest than Republicans. In this event one wonders just where the New Jersey judge would stand who paid $25,000 into the Republican campaign fund for his original appointment, but was reappointed by a Democrat. The issues are confused and need straightening out in the minds of the “lot of people” Mr, Farley mentions.

$100,060,000 Saved by Post Office Department

Y MEANS of postal wage-cuts and suspended service the Post Office department effected a saving of $100,000,000 during the first fiscal year of the present administration. It is calculated that $80,000,000 of this amount came out of the pay envelopes of postal workers. If it had gone out to them it would have come back in a thousand ways in increased business for everybody.

Psychiatrists Taken Too Seriously

a. Frederick Wertham, instructor in New York University, and former psychiatrist of Bellevue Hospital, recently testified in a murder trial in New York that 99 percent of the testimony by psychiatrists is bunk. This seems borne out by the ease with which many of them can be engaged to testify on either side of a given case.

Mob Violence in the United States

INCE 1885 the number of persons lynched in the United States totals 4,146, of whom onefourth were white men and women. The lynchers are almost entirely confined to native Americans.

Man’s Four-footed Friend—the Dog (Part 2)

A COUPLE at Merion, Pa., had a dog that ran away from home regularly a little after nine in the morning and returned about noon. It came out at last that he had been stealing rides to Philadelphia on a certain train, and coming back with the crew on their next run. The crew had got to know him and he felt as though he was one of them.

London claims a dog that knows so well when his master is due to arrive that he jumps up and rushes to the door ten minutes ahead of time, and stands there waiting for him. The tale alleges, to its hurt, that if the master is late in coming the dog does not bestir himself until ten minutes before the time he actually arrives. Untrue, maybe; vibrations, maybe; demonized, maybe. How little we actually know!

And Speaking of Travel

If there is anything a dog likes to do, it is to travel. Some dogs cry out with keenest delight when taken for a ride in an automobile, even though they be unsafely and ignominiously given no better place to ride than the running board. An inexpensive device can be attached to a running board which will make it a quite safe place for a dog to ride.

Bal, a German police dog in Denver, visits his master daily at his office. He knows how to operate the automatic elevator, and occasionally uses it to make visits to other tenants in the building. He pushes the button with his nose, and goes from floor to floor unattended.

Nellie, fifteen years old, adopted the Paoli yards of the Philadelphia Terminal Division as her property. Her job, to which she pays strictest attention, is to keep all rats off the property. She will not allow another dog in the yards.

A dog almost caused a war between Greece and Bulgaria. He ran away from his Greek master across the Bulgarian line. The Greek ran after him. Ordered by a sentry to stop, he kept right on and was slain. The Greek troops advanced; the Bulgarians wisely withdrew their lines. If they had held their ground there would have been a war. All cooled off, after a bit.

A Pomeranian ran for two miles on the I.R.T. tracks between Astoria, L.I., and Broadway, and the motorman slowed down the train rather than kill him. He was going in the direction in which he had seen his master go. A little white terrier puppy on the Philadelphia elevated ran first one way and then another, and tied up two trains, until finally two motormen and three conductors succeeded in catching him.

The late Henry C. Wallace, secretary of agriculture, at his farm at Des Moines, Iowa, had a collie, Shagbark, that took it into his head every day, at the same hour, to leap into a poultry yard and patiently nose the Rhode Island Reds to one side of the yard and the White Wyandottes to the other. To do this he had to leap through a window into a barn.

Snip, a Cairn terrier belonging to the king of England, is a runaway. He recently deserted Windsor Castle and was captured in a stationer’s shop.

Last winter, a mile out on Lake Erie, north of Cleveland, an Airedale terrier sat down and froze solidly to the ice. He could not get away. Another dog was keeping him company by running around him in a circle. Two men went out with iron bars and finally dug him out.

Bosco, a Doberman Pinscher pup, that should have known better, stuck his head into an open leader pipe on the roof of the six-story apartment house at 437 East 156th street, New York. He skidded and clawed his way down seven stories and was caught by a hard-working police emergency squad in the basement just as he was slipping past. His next stop would have been the Harlem river. Who does the little fool think is going to pay that plumbing bill?

Two dogs that went astray! The first was sent to a passenger making a trip to the Mediterranean, and was rejected by her. As a result “Biddy” made a round trip to Egypt, but finally found a good home in her native city. The other dog was sent by a friend to a filling station employee in Sarasota, Florida. On arrival in Sarasota the dog escaped from the express office and was later found at the filling station where it was to be delivered, and was found in the care of the one to whom it had been sent.

