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city, it was in the dead of winter, and a terrible blizzatd was blowing. It was far below zero, and everything was storming and freezing. The dying man said to his sorrowing family gathered about him: "Send for a Priest." They said "What do you mean-a Priest? Don't you want a Rabbi?" And Cohen said*: "'What-on a night like this?"

The figures showing the loss of human life by violence o*er the Fourth of July holiday week end, were shocking and staggering. They grow continually. The majority of lives were lost in traffic accidents. Which brought to mind Wilson Mizner's great crack: "More people get run down by gossip than by automobiles."

I want to reply to a lot of letters that keep coming to me from various parts of the country, asking if I have ever compiled a book of tny Vagabond Editorials, and suggesting that if not I should go ahead and do so, thus making them available in handy form. That suggestion has come to me continually for many years. Long ago Thomas Dreier, famous Eastern author, journalist, and publicity wizard., made that suggestion to me. He thought it would be a much sought after b*ook. *

The answer is that I have long considered doing that very thing, but have never yet summed up the courage to tackle it. f even went so far as to compile in typewritten form what I thought were my best writings. It would take a whole lot of work, and require a lot of energy, and so far I haven't made the leap. Twenty years ago I got so many urgings from my friends to compile a book of my favorite stories that I went ahead and did so. I wrote "Cullud Fun," a book of darkey stories. Later I followed it with another called "Lotsa Fun," made up of dialect stories of all kinds. Both sold freely, and both are out of print long ago. ***

But that was twenty years ago, and I have twenty years less ambition and twenty years less surplus energy than f had then, so the editorial book may never be written. I am grateful for the kindly things my friends say about these writings, and there is always a chance that my ambitions may overcome my laziness, and I may tackle the job. Anyway, I'd like to.

The editor of a great l.rin.l" newspaper told me recently in a street conversation that my Vagabond Editorials were the "most stimulating" reading matter that comes to his desk. That was praise indeed, from such a man. He hit the nail of my ambitions and intentions right on the head when he said "stimulating." That is exactly what I try for and aim at every time I shove a sheet of yellow paper into this typewriter. It takes vigorous and rugged reading to make people think these days. Smooth and charming diction belongs not in the times we live in. Polished paragraphs do not impress. +**

To rescue his readers from the shocking condition of purposeless mediocrity into which this nation is so definitely drifting should be the ambition of every editorial writer, regardless of the character or size of his publication. Men who think vigorously And straight are never Com-

munists'

Ralph Bradford, executive vice president of the United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington, D. C., returned to his native Texas recently to make a speech. And, boy, what a speech he made. Read the following cut-down of his remarks, and you will find food for thought sufEcient to last you for some time. He said that the greatness of America is found in the fact that the political and social climate in the United States is more favorable to human activities than in any other country in the world, past or present. But, he said, we may lose our heritage by turning to false gods, to the worship of the omnipotent state, by surrendering our freedom for a mess of bureaucratic pottage, by our indifference to waste and extravagance in government, by placing too much dependence, both as individuals and communities, on government.

Mr. Bradford called for a return to individual initiative and a sense of citizenship responsibility; for a belief in the practice of solvency rather than an espousal of bankruptcy through spending and deficit financing as a-deliberate national policy; for a return to the concept of local self-sufficiency; for an international policy that is not based on fear and appeasement, but "upon the strength of a people who are generous but no longer foolish and who are not afraid." He said that this country is traveling along the wrong road, and, while it is too late to retrace our steps, it is not too late to change our course if the creative energies of the American people are to be protected from the blight of statism'

Our expenditures for national defense and for gifts abroad have risen to approximately 25 billions of dollars a year, more than any war in history ever cost. To save England in 1946 and put her solidly on her economic and financial feet, we made her a gift of $3,750,000,000. It disappeared quickly, and now we are handing her about another billion dollars annually out of European recovery funds. The question which naturally arises today when we are told that England-in spite of the almost immeasurable millions we have given her-faces her worst financial crisis, is-how deep is the English rathole, and can we ever fill it without destroying ourselves? For, in spite of all the billions we have given her, England is probably as bad off today as she would be had we not sent her a dime. So, where do we go from n.r*.t * ,k

Saw the statement of a business corporation the other day that explains where we get all this money we waste on England. The total expenses of the company for last year were 19 million dollars, which included $S miUion for taxes. and $2.9 milion were dividends. Thus more than one fourth of the entire expense of the business was taxes, and the tax man got nearly twice as much as the owners of the business. That tells the story.

Mario Berlini, famous L"ir"*rn"" tenor, is something of a wag. He was asked to hear a young singer, and was told that the man had learned his art by singing in the bathtub. Berlini listened to the young man sing, and then remarked: "FIe needs more baths."

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