Emory’s Yagol
Sirs:
ALTHOUGH STORY IN YOUR ISSUE OF FEB. 18 CORRECTLY SHOWS THAT PUBLICITY WAS MOTIVE BEHIND OGLETHORPE UNIVERSITY’S BARRING OF NATHAN YAGOL FROM CAMPUS, YOU MAKE INACCURATE STATEMENT WHICH SHOULD BE CORRECTED. FIRST, YAGOL IS NOT AN INSTRUCTOR BUT A STUDENT AT EMORY UNIVERSITY. SECOND, DE KALB COUNTY GRAND JURY FOUND ABSOLUTELY NO GROUNDS FOR CHARGE THAT HE IS A COMMUNIST OR THAT HE HAS EVER ATTENDED A COMMUNIST MEETING. THIRD, OGLETHORPE FOOTBALL SQUAD NUMBERED ABOUT 30 INSTEAD OF 100 AND IT WAS INSPIRED TO ATTACK YAGOL BY COACH FRANK ANDERSON WHO SAW AN OPPORTUNITY TO ADVERTISE HIS INSTITUTION. THERE ARE NO COMMUNISTS ON EMORY UNIVERSITY FACULTY AND NONE IN STUDENT BODY. SO FAR AS WE CAN DISCOVER WE ARE CONVINCED THAT YAGOL, WHO IS A PHI BETA KAPPA AND A MAN OF HIGH IDEALS, IS BEING PERSECUTED BY PERSONS WHO SEEK TO TURN CURRENT ANTI-RED HYSTERIA TO THEIR OWN PROFIT. HEARSTLING JACOBS’ HOSTILITY TOWARD EMORY IS EASILY EXPLAINED BY FACT THAT EMORY REFUSES TO ACCEPT OGLETHORPE’S CREDIT BECAUSE THAT INSTITUTION IS NOT ACCREDITED EITHER BY SOUTHERN ASSOCIATION OF COLLEGES OR ASSOCIATION OF AMERICAN UNIVERSITIES.
RAYMOND B. NIXON Assistant to President Emory University Atlanta, Ga.
Sirs:
. . . Mr. Yagol’s hasty departure must surely he erroneously reported, as no one in Atlanta is likely to be frightened by Oglethorpe’s football team.
RESPESS M. CHATFIELD Atlanta, Ga.
For more news about university life in Georgia, see p. 51.—ED.
Sewanee’s Sons
Sirs:
Your account of Roosevelt II lunching with Admiral-Squire-Doctor-Socialite Gary Travers Grayson, U. S. N., retired, newly appointed head of the American Red Cross (TIME, Feb. 18) recalls a breakfast with Roosevelt I in the White House years ago when Dr. Grayson and two other men were guests of President Theodore R.
The President asked Grayson what his college was. He said, “The University of the South at Sewanee, Tennessee.” Turning to his aide, Archie Butt, the President said, “Why, that is your college, too,” and Major Butt nodded assent. Then turning to his third guest, the Surgeon-General William C. Gorgas, without whom the Panama Canal could not have been built, “And where were you educated, Gorgas?” the President asked. “Sewanee, sir,” came the General’s answer.
CHARLES EDWARD THOMAS Washington, D. C.
Irritated Spectator; Old Friend
Sirs:
No Jew am I, but an irritated spectator of TIME’S subtle antiSemitism, the latest manifestation of which in the issue of Feb. 18, re Leslie Hore-Belisha, is too rank to pass unnoticed.
As a sophisticated and emancipated paper you know damned well that to keep one’s Judaism in the background is no evidence of an inferiority-complex, but a keen and necessary political move. For the world is filled with Naziistic persons like the editors of TIME, to whom Jew-baiting gives a sadistic afflatus. . . .
ANTHONY NETBOV New York City
In the Feb. 11 issue of TIME under the heading Religion there are the pictures and write-up of the “Tolerance Trio.” . . .
Incidentally, on Feb. 8 they were in Montgomery and at the huge mass meeting Rabbi Bernstein was introduced by a local Baptist preacher, Rev. Clinchy by a priest, and Father Riggs was introduced by the writer.
Not a few local clergymen have charged TIME of smart-aleckery in its writeup of the “Tolerance Trio” as closely resembling a minstrel show minus the black faces.
I, however, am so accustomed to the style of TIME that I consider it a dear old friend and don’t accuse it of being smart-aleck. There is an intelligent lady here who cancelled her subscription to TIME because of certain statements in it quite some time ago in reference to the Jews which she construed to savor of antiSemitism. The trouble is that she, as well as others who accuse TIME of other things, is still a stranger to this weekly. When I first became a subscriber I, too, thought TIME to be smart-aleck and guilty of other faults. But it’s six years that I’ve been reading it continuously from cover to cover and I don’t seem to have that super-sensitiveness that others seem to have.