A Dog’s Sense of Direction

Far up in Ontario a young trapper accidentally shot himself. He tied a note to his dog’s collar and told him to go to the nearest camp for help. The dog ran through three miles of brush, swam a river, reached the camp, and brought the aid desired.

Nemo made love to the Newark municipal airport. Twice lie was given a good home, once eight miles away, and once twenty-five miles away. In a few hours he was back at the airport, wagging his tail, happy to be back with friends. The men at the airport surrendered after that, built him a doghouse, got him a license, and made arrangements to feed him regularly.

Smut traveled between 300 and 400 miles, all the way from Dauphin, Manitoba, to Regina, Saskatchewan, so that he could be among old friends in the place where he used to live.

Equally remarkable was the journey of Curly, a dog owned by Ren S. Plumer, of Bassano, Alberta: Taken 400 miles north, away up into the Lesser Slave Lake country, he managed to find his way back home. It took him several weeks to make the trip.

Tony, an Airedale, belonging to the Samples family of Minden, Nebraska, strayed from the family car at Bricelyn, Minnesota, 500 miles away from home. The dog was given up for lost, but after nine months trotted up to the door whining and barking joyously. He had probably traveled thousands of miles.

Bud, a collie, took eight months to get from Albuquerque, New Mexico, to the girl he loved at Fort Scott, Kansas, 956 miles away. He had given Iris affection to the young woman; he did not know that he belonged to her brother-inlaw. He arrived at her door, thin, sore and bleeding, but deliriously happy to be back with the one he loved.

An Iowa dog was taken to Florida in a closed box car, a distance of fifteen hundred miles. Several weeks later he was found on the porch of the old home in Iowa. Some humans have a keen sense of direction, but none as keen as this.

Most surprising of all is the case of a dog lost in the East, and given up for good, which after three months appeared at his old home in the capital of Oregon, a staggering skeleton, to be sure, but he was there.

Dogs Like to Play and Like to Fight

Dogs are like boys in that they like to play and like to fight; the margin between the two is sometimes not very large. What starts one way may wind up the other. Blackie, Brooklyn dog, was a good ball-player. He was run over by an auto. His young master ran to his side to pick him up and got bitten four times on the hands-; the dog thought the game was getting too rough; and it was, for the four-footed playmate died.

Miss Peggy Tyson, Winchmore Hill, England, waved three bank notes playfully before her pet terrier. He accepted the challenge, and chewed them to pieces. Miss Tyson got her money back eventually from the government, because enough pieces were saved to make it possible, but she learned something.

Andrew Pelton, 320 West Twenty-ninth street, New York, was playing with his police dog Buster, and just for fun made a face, growled and snapped his teeth as the dog poked his nose in his face. The dog took the challenge, and nearly bit his nose off. Some dogs, like some men, are low on humor.

Three ice men got into a fight in East Ninth street, Brooklyn, in which two of the trio were stabbed, while all three were bitten by a neighbor's dog that seemed to enjoy the fight and was trying to spur it on. Everybody got arrested but the dog, quite as guilty as the other three.

Hie Egyptian Gazette, Cairo, Egypt, tells of a police dog in Victorville, California, that killed twelve snakes in one year. The item is interesting in Egypt, and maybe back in America. A dog likes to romp and likes a fight, imaginary or real.

Some Bad Four-legged Citizens

Some of the four-legged citizens are not all that they ought to be. The ghastliest wolf stories of Poland and Rumania have been traced to domestic dogs grown wild. A mysterious killer of sheep in the Austrian Alps turned out to be a dog that nobody would have suspected. He never attacked fowls or other animals at the farm. Indeed, a "‘killer” dog never slaughters sheep of his own flocks. In Kansas two dogs killed a hundred sheep in one night.

Little red-haired wild dogs in the Congo are reported as bringing lions, tigers and even elephants down with the fury of their onslaught. In Central India the Bunjara dogs eat one another with impunity. Wild dogs have roamed New England and Arkansas in recent years, and here in New York city Spotty and Sheik, ash scow dogs, were put to death for destroying nineteen suckling pigs on Riker's island, at the city pig farms.

