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to make use of words. Mr. Coolidge rises willingly to address a few remarks. So willingly, in fact, that he dispatched not one Lincoln's birthday message last year, but three; that he was ready to send a special White House message even to the Supreme Convention of the Mystic Prophets of the Veiled Realm, whatever that may be; and that he dispatched a cablegram to King Boris of Bulgaria on the occasion of the latter's turning 31. If cabling the King of Bulgaria on his 31st birthday is not going out of one's way to make an opportunity to be chatty, merely for sake of being chatty, reason totters.

It is a time-honored formula imparted to local candidates for local office by their campaign managers that they scatter their speeches so as to nail on at least one occasion every local crowd which has a name. This principle Mr. Coolidge carries into national politics with great fidelity.

Thus, last year, Mr. Coolidge addressed the Germans on Mar. 12, the Norwegians on June 8, the Negroes on June 25, the Swedes on July 1, the Irish on July 21, the Latin-Americans on Oct. 28 and the Italians on Nov. 24.

Thus he addressed the Episcopalians on Jan. 18, the Jews on May 3, the Catholics on July 21, the Congregationalists on Oct. 20 and the Baptists on Déc. 14.

Thus he addressed the automobile men on Jan. 6, the building men on Jan. 12, the investment bankers on Dec. 8, the labor bankers on May 19, the newspaper editors on Jan. 17, the moving picture magnates on July 26, the marine engineers on Jan. 22, the mining engineers on Dec. 9, the mechanical engineers on Dec. 4, the farmers on Jan. 5, on May 21 and on Dec. 7.

It is as if Mr. Coolidge kept a card index of races, religions and business affiliations in his desk, and checked off entries as he went along.

And let us turn now to Mr. Coolidge, the Official Spokesman. For, as every

adult reader knows by this time, the Official Spokesman is simply Mr. Cool idge by another name: Mr. Coolidge talking to the news reporters, answering questions which seem safe and sane. What is important is the fact that the Official Spokesman really ventures now and then into the actual problems which confront the govern ment. In January, 1925, for example, Mr. Coolidge delivered six addresses: to the farmers, to building men, to newspaper editors, to a National Women's Conference, to the Budget Or ganization of the government and to the Foreign Missions Convention. In these six addresses one will find much faith in the future and unbounded admiration for the United States and all its works. But one will find little about Mr. Coolidge and his policies. Such topics are reserved for the Offcial Spokesman.

Thus, while the President was off discussing the greatness of this and the grandeur of that, the Official Spokesman was coming down to brass tacks in the matter of the nation's public business. In this same January, he was discussing the question of gun elevation, the Paris Economic Conference, the Dawes agreement, farm legislation, departmental reorganization and a conference on armaments.

The record of this month is duplicated in the record of every other month. Except in those cases in which Mr. Coolidge has inherited a policy from someone else (the World Court from Mr. Harding, the Mellon Plan from Mr. Mellon, etc.), it is always the Official Spokesman who breaks new ground and never the President himself. It is the Official Spokesman who does the real discussing. The Presi dent himself blesses the congregation presses the button at national exhibi tions and autographs the souvenirs

In our present system of political control in the United States the Presi dent has become a decorative monarch like George the Fifth of England. The Official Spokesman is the real Prime Minister and directing genius of the government.

No Food with My Meals

Condensed from Liberty (June 5, '26)

Fannie Hurst

LORIA SWANSON, Jeritza, Douglas Fairbanks, Ethel Barrymore, Valentino and Pavlowa keep it because it is their job to keep fit. But it is the sedentary folks, to whom the human envelope is not stock in trade, to whom this business of keeping fit is an elusive problem. The fear of public disapproval is not their incentive.

Nobody would love a fat Valentino, but who cares whether the author of this article, or the inventor of rubber heels, or the president of the City Bank is fat or thin, sallow or fair? There is no ferret-eyed public to count the crow's-feet or the sagging face muscles of Thomas Edison or Thomas Hardy, or Madame Curie or Orville Wright.

We are the folks outside the literal public eye, who confront the real problem of keeping fit. When the importance of this problem began to dawn upon me, the first thing I set about was to find a taskmaster with a pulling power equal to that of the public.

It was not easy. Nobody cared much about my human machine so long as the cogs did not actually slip enough to incapacitate me. Members of my family looked indulgently upon my tendency to overtip the scale. Long daily walks were encouraged, but only when they did not interfere with my social engagements.

And yet, all the while, growing within this lady writer were convictions that her day-by-day kind of life, deskbound, city-bound, was diametrically opposed to sustained physical wellbeing. And as a person blessed with good health, with no danger signals to flash red lights, I decided that the only taskmaster who could drive me to the considerable task of not only keeping fit but improving my fitness

was to summon to my aid that trusty ally, Common Sense.

Enough common sense to realize that a sedentary life of six or seven hours a day at a desk and then six or seven hours or more at the sedentary city occupations of indoor sports-social obligations, long dinners, theaters, lectures, lengthy periods of reading, etc.-were not "well enough" to be let alone.

