The Key West Citizen Newspaper, October 1, 1953, Page 4

Pege 4 THE KEY, WEST CITIZEN Thursday, October 1, 1953 The Key West Citizen PIERRE’S IN THE MIDDLE AGAIN Ct » P. Artman, owner , from Citizen Building, corner of Greene and Ann Streets. Onty Daily Newspaper in Key West and Monroe County &. ®. ARTMAN NORMAN 0. ARTMAN Entered at Key West, Florida, as Second Class Matter TELEPHONES 25661 and 2-5662 txdlicd't use for roprocucica otal sews dispatches ercted @ not otherwise credited in this - and also the local Daper, Business Manager to news Member Florida Press Association and Associate Dailies of Florida Subscription (by carrier), 25 per week; year, $13.20; by mail, $15.60 ADVERTISING RATES MADE KNOWN ON APPLICATION invites discussion of public issues will not forum and an open local or general tions: ‘The Citizen is and subjects of FLORI interest, but it UAPROVEMENTS FOR KEY WEST ADVOCATED SY THE CITIZEN $ and Sea. ation of County and City Governments. Community Auditorium. ‘ —— “Sometimes we hear it said that two persons have the “same disposition,” but that is not so. Of the two billion- odd human beings on earth, all have many things in com- mon, but no two dispositions are exactly alike. Some may seem to be the same, but there is always a particularity, minor in most instances, that is different. — _A man’s disposition is born with him, and, try as he may, he can’t change it. He may try to change it, but it is easy enough to see that he is not himself. We should not criticize a man for his disposition, because we or- selves are open to criticism. It was said that Dan McCarty was not a “good mix- er,” but he was earnest and a sincere man, which is a thousand times better than being a hand-shaking, back- slapping man, who tries to make you feel you hold a top- notch position in his regard. McCarty was reserved and was also, what few of us are, a good listener. Most of us are so intent on giving our opinions on anything, even though we know little or nothing about it, we are so much concerned in our own thoughts we don’t determine the full import of what somebody is saying. Quiet, never losing his poise, McCarty let you have your say without interrupting you or trying to anticipate what you were going to say. Many of us try to “take over” when somebody is speaking to us. : The closer one came to knowing McCarty the better one liked him. One learned that McCarty meant what he said, and that his lack of flourish, so common among pol- iticians generally, was due to his not attempting to mis- lead one. McCarty’s sterling traits in private life demonstrat- ed, during the almost nine months he was governor, that, had he lived to serve his full term, he would have made one of the best chief executives the state of Florida has ever had. During his campaign he said he was against gambling. He did not make that statement repeatedly as a catch-vote expedient: he made it because he meant it. And he proved he meant it while he was in office. The Citizen can’t recall gamblers having had as hard a time in Florida as they did under McCarty’s regime. He said also he favored a higher tax on dog-track operators, whose returns on their investments in tracks were inordinately high. When he became governor he fought for a higher tax and won, though he was opposed by the most poveerful unit of lobbyists that had ever tried to kill a bill in the legislature. Florida mourns McCarty’s passing, for Floridians gen- By A. de T. (YOU SHALL KNOW THEM by ‘Vercors, translated from the Fren) iby Rita Barisse, satirical novel published by Little Brown and Co.,| Boston, Mass.) In a one-woman book column, with only an occasional guest re- viewer, the criticism must of ne- cessity be more laudatory than seems warranted by the great quantity of seccond rate volumes that glut the book market today. The reason for this is not because, of any innate literary politeness on} the part of the columnist and critic.