In Kentucky the governor of the state, in a 500-word message, granted a full pardon to the German shepherd dog Patsy, convicted of sheep killing. It was proved that she had led an exemplary life until she fell into bad company, and it was acknowledged for her that she would for

evermore be a good dog and shun evil companions. All politics.

Many of the wild dogs are the result of the hard times and hard hearts of their owners. People with no hearts make use of dogs for their protection in the summer, and, when fall comes, abandon them by the hundred. In the city the destitute are forced, in self-defense, to part with their live stock, not being able to feed it. It costs something to keep a dog.

A city is no place for a dog; it is hard on the dog and hard on the people who want to use the sidewalks. The streets of Brooklyn have become as filthy as barnyards. Not only are there frequent rabies scares, but attacks upon humans are frequent and sometimes fatal.

France reports more than 3,500,000 dogs; New York state, something over 400,000. Animals killed by dogs in New York state in one year are listed as 2 horses, 1G9 cattle, 158 swine, 12,605 sheep or lambs, 73 goats, 1,235 hares or rabbits and 18,703 fowls. To justify such destructiveness in one state would be rather hard, ■we think. The future does not look bright for the dogs, or at least for many of them.

Some Dogs Trained in Duplicity

Some dogs are like some humans: they are well trained in duplicity. The New York Times tells editorially of two bulldogs that assisted their master in a flagrant swindle, and wound up by giving vigorous chase to their victim after he had handed over his $120.

At Lynbrook, Long Island, Kipp, a collie, strayed away from his master, a physician, and got into bad company. His new master taught him to participate in holdups. The last heard of him he had been sent home to his original owner, with a reprimand.

Lenox, Massachusetts, has a dog that has betrayed a fondness for right-hand gloves. He has stolen several of these and brought them home to his master. Left-hand gloves do not interest him, but no right-hand glove is safe anywhere within several miles.

At Coffeyville, Kansas, Mrs. Mabel Wilder is training a dog for the ministry. She has taught her little tan terrier to catch a coin in his mouth after a piece of money has been placed on his nose. Now, no doubt, as any other well-trained penny-snatcher should do, he runs around town with his collar on backwards and a collection basket always under his nose, sniffing for what he can get.

Rin Tin Tin, movie dog, in his life earned $300,000 for his master. Many dogs learn to play dead, to open doors, to play ball, and to perform a great variety of errands. When Lord Halifax died his dog Gyp survived him only four weeks; nobody told the dog his master was dead; he just knew it.

Some dogs are demonized; their minds are so clever and impressionable that the demons can and do use them for playgrounds; but, as this article is about dogs, and not about demons, we ignore at this time manifestations of intelligence which have no natural rational explanation.

“Beware of Dogs”

Lawyers and judges have always had to pay considerable attention to dogs. Birmingham, England, has a law that they must be off the streets after dark. An English judge has ruled that a dog has a perfect right to the streets and it is the duty of motorists to avoid him. At Bloomsburg, Pa., a pooch went to sleep in the middle of a busy highway and 400 motorists detoured around him.

In New Jersey, where they imprison women for taking the message of God’s kingdom from door to door, and crowd them into cells, so tightly wedged that they have to stand all night, a judge has decided that a dog has a perfect right to bark at night, and annoy people who wish to sleep. Sixty-six persons testified in the dog’s behalf, led by the mayor of the town.

At White Plains, New York, it was decided that a dog that is on the property of its mistress has a right to bite a child that trespasses. A Connecticut court has decided that a dog on the property of its owner may bite a peddler, and that means, of course, that it may bite anybody. Manifestly a person who knowingly keeps a vicious dog does not deserve to have the truth brought to his door, and would spurn it if it came. Such place may as well be omitted.

The Public Utility Commission of New Jersey has ruled that if a dog keeps meter readers away the companies supplying water, gas or electricity are justified in discontinuing service.

We give some headlines such as often appear in the public press: “Dog Shot Once, He Saves It; Elizabeth, N. J., Man Agrees to Pay Hospital Bill of Child It Bit”; “Dog Attacks Unamuno; Spanish Writer Has Arm Broken and Hand Torn in Beating Off Animal”; “Dog Bites Boy at School; Floral Park Police Chief Orders Round-up of Unmuzzled Animals”; “Police Dog Bites Mail Carrier”; “Saves Son from Dog; Mother Chokes Animal till It Lets Go of Child's Face”; “Dog Attacks a Horse; Mothers and Passers-by Flee; Policeman Kills It”; “Neighbors Save Boy Attacked by a Dog; Brooklyn Lad in Hospital from Bites by Animal Said to Have Been Unmuzzled in Yard; Screams Rouse District; Baseball Bat Routs the Dog, Which Later Springs at Policeman; Rabies Test to Be Made”; “Dog Bites Child in Fifth Avenue; Roped by Policeman in Chase.”