What stimulated me to final action was a combination of circumstances that conspired against my slothful habits: The constant reiteration in public prints of the growing awareness of the American public to the need of diet and exercise to offset the artificial scheme of modern daily life. The health stories in magazines of meu and women in public life who had grown old intelligently and grandly. Observations of the effect of daily habits upon the mind and the health and the appearance of the people about


Three years ago I changed my habits to such an extent that the schedule of my workday is practically changed in its entirety. At first the discipline was difficult. Even now the new regime seems Spartan at times, but under it not only am I a more efficient working machine, but where I felt well before, I feel twice as fit now. I am down to what is about normal weight for me. In some cases I have achieved an actual distaste for the old taboo rich foods. I work better, sleep better, live better.

I adapted my methods to my own particular needs. I know them better than any doctor can. I know that I happen to be full of natural vitality, that I can apply more strenuous methods to attain my ends than a less bountifully endowed individual.

I not only am fit, but I keep fit. And this is my way of working it out for my particular needs:

At 6:30 A. M. a physical trainer arrives at my home and puts me through one hour of setting-up exercises. Arm, leg, and torso movements. Deep breathing. Rolling, rowing motions, etc. The moral courage to go through this routine without the flayings of this trainer, whom I call Simon Legree, is a goal toward which I am traveling.

After the departure of my Simon Legree, my bath, warm at first, then cooler and cooler with a final cold shower.

At 8:30 a breakfast consisting of the juice of one lemon and one orange in a cup of warm water. One slice of dry, whole-wheat toast and a cup of half-and-half coffee substitute and hot milk, without sugar. The first 627 breakfasts of this kind are the hardest. After that I can truthfully say one goes to it with relish.

Then to my desk. At 11 o'clock a raw apple. At 1:30 a plate of hot soup, without meat stock or fats. At 3 o'clock, just before knocking off work, a raw apple. Then one hour's walk in Central Park or along gay and busy city streets.

Afterward, between 5 and 6, a social activity such as a late tea hour, with no indulgence beyond a cup of weak tea, or preferably not even that. Another half-hour walk before dinner. A ten-minute period for "40 winks," and at 7:30 the evening meal.

I sleep six hours where eight have been prescribed for me, because I know that I require no more. I eat what amounts to one meal a day because I have learned that in my case this rule successfully applies. And in the years that I have practiced it I have turned out the greatest bulk of work of my career. I have sat through countless public and formal luncheons without touching food and have managed, under all conditions at home and abroad, to adhere to my method. A method that has not to do with weight reduction primarily, but with the accomplishment of a state of general fitness.

Every human being knows best for himself whether six hours of sleep re freshes or depresses him. Whether he can more easily reduce the size of his breakfast or his lunch. There is little doubt that certain axioms apply to almost everybody, but they need some modification.

One of the great strides toward longevity in recent years is the gradual education of the public toward a reali zation of the prime importance of the annual medical "once-over." Incipient disorders are thus dealt one of the worst blows in the history of the hu man race. The individual who submits to this annual going-over stands armed for the foe. His chances of longevity are immeasurably increased. Life insurance companies, by their development of this realization upon the individual, bid fair to become the greatest sociological benefactors of their time.

There is a stubborn old fear lurking in mankind. The "If-I-have-anythingmatter with me - I don't want-to-know-about-it" cowardice.


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It is a state of mind that since the beginning of man has sent him to his grave too soon. A wise old fourthcentury Greek named Aristoxenus said that the will to be well is no small part of health. Since that is true, thenthe will to be well is the most im-portant determination in the world.

It is those of us who live along in fairly good health who have the really subtle battle to fight. No danger sig nals to guide us. No red lights. No aches. No pains. Just the lurking fellow, Common Sense, to depend upon for an occasional poke.

My process of keeping fit though fit has been a process of flagellation. After months of it, that early-morning ring at the doorbell, announcing my Simon Legree, is sufficient to make me greet my rosy dawn with a yowl of rage. But, all in all, though I whine, it has been worth it. It is worth it. It will be worth it. I believe with Aristoxenus that the will to be well is no small part of health. I WILL!

Can a Prohibition Agent Be Honest?

Condensed from The Outlook (June 2, '26)

Ernest W. Mandeville

HARLES L. CARSLAKE, who served the Government for three years as a prohibition agent, made a cord for seizures of trucks illegally ansporting bootleg liquor. He played o favorites. Rum-runners through. ut the whole State of New Jersey eared him as an efficient enforcenent officer who could not be bought ff. In short, he did his duty.

With what result? He was eventu. lly eased out of the Federal service. Now as a Burlington County detective and as a private operative he continles to expose violations of the Prohibition Law, as well as other laws. Things still go pretty hard for him. A big, husky man, with splendid courage and a strong character, he stands ap under it all-disillusioned, angry, and a bit discouraged, but still plugging along.

