Judge — December 1938 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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the Senator-at-large Into the 77th Congress will march men fresh from the November elections who will have no. reason to be pleased with the things that Presi- dent Roosevelt has said about them over the summer and the fall. A great deal of their per- sonal resentment will have passed, as it always does with time, but deep in their hearts will be the constant willingness to oppose the Presi- dent's pronouncements. In that Congress will be shaped the trends of the 1940 major party conventions and men will be measured for their fitness to those trends. The resourceful- ness of the Chief Executive is so amazing that all of the old rules have to be abandoned in trying to anticipate his tactics. So you can get ready for a grand slug fest almost from the opening day. vw A bumblebee followed Marvin McIntyre up the steps of a country house on the Hudson River. He made a lazy gesture toward it with his left hand, and walked through the screen doors into a mellow hall that would drive an interior decorator balmy if he tried to repro- duce the same effect. It is a quiet, comfortable and restful hall, filled with things that only people who live in a house can accumulate. A great Dutch clock alongside a Chinese Chip- pendale chest, an English Church settle facing an authentic Spanish cabinet, and over in the other end a life-size bronze of the master of the house when he was a young man back in 1911. McIntyre turned to the right, ked down the hall into one of those little rooms that men like to have around the place and which is just their own. There, seated at an old desk which was a little the worse for wear, wearing a blue shirt open at the collar, and no tie, re- laxed, happy because he was home, sat a man who looked as if he had nothing more serious on his mind than to investigate the condition of the hay crop on the place anytime he got around to it that day. It was Franklin D. Roosevelt, President of the United States, sit- ting in a delightfully shabby room of unbroken quiet, except for the noise made by the bumblebee which had located Mac again and was pounding at the window screen to get in. vw The flood of pictures released for publicity purposes in the last weeks of the campaign in New York State left the newspaper reader convinced that the campaign for Governor between a pipe and a mustache. The New York campaign had one good result, however, and that was 10 A GENTLEMAN AT HOME; BUZZING BEES; PRESIDENTIAL POPPING that Senator Wagner found it easy to smile while soliciting votes. That smile has been noticeably absent for a good many years. vw Presidential possibilities are popping up all over the place. It is pretty generally agreed that the genial Jim Farley has developed, with- out apparently trying too much, an amazing following. Jesse Jones, Chairman of the Recon- struction Finance Corporation, is discussed almost as frequently, and the name of Senator Bennett Clark is always heard in any such discussions, particularly in the West and Middlewest. It would be well to subscribe for the Congressional Record of the next Congress if you have a leaning towards reading carly nominations and campaign an- nouncements. vw Some morning after breakfast at the May- flower in Washington stand in the lobby long enough and you will receive unquestionable proof of President Roosevelt's intention to run for a third term. You don't have to move across the lobby to have thrust upon you an equal mount of proof that he won't do anything of the kind; and sometime within the forenoon, from some equally authoritative source you will 've stood it as long as | can." be positively assured that he couldn't be elected any event. By that time you are too dizzy to go out on the street alone anyhow so you might as well spend the rest of the day there and hear the scintillating hundred more rumors about everything else going on in town. You can’t dodge a rumor in Washington; it sneaks up behind you, bites you on the ear, and crawls up under your hat when you least ex- pect it; and if you aren't careful you'll take it home with you and turn it loose. vw Down in Washington, in the beautiful Indian Summer, a man died and was buried for the eleventh time. The illustrious spokesman of the President who lived and died with seven Presidents was born again, lived a week, and was thrown out the window into the still open grave, by the President. This spokesman has been born and died so often that nobody pays much attention to either his coming or his going. What Styx he fears or from what pollen he comes no one knows. He is just around once in a while and speaks importantly for a moment and then quietly and tiredly climbs to his hearse. . It is to be hoped that on his next appearance he will wear a new shroud and false whiskers so that he can fool someone, at least for a little while. vw When the history of the Roosevelt Adminis- tration is written there will be three names which will stand out for the success of their accomplishments and the hard work which they have done at their little-publicized posts of duty. These men are John H. Guill in the ‘arm Credit Administration; W. E. Stroud and Edgar Stansfield in the Reconstruction Finance Corporation. H.N, THE JUDGE FOR DECEMBER comicbooks.com