“Two Alsatians Attack Woman; Dogs That She Was Exercising’'; “Man Attacked by Five Dogs Wins Battle with His Cane”; “Boy Bitten Twenty Times by Pack of Six Dogs; North Bergen Pupil Attacked on Way Home from School; Saved by Passers-by”; “Four Dogs Die by Poison Needle for Crippling Upstate Girl”; “Dog Attacks Policeman; Patrolman Is Bitten by Animal While Protecting Children”; “Dog Bites Detective as He Tries to Stop Fight.”

“Terrier Dog Attacks Two Children; Kings Girls Escape Without Being Bitten; Policeman Kills Pet”; “Dog Attacks Two; Dies of Excitement; Sulky Chow Bites Master and Latter’s Stepdaughter During Tussle; Captured with Lasso; Policeman Makes for Station with Recalcitrant Prize but Dog Succumbs on Way.”

“Wild German Police Dog Resists Shots and Tear Gas; Bites Three in Jersey City, Then Withstands Police Fire Two Hours in a Garage; Eleventh Bullet Kills It; Patrolmen, Themselves Routed by Bomb Fumes, Smash Window to Train Guns on Animal”; “Dog (Black Nondescript) on Rampage Bites Three; Animal Captured by the Police After Bedford Avenue Chase”; “Dog Bites Three Children; Collie Attacks Group Leaving a Brooklyn School”; “Three Bitten by a Large Police Dog; Disappears After It Attacks Man in Bronx Street”; “Stray Airedale Dog Bites Three Children; Animal Visits Same District Twice and Is Killed”; “Dog Pack Runs Wild; Leader of Pack of Mongrels, a Big Black Dog, Bites Three; Big Animal Shot by Police After Brooklyn Chase; Children Are Attacked While at Play.”

“Save Children from Dog; Women Herd Family in Room While Police Kill Rabid Animal” ; “Dog Bites Four Children; Two Attacked at Coney Island Trying to Save Others; Animal Shot”; “Dog Bites Woman and Three Children; Cries Fill Flatbush Neighborhood and Police Are Called as Terrier Goes on Rampage”; “Dog Attacks Four in White Plains; Health Department Employee Is Bitten Trying to Capture Animal”; “Hundreds Routed as Mad Dog Bites Four; Three Boys and Father of One Are Victims as Reserves Are Called Out in Kings; Men Capture Animal; Mongrel Taken to Miller Avenue Police Station to Await Action by the Board of Health”; “Dog Bites Five in New York Crowd; Patrolman Finally Corners Animal and Shoots It”; “Defend Pupils Against Dog; Women Teachers, Janitor and Two Children Bitten by Rabid Animal at Birmingham, Alabama”; “Crazed Dog (Large German Shepherd) Bites Three on Ferryboat; Passengers from Weehawken Are Thrown into Uproar as Animal Races About Cabin; Craft Tied Up an Hour; Policeman Fires Nine Shots Before Killing Intruder; It Had Hurt Three Others in New Jersey.”

In New York city alone, in a single year, six thousand persons are bitten by dogs. In one instance thirteen persons were bitten by a single dog. Two dogs at the White House bit visitors to the president. Does it not seem that all this is unnecessary, inexcusable, and will not be permitted under the reign of earth’s rightful Ruler? But now—

Something on the Other Side

Because of their general intelligence, and their desire for the approval of their masters, and particularly because of their astonishing olfactory power, dogs can be trained to assist in the execution or the breaking of laws. They have no consciousness of the moral or immoral quality of their acts.

Wigger von Blaisenberg, of Lausanne, Switzerland, has aided the police of the Canton of Vaud in no less than forty difficult cases, thirty-two of which he successfully solved. Solution of suicide cases, prevention of attempted murders, apprehension of escaped lunatics, tracking of robbers, are some of his achievements. He traced a suicide all over his farm and finally stopped at the edge of the lake where the body was found; he found a woman who had been lost in the mountains for three days; he found a farmer’s wallet in a freshly plowed field, six inches deep under the furrow. He knows to apprehend persons not walking on the regular paths, and knows to give warning when a window is open on the ground floor or when smoke is coming out of a window or out of the side of a house.