| It is simply because with only a! limited amount of reading time, the weviewer attempts thru previous reputations of authors and cata- logue blurbs, to choose only the’ “creme de la creme” for review. Sometimes she misses in her se- lection and the literary fur flies. But usually she is pretty sure the book has genuine merit before she starts. And the reason for this apologe- tica for praise is the new book by ‘Vercors, a French author with two volumes already to his credit. The} novel is very entertaining. It is; satire with real thought behind it, laid in Britain and New Guinea and with murder, suspense and ro-) mance thrown in with grace. The idea behind the book is a permanently exciting one, even to- day when the theory of evolution is accepted by most people as closer to the truth than anything) else man has devised or scienti- fically envolved to explain him- self. No exact definition of man) has ever been made by man, even by the rational French who are given to correct codification. Where does the ape end and man begin? If a specimen tribe of Neanderthal men were to appear somewhere suddenly today, would we classify them as men or as beasts? In Mr. Vercors’ novel ape-like | Architectural Design Is Poor ‘Soviet Construction Industry Is Inefficient Editor's Note—Here is a reveal-jwere interrupted by a roar and a)impassable for a passenger car be- ing look into Soviet construction/crash. Across the street a cloud of cause of deep ruts and holes. Whea fourth in a series. By TOM WHITNEY methods—for both buildings and dust and plaster arose. People ran Toads. It is given by an AP COf-itrom al} directions. respondent who spent nine years ma in the Soviet Union, This is the It was easy to see what had happened. A fine Soviet building—' fine by Soviet standards—stood op- posite me. Three floors up therey’ fused to be a balcony. The balcony they are wet one can within a few jseconds go up to an axle in the mud. | Such dirt coads are only passable ‘for trucks with high clearance— ,and not always for them. It is difficult to see how Russia ‘ | LONDON @&—I was out for a had simply fallen off the front of can get along with such a road walk in Moscow one autuma night the building. |system. ja few years ago. My meditations say anything that hasn’t been said ja hundred times since Uncle Tom's cabin, and in much better prose. Miss Upshaw’s characters are author tosses in a flavor of the “disintegrating south” school of writers, which has become increas- ingly irritating to this reviewer. The guilt of the white man be- cause of his race’s past treatment, of the darker man, and the Negro’s, jtaking on a guilt of the run away’ horses in his own race, are w Miss Upshaw doesn’t even put them over as well as men like Faulkner.} And besides, all of the writers of) this particular school never stop to) consider that diet and climate have} a lot to do with disintegration of; any kind, and guilt complexes and) nore itiquated. You can see this well selected to move in her plot, /2™ ery: but unfortunately they are painted) watching new buildings go up. lin pastel cliches and sentimentali-'¥' \ties and the reader is never quite. ‘ jbuilt. An American might guess| convinced that all their brooding! x aia has much justification. Besides, the'S? Yea"s: the cornerstone will show million trucks and passenger cars, | One does not have fo be an ex-) Soviet industry turns. out quite 'pert to realize that most of the decent passenger cars and trucks, ‘buildings are poorly constructed Soviet tracks parti y seem to jand that almost the whole con-\be sturdy and practical’ vehicles, struction industry is inefficient and Private passenger car ownership in is increasing even though the num- Or bers of private car owners are but can walk up to an older build- 4 drop in the bucket of the poten- ing and start guessing when it was tial market. There may be as many as three it was erected eight or maybe 15) On so few good roads! years ago. But it already looks| Sooner or later, of course, the old, The work was poor. The build-|S0vernment will find transport ie ing is dirty. jsuch a bottleneck that somehting Some buildings in Moscow look. be are to be hve atk i ol mce they get sta finish oe idbenatoa a aH are take decades to build a highway Most are built of brick. But the System comparable to that of the ‘builders do not have facing brick,|United States. And Russia is much doubtedly true to some extent bur Instead they cover over the surface|Digger than the United States in with plaster. jtotal area and has a larger popula- The plaster sometimes starts/ion. 5 : falling off before the building is) Nor will road building in Russia even finished. Even when it stays|>€ easy, despite the generally level ‘on it does not look good. It is/countey. Stone will have to be usually painted with some sort of|Fought for long distances. There plaster paint—often in a pastel|2te relatively few quarries in the and disappointments of everybody from the mill owner to a stuttering} butcher. The author hasn’t missed a sin- lgle melodramatic situation that) could be sucked from the unnatural | ‘relations which have grown up in! jsouthern United States because| GINCRAS pany, Indianapolis, Ind., 296 page. And this is where the literary Yur flies. This book illustrates a sentimen-| al brand of stream-of-consciousness | writing imposed upon lurid melo- drama. Miss Upshaw’s point counterpoint) technique shifts the reader into the; minds of a dozen people living in a lumber mill town in Louisiana.