"Decent people don't realize what a Government officer who does his level pest is up against," ex-Agent Carslake aid to me. "We act as a bumper between decent folks and the underworld, and the underworld seems to have all the best of it as far as crack egal and financial assistance is concerned. The people don't back us up. Individuals don't seem to care anyhing about it until they themselves are hit between the eyes. Ordinarily hey are not at all concerned.

"An agent who is at all feared by he 'leggers can obtain from them as auch money in two weeks as he would Araw from the Government in an enAre year. After I had made a reputaon of spotting and knocking down ooze trucks I was offered $1000 & reek by the bootleggers if I would not tnterfere with their business. They lso guaranteed to furnish me two racks a week which I could seize so s to keep my record clean with the Federal authorities. From others I

have been offered the lump sum of $10,000 cash to let their trucks ride. A representative of another gang offered me $500 a week while I was standing in a district attorney's office. It is nothing at all to be offered $1000 by the driver of a single truck captured. Even in raiding little washboiler stills in some old shack on a side of a hill, it is customary to be offered from $250 to $300 to say nothing.

"A Federal agent living on a $2000 salary and with no private income can't drive expensive cars of twice that cost and be on the level. Why do you suppose so many are anxious to get appointed as Federal agents at this small salary? I know agents

who did not have anything more than the clothes on their backs when they came into the service and who have bought tens of thousands of dollars' worth of real estate, several expensive cars, and anything that an extravagant millionaire would wish.

"I remember an instance of a man who was taken on the force, flat broke. His clothes were all worn thin, and he hardly had money to buy a lunch. In a few days he appeared in expensive clothes and displayed а diamond stickpin. While sitting in the agents' room one day, the tailor 'phoned, say. ing that this man's suit which had been sent to him to press contained several one-hundred-dollar bills rolled up in the vest pocket. The tailor simply wanted to notify the agent that he had found the money. All the other officers in the room burst out laughing."

This report of grafting among Federal prohibition agents can hardly be considered as news. Almost every one in and out of the Government service knows that such a condition exists. General Andrews admitted in

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his testimony at the recent hearing in Washington that 875 agents, or a very large proportion of the total number, had been dismissed for this reason. The important point to note is that an agent can pile up a considerable fortune before he is caught, and then he is not prosecuted, but simply asked to resign. High officers of the Prohibition Unit have stated that the Government policy is not to bring any proceedings against a grafting agent or to have any publicity about it, but simply to require his leaving the service. Many of the ex-agents then make use of their experience by entering the bootlegging business themselves. Mr. Carslake mentioned an instance in which a rum truck was seized with an ex-prohibition director in command of it.


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"A local policeman," said Mr. Carslake, "who is getting a salary of $100 or so a month and who is keeping up a home finds it hard to withstand the argument of the bootleggers, which runs something as follows: have to live as well as I do. doing my best to keep my family in funds. This is a bum law, anyway. You have got a right to take care of your kids too, so why not take this $25 or $50 and lay off? We'll take care of you on our weekly pay-roll'."

The prohibition agent also receives many threats of bodily harm; and he is quite well aware that in some cases he is dealing with desperate characters who would not hesitate to put him out of the way. "Several bootleggers told me," said Mr. Carslake, "that they would see to it that I died with my shoes on."

"There would be a good chance of enforcing this law to a reasonably high degree of efficiency if the Government would adopt the policy of locking a man up when it gets something on him. At the present time the moral fiber in this country seems to be very, very thin. With politics and the underworld hooked up together and so much underground influence working throughout the department, I don't think there is a chance of the law

being enforced. If officialdom were

knocked out, I think it could be done It would have to be put up to the l cal people, however. A good deal of the red tape would have to be done awa with. Some of the directors of publi safety and other local officers woul have to be sent to jail. I don't thin there would be much trouble in mak ing a good showing in enforcement it was gone at in earnest.

"The honest agent is too greatl hampered in his efforts. If you trea on the toes of men higher up or the friends, you are immediately calle off. At various times the entire for of agents would be stationed on guai duty at certain out-of-the-way place and, although we had no proof of th fact that we were being put there be kept out of the way for some lar movement of liquor, we all felt su that that was the reason. Whenev I would get particularly active knocking off a few of the beer trucl that pass over a certain road ear night I would get a telegram orderin me to some other part of the Stat About half my time was spent upo the trains, going from point to poin for no particular reason that I cou figure out, except to keep me out the way. Upon one occasion I w taken off the road, where I had be making a great many seizures, ai placed on warehouse duty for fi days. Every bootlegger in the Sta knew it, and when I happened to ma an arrest while off duty the rum-ru ner said: 'I thought you were in t warehouse. What are you doing here Sometimes I would get the same be truck driver as many as six or eig times. I have heard of trucks bei released when it was claimed the sa ples taken from the trucks were nei beer, and not real beer. We all kne though it would be difficult to pro that somewhere along the line the samples of near-beer had been changed for the samples of hig powered beer seized.

"Can you blame me for being pret sore? The good people don't back up. It is a pretty discouraging pro sition, I can tell you."

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