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For years the first name on the Senate's alphabetical roll-call, he always responds with vigor, starting off proceedings with a flourish. Aside from his career on the Judiciary Committee and in spite of his long service, he is neither a Grade A Senator like Borah or Wagner or a Grade A Democrat like Robinson of Arkansas or Byrnes. Impartial Senate observers rate him thus: a loyal, picturesque party politician of average intelligence, who sounds better than he really is. His term expires March 3, 1935.—ED.
Readers' Intelligence
Sirs:
Your article re Camel cigarets [TIME, July 2] splendidly timed. A pity you did not give Mr. Esty both barrels if only for underestimating the intelligence of the readers of his silly advertising copy for R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Co.
R. D. MILLER, M. D. Palo Alto, Calif.
College-Bred "Flops"
Sirs:
If TIME never said another thing from now on, the remarks in the July 2 issue regarding the average college-bred woman being a "flop" as a wife, ought to cause the renewal of a lot of subscriptions. Keep it up. Maybe some of us chaps who have been stung will get a break. Anyhow, we are fed up on a college-bred wife whose remaining asset of her college days consists of a taste for punk cigarets plus a tarnished complexion and an insistence to short-circuit any and all opinions contrary to her own by espousing a look of pseudo-intelligence that rates alongside some of the funny cartoons.
E. P. STANFORD
Shreveport, La.
"Pore Ignorant People"
Sirs:
I jest wanta say a word to thank that there northern feller Carmer for the fine book he has wrote about us pore ignorant people down here in Alabama [TIME, July 2]. They shore do discover things about us and we do like for the rest of the world to know how we live down here.
Guess mr. Carmers next book will be entitled Sudden Departure or why I left Alabama so quickly, I won't say anymore becus I no Mr. carmer will want to reveal all in his next book, that oughta be hot too.
G. A. PETITT JR.
Class '30, U. of A. Birmingham, Ala.
. . . Such works, and those of Faulkner and T. S. Stribling, while they may not be libel, betray a morbid mental state on the part of the authors: The South has no monopoly of insanity, race conflict, incest.
Oh, for a true novel of the South, neither morbid nor sentimental!
CAMERON McR. PLUMMER
Bolivan, Tenn.
Champion v. Cow
Sirs:
. . . Just what would be the result if Max Baer would smash a bull, or even a cow, in the middle of the forehead with his bare fist, using every ounce of strength he possessed? Did Dempsey ever engage in similar fisticuffs with any similar animal, and what was the outcome? And the same for John L. Sullivan. I have one friend who says the animal would die, whether from the blow or old age I do not know. Another says the animal would be rendered unconscious. Still another insists that the animal would be bowled over, at least knocked to its knees. Personally, I would as soon hit a brick wall with my fist as the cow's forehead, and it is my opinion the affair would all in all be a very sorry one for the fist engaging in said fisticuffs, with no effect besides possibly a slight headache for the other side.
HARWOOD ALLEN