|and then mildly mentions that some The skeleton plot involves a lyn- of the people intend to do some-| ching, the romance of a white manjthing, and shows a few of them dred years ago brought a more childlike people from another con- tinent here for exploitation. Intel-| ligent and good people of all races) dislike ard attempt to improve these relationships. Miss Upshaw ‘in the literary trade. She does all the rest. Miss Upshaw weakens her prose by several stylistic defects. She uses far too many adjectives and cliches. In addition to this she falls in love with these same adjectives and cliches and uses them again and again. Noel’s pale amber hands move across countless sentences, Jonathan Farrell blocks doorways with his bulk until the reader won- ders if he has time for running his} lumber yard, and Philip Farrell’s| face is white and pale so many mercenary white men several hun-|times, me thinks the author pro- tests too much But Miss Upshaw does have sev- eral qualities which should make her a good novelist if she continues have a genuine understanding of what dishes up everything all over again, keeps the reader reading, she has a story teller’s sense which instinc- tively moves her plot along, and she does select her characters well and a beautiful Negro girl, and the doing it. general frustration, neuroticism! However, she doesn’t show or even though she doesn’t do half what she might with them, The SIREN of SILVER VALLEY By PAUL EVAN LEHMAN GILVERSTONE lay brooding un- der a sinking sun. It was Satur- day and the usual throng filled the street, but there was a lack of poe, noise and confusion which in itself was significant. Jeff Payne eased from his sad- dle in front of the hotel, tied his horse and went inside. Half a doz- en men were lounging about in the lobby and he felt their curi- ous, intent glances on him as he went to the desk and registered. He washed up and went out to the street and circled the town leisurely, aware of the un- usual quietness which prevailed. He pushed through the swingii doors of the Bonanza and leans his long frame against the’ bar. Jeff's attention was caught by the image in the backbar mirror of shade. This surface collects the fant Within a few months it looks ibad, | There are many brick buildings’ which were intended to have a plaster facing but never got it. They look even worse. Soviet architectural design is not generally good. Architects tend to put a lot of jel buildings. Most of this is poorly conceived, almost all jof it poorly executed. most heavily populated areas of European Russia. There seems ot be a shortage even of gravel. Youth For Christ Slates Showing Of Color Film A special feature at the regular ‘Nevertheless, there has been con. |Saturday night Youth For Christ siderable improvement in the qual- ity of work in the postwar years. A good many steel-frame struc- tures ate going up. Many are using reinforced concrete block for wails. New ceramic facing materials have been used heretofore. There’ has been emphasis on simplicity of design in the interests of econ’ omy, The extensive use of con-| struction machinery has lowered building costs. All these are healthy tendencies, but the Russians have a long way to go, I lived in an apartment house completed in 1951 with 72 apartments for foreigners. Much space was wasted. In our apartment a long corridor could have been used to enlarge the). three small rooms, No central hot) water system was provided. The! gas and water pipes were partly exposed; so was some of the wir- ing. The double windows were) ‘poorly fitted, and a draft came through them. There were no wall closets, ne- cessitating the purchase of expen- no playground. There was no laundry room. The heat in some of the apartments wi Sometimes the ele work. For weeks the am the minister, the counselor, the first secretaries, the second sec- retaries, the attaches, the secre- tary archivists, the military at- ‘taches and all the rest trouped up to their work. When I left Moscow More