Near White Plains, New York, a police dog was allowed to sniff at the blankets of two escaped prisoners. He followed them 23 miles and stood at bay at the barn where they were found sleeping.

At Auburn, New York, a dog led police to the edge of Owasco lake, where they found the body of his suicide master.

At Toronto, Ontario, a truck killed a little girl; her canine companion followed the truck and stayed with it until the driver was arrested and taken into court. A New York dog caused the capture of a burglar.

In Germany 600 dogs are used to prevent rifling of freight cars, and are found efficient watchmen. Whistles are used that can be heard by the dogs but are inaudible to humans; thus the dogs can be summoned without the fugitives’ knowing they are being tracked.

At 378 Pacific avenue, Brooklyn, Simon No-veck, druggist, was attacked by four bandits. His police dog Jepp defended him, but was shot. Despite his wound, he followed the bandits down the street until two of them were seized by the police.

At Summit, Illinois, Kaiser, a Great Dane, quite upset the plans of eight bandits armed with sawed-off shotguns and automatics. They held up a cabaret, killing three women and wounding three men. The Great Dane chewed up three of the bandits quite badly and entirely upset their party.

Some Other Interesting Watchdog Notes

In Our Dumb Animals a lady reports that twice, when the head of the house was away over night, a little mongrel dog in the neighborhood, which she and her mother had treated kindly, came and lay in front of their door all night. It was never known to do this on any other occasions.

At Chicago, when a concern failed, the assets were so closely watched by a fierce hound that court action was necessary to protect the creditors. The dog would not allow the receiver to attend to his work.

On one occasion while the famous movie actor police dog Rin Tin Tin slept in the home of his mistress, Mrs. Lee Duncan, at Los Angeles, burglars entered the home and ransacked the ice box without even waking him.

At Avondale, Georgia, a three-year-old German police dog interposed her own body between a rattlesnake and ten-year-old Frank Shipp, jr. The dog was badly bitten, but survived.

At Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a police dog, Boy, was beside his master when the latter attempted suicide by diving off a bridge into the Allegheny river. Boy ran to the end of the bridge, swam to the middle of the stream, and pulled him out. And when his master went to prison for his illegal act, Boy lay outside of his cell wagging his tail and supremely happy.

At Chicago the owner of a fine police dog, Nutmeg, worth $600, went out with him on the leash. Somewhere in the crowd somebody slipped Nutmeg off the leash and put Gyp, a plain mutt, in his place. During the night Nutmeg got away from his captors and came home; so his owner now has two dogs in place of one.

Rags, an Inman (Nebraska) dog, has found and brought to his owner two pocketbooks, one containing $15, and one containing $39 that had been lost for two years.

Dogs trained to avoid beaten paths and men in uniform are used for smuggling contraband into Spain and Belgium. Bloomfield, New Jersey, has a police dog that, before he was detected, carried 44 bottles of milk to dark alleys, opened them, and drank their contents.

Owners Are Held Responsible

Owners, properly enough, are held responsible for the misbehavior of the dogs which they own. The parents of a Brooklyn boy were awarded $1,500 damages for injuries inflicted upon him by a dog’s bites. The customary penalty inflicted upon the dog is death. New York state has considered passing an ordinance that any dog attacking an unoffending person or animal may be killed on sight by any person witnessing the attack; we are not sure if this passed, but it was up for consideration, and seems like a good law. An African big game hunter shot through the heart a $500 Chow dog that made for him with his teeth bared in the lobby of a high-class New York apartment house. The owners sued him for $25,000 for hurting their feelings.

A Long Island jury decided that Howard Hendrickson, a chicken farmer of Bridgehampton, was justified when he shot to death a $4,000 Irish setter accounted to be one of the finest dogs in the United States. The state dog warden of the county, Suffolk, puts to death about 1,300 stray dogs each year. Carbon monoxide fumes are used, and in four minutes from the time the condemned dogs enter the death chamber their lives are painlessly ended. Police officials do kill and have to kill many dogs by shooting. Chloroform is used in Jersey City.

At Gloucester, Massachusetts, it transpired that dogs were used for pistol practice in the boiler room of the police station. A dog already suffering from two bullet wounds was tied at a rope’s end while a poor marksman was trying to finish its sufferings by shooting. A lethal chamber was substituted after the story got into the papers.

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