In the Editor's Confidence

In the Editor's Confidence

October 1 1937
In the Editor's Confidence

In the Editor's Confidence

October 1 1937

In the Editor's Confidence

THE BELL on our typewriter has been playing a duet with a deeper throated gong at a ringside in New York. We have been trying to write to the accompaniment of the radioed description of the fisticuff contest between Mr. Joe Louis, a colored gentleman from Detroit, and Mr.

Thomas George Farr, a large, blond son of Wales. We have had to tear up what we wrote during the fifteen rounds because, entering into the spirit of the thing, we punched the typewriter so hard that the o’s chipped confetti out of the paper.

However, the fight is over now, and we can muse over the fact that for pummelling and sparring with each other for forty-five minutes, Mr. Farr received $50,000 and Mr. Louis some $75,000 and a gold belt.

Had anyone prophesied such a thing to young Neil Campbell, from Scotland, he would have snorted his disbelief.

But then Neil lived about 133 years ago. He didn’t exactly come to this side of the Atlantic to fight. But he did join the service of the fur traders. And in those days that meant fighting; the fighting of company against company, of man against man, of man against vast distances, racing waters, hitter cold, snow and hostile Indians. Even falling in love meant fighting another man with similar objectives. And what he was paid wouldn’t buy the arnica for the modern pugilist’s bruises.

Fur was fought for in those days, and it is to them that Alan Sullivan has gone for the setting of the new serial, “The Fur Masters,” which we present on page seven of this issue. The background is part of the history of the Nor’westers and the Hudson’s Bay Company, of the fur brigades which went from Lachine to the ante-room of the Arctic. But against that canvas is a robust adventure story that has plot, action and vital, colorful characters. The best evidence that “The Fur Masters” has everything needed for audience appeal is that the movies are after it.

THIS SUMMER, Lieutenant-Colonel George A. Drew spent several months in Europe. A goodly part of the time he was in Russia. He spent the best part of one day in the hands of the Ogpu, under arrest, for innocently pointing a camera at the headquarters of the Soviet's secret police. The dreaded Ogpu officials were reasonably polite and the experience wasn't a harrowing one, so that didn't prejudice Colonel Drew against Russia.

His pungent, critical comments about life in that country are based on a number of other reasons. They are contained in his article, “So This is Russia!” which appears on page fourteen, and which is illustrated with photographs taken by his own camera.

WHEN Neville Chamberlain,

J Prime Minister of Great Britain, sat down at his desk and with his own

hand penned a letter to Mussolini, he started something in the way of shirt-sleeve diplomacy which Beverley Baxter thinks will have far-reaching effects. In his London Letter, on page eleven, Mr. Baxter not only outlines what he thinks the effects will be, but he goes a lot further and tells bluntly what else he thinks ought to be done in the interests of world peace. Some of his suggestions will make the old-time diplomats froth at the mouth.

NEXT TO the question of war or peace we cannot think of any subject that is occupying more public attention at this time than is that of Work and Wages. On page nineteen there appears an article under that heading, written by S. E. McGorman. You may remember the last article Mr. McGorman wrote for us. It was headed “Why Not Try Work?” and it brought us more correspondence than we have yet been able to take care of. This one ought to provoke even more discussion, for in it the author, who is an engineer, sets out with facts and figures to rip apart the fancies of some of the agitators who seek to mesmerize the worker.

{J THE OLD problem of brain against brawn pops up on page twelve, but in 1937 style it is Psychology vs. Aggressiveness. And with Murray Hoyt telling the story, ‘‘Behaviorism for Three” doesn’t lag for a minute. Whether Judy, the lady in the case, was worth all the battering Andy Freeman took, we leave you to judge.

If all the tough, cynical and hard-boiled reporters were rolled into one, that one would be Mort Rae. But the story of Joe and Rosie reduced him to mush, and the mush made a man out of him. The process is described in “A Very Good Deed,” on page sixteen. The name of Harold Titus, who wrote it, is just about the highest recommendation a magazine tale can have.

(J SO IT has been hot, has it? Well you ought to try the Northwest frontier of India, where the sun can drive a British soldier to such madness as reviling his own flag. That’s what happened to Gunner Rowlandson. But his redemption, as related by Garnett Radcliffe in “The War of the Flag” (page twenty) ought to give you something of a catch in the throat.

(| ON PAGE eighteen, Bill Hughes, famous Canadian football coach, resumes his talk on the game as he has seen it and made it, and as the East can’t bask in the limelight all the time, on page twenty-three Norvil Marks tells just what the West thinks about football.

Lesson II of the series on dog training by Anne and Victor Blochin will be found on page twenty-four. We expect to see a marked improvement in the status of this country’s canine population.