uncertain things in Moscow diplomatic life. sive wardrobes, The children had) this elevator was still one of the| rally this Saturday, October 3rd, 7:30 p. m., will be the showing of a gripping and timely documen- tary film in sound and color en- titled “The Cry of the Orient.” This film presents the only real answer to Communism in Asia and Billy Graham, says that it is “‘def- initely one of the better mission- ary films of our times.” The viewer finds himself view- ing scenes in Japan, Formosa, and India. It shows the results of Gen- eral Mac Arthur’s “open door” policy to Christian missions in Japan as well as scenes from atom bombed Hiroshima. In Formosa one sees the spiritual harvest field that can be the seed bed for re- vival for all of China. The scenes feom Indja,.# land of four hundred million heart-breaks, shows some of their strange, weird, unbeliev- able practices. film has caused many Christians much concern for those in far-away. lands as to what is being done for them, so it will be of interest to all that attend. the rally this Saturday night at thr Fleming Street Methodist Church, Ha “sl ee Street. Everyone is VI le jcouple has offered \to the person who finds a small |green bottle which the wife left in the purse she mislaid at a service station here. ~ the man who stood beside him. He was an elderly cowman with the stamp of sun and wind on his face. As Jeff poured his drink he felt the gaze of this man on him. A voice addressed him, soft and drawling, “Lookin’ fora job, pil- Almost all new houses built out! ‘side cities are still log cabins, the) same as houses built in Russia 600) years ago. They are well built in| the sense that the pine logs are| carefully fitted. 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An opportunist immedi- ately emerges in the wake of the! itropi most involved in the story? wants to exploit these ape-like men on an assembly line. And in} order to force the law to come to} order to force the law to come to some kind of a stand on the matter, several female tropis are artifically inseminated by a human man. As ‘a result all the tropis give birth to} offspring. 1 And that’s where things start moving fast.:The author introduces} murder and a sensational trial. Then the British Parliament itself gets entangled, the Lord Privy Seal, and an enraged public opin- ion. At times the book does seem to} shift awkwardly in its viewpoints, and sometimes parts do sound like’ a lawyer’s brief or a scientist's dissertation on pafeontology or an-; thropology, but these flaws are minor. And may this reviewer suggest) that Mr. Vercors do a sequel on} jwhat.happened to Derry, the lady-| tropi most involved in the story.) {Mightn't she brood over all this in some way and come back and make off with the child of Douglas and Frances? Anyway it offends artistically and the cause of man’s humanity to man Mr. Vercors pur- ports to champion, to drop Derry like a hot-fossil after she has borne the man-inseminated child. the (DAY OF THE HARVEST by Hel-, outfit and Mrs. Denton’s Double D. “A month ago Dan Denton was! ss rt ‘published by Bobbs Merrill com- found dead’ on the range. He'difrom beneath delicately arched! en Upshaw, novel of the south, im? “No. Just passing through.” “The Star is money for hands. Might be worth your while to stick around a bit.” “Not interested, thanks.” The man sighed, “I’m Ed Keever, foreman of the Star. Sorry you won't sign on with us.” He went out with his men and| been shot in the back, murdered. Jeff, realizing that suppertime was near, returned to the hotel. The same men were in the lobb; and the same silence fell upon his entrance. A man was standing at the desk with the register before him, and he turned to regard Payne steadily, his brows meeting in a frown of concentration, gf Coser evening, Marshal,” he said. “The name is Payne, Jeff Payne.” “I know, Marshal Jeff Payne.” The man chuckled. “I’m a lawyer; Samuel J. Cooper by name. Any- thing connected with the machin- ery of the law is my meat. I’ve; read about you and the way you) cleaned up Sage City. Marshal, you must have come . oe stone in answer to my You're just the man I need.” a bit . “Tve | for range where can graze a few cows and I'm pulling out in the morning. “I think al to take the job I have for you. “Sorry.” “You can at least listen to my abt gape g thin Cigar, ret ew homents, then spoke quiet- ly and almost without CS oggmagent P, Silver Valley. There are two big ones in the “A range war is outfits amd two valley. Walt Kirk’s Lazy Ben "d find it profitable re a joughtfully for Dowd’s 88 don’t matter much;| ly trite and Her voice was soft and sw Suspicion naturally falls on the Star, and Mrs. Denton is deter- mined to drive John Starr and his crowd out of the valley. Mrs. Den- ton needs an efficient foreman and when I saw your name on the register it hit me like a bolt out of the blue that you're the man she needs, She'll pay you a hun- dred, perhaps a hundred and fifty a month and found. Push the Starrs out of the valley and she'll throw in a substantial bonus. And ‘ou can quit as soon as the war is over.” The liberality of the offer tempt- ed Jeff, but not for long. He shook his head. “It’s a fine offer and I’m} flattered. But my mind is made up. I pull out in the morning.” Cooper made a resigned gesture | and got up. “I'm sorry. It's a fine opportunity and you'll find Mrs. Denton very generous.” The door opened and some peo- ple came in but Jeff did not —_— up. They moved to the lesk and he heard a man say, “Diana’s eaten’ with me.” “No, she ain't,” came the short answer in another masculine voice. “I just asked her to have supper | with me.” “Boys, please!” The voice was soft and sweet and held an under-, tone of, amusement. i Jeff glanced up, then sat star- \dan tif feud is between John Starr’s| young and as pretty as a little red jue as cornfiowers looked out ing, his mouth open, the cigarette| tell you to keep away from ling from his lower lip. Beau-| eins yersipes Ag he Sa think of but it seemed inordinate- : ‘ inadequate. She was| that right here and now, Ben. He jon with yellow wheels. rea rushed eet and held an undertone. of amusement. brows, and the soft strands of hair that peeped from under the brim of the bonnet were like corn- silk not yet browned by the sun. She stood between two men, @ hand on the arm of each. “We'll have supper together,” she decided. “The three of us. The girl caught Jeff's intent stare and shrugged slightly as though to say, ‘What can one do about it?” The supper bell clanged and there was an orderly but concert- ed move towards the dini m. Jeff went in with the others, still a bit dazed. He spent most of the supper period watching her fur- tively. Jef went around to the stable feeling for the first, time a re- luctance to leave Silverstone. A| man came into the stable and lighted a lantern which “ee | from a beam, and by its light Je! recognized one of the girl's corts. He took a bridle from a peg and went into a stall and Jeff was about to go back to his grooming when another man came into the stable. He mis or es fe poke laring about him recog- Siete the second suitor. The man who had entered first said, “Oh, it's you buh?” and came out of the stall. ‘ The man in the doorway said, “Yeah, Walt, it's me. I come out to Diana. You want her, Walt, but you ain't gettin’ her. I aim to po | her.’ Walt said, “RecRon we'll settle ped forward and Ben to meet him and they | clashed, swinging. (Te be continued) es- | good .warm homes for the Russian winter. But they are small and just think ‘of the waste of good wood in them! Each log cabin must have enough) to make three fairly large homes if the wood were sawed. Why is the Soviet building in- dustry so antiquated, inefficient! and costly to boot? For one thing, ‘the government does not give the ‘building industry enough attention. It is not putting its best brains and executives to work in this ifield. Also, construction workers fooking jare among the worst paid in the country. Is construction work on industri-| lal enterprises as bad as that on \Moscow housing? I suspect that it is not much better. One of Russia’s greatest curses always has been—and still is—lack of roads. The statistics on hard-surfaced jhighwavs are a state secret. But it is possible to estimate that the en- tire Soviet Union—one sixth of the! jworld’s land surface—has fewer macadam, concrete and even cob- blestone motor roads outside cities than any average-sized state of the! United States. | There are a few more or less modern motor highways. Such. for example, are the highways from Moscow west to Minsk (built be-) fore the war) which hes for a con- siderable part of its distance from) four to six lanes, and also that from Moscow south to the Crimea (built since the war). — Once off these few main arteries, BEN KETCHUM . jone makes the acquaintance of el For City Commissioner {Russian dirt roads. Even when the or ; ‘weather is dry they are frequently GROUP