RABBI MORRIS CASRIEL KATZ Montgomery, Ala.
Sequoia “Twaddle”
Sirs:
May I criticize your review of Sequoia (TIME, Feb. 4)? Let me assure you I am a nature lover, but not a fanatic I hope. Our family has spent many happy vacations in the California forests: no one appreciates more their beauty. We hate sentimental twaddle, such as this picture is.
1) The film story is preposterous. Hudson would never urge protection for mountain lions, which make an average kill of a deer a week. . . .
2) The U.S. Forest Service would not be unaware that nearby trappers were illegally shooting & trapping deer. The Service does not deserve the remark, “Those boys will be playing ’round the fire—they won’t catch us.”. . . The men do not, I believe, knowingly allow tourists to keep pig-killing lions as pets, even if pretty girls desire it. . . .
3) Wild animals do not “skyline” themselves.
4) The wires which pulled Malibu about were conspicuous in the forced scenes and spoiled the effect.
5) The theme is “Protect sweet little mountain lions” and “Only man is vile.” Children and dumb adults are supposed to rejoice when the lion mutilates a human and causes his death.
6) Jean Parker’s manner is that of a ten-year-old. Any girl of 18 who behaved so would be considered a low moron.
Your approval will send parents with their children expecting to see a simple, worthwhile picture. They will see cruelty, nature faking, vicious sentimentality and ridicule of a fine Service. . . .
LOUISE WHITEHEAD Los Angeles, Calif.
Stooge Stalins
Sirs:
A friend reports that during a great party caucus, or meeting of some sort, in Moscow, that when Stalin was scheduled to speak no less than four Stalins came onto the platform.
The idea was, according to my friend, to confuse would-be assassins. Each of the four delivered part of “Stalin’s” address.
“Beloved Sergei’s” late misfortune makes me curious. Is it true?
C. T. BAUMGART Moline, Ill.
No.—ED.
Russian Stench
Sirs:
In your issue of Feb. 11, under the heading Russia you start the article “Rich with the smells of all the Russias, poorly but warmly clad Soviet legislators,” etc. Glad to see mention made of said smells. . . . The Russian atmosphere is saturated with the most nauseating and depressing smell it has been my nasal experience to have witnessed. During many days there in the spring of 1933, I was unable to find a single bird in the stench-saturated atmosphere and found each breath inhaled sickening. . . .
P. E. KEEFFE, M. D. Sioux City, Iowa
Putrid Stink
Sirs:
Your magazine “stinks with all the flavors of a putrid skunk.”
I refer to the article in TIME of Feb. 11, in which you referred to Rev. Charles E. Coughlin as being demagogic.
1) Do you dare to compare Father Coughlin with Germany’s Hitler?
2) What does Hitler know about God? Father Coughlin prayed to keep us out of the World Court, the results of which prove that God is taking care of America.
ROBERT G. DOUGLAS Outwood, Ky.
1) Yes.
2) What he was taught in the Catholic Church.—ED.
Poppycock & Pollywogs
Sirs:
Why not send the President, Senators and Congressmen home and keep an office boy at the White House to open the telegrams? Then when some damphool blasts the air with some other Utopian idea all we will have to do is to wire Washington; the office boys will count the telegrams and the stenographers will write the laws on the books, according to the majority vote.
Sounds idiotic, doesn’t it? It is—but not any more idiotic than the fact that 60,000 telegrams were able to neutralize the judgment of the entire legislative body. Now, 60,000 votes against the entire voting strength of the country is approximately one to 700. Presuming that Coughlin was able to influence the entire 60,000 votes, it gives Coughlin one vote for every other 700 votes possessed by citizens who are not fortunate enough to be able to broadcast their views on the radio at the expense of ignorant people who probably believe they are paying for a seat in Heaven and not for notoriety for a windy priest.
Coughlin has been blowing off a lot of poppycock for the past two years and so far no one has questioned his mental fitness to ponder such matters, let alone broadcast his views. . . .
Aren’t the 15 Senators a bunch of spineless pollywogs to congratulate Coughlin for usurping their jobs? . . .
It is high time that this rascal be put in his place. . . .
W. E. HAMILTON Evanston, Ill.
France’s Wings
Sirs:
After reading TIME for Jan. 7, I salute you for the article on p. 30 called “$19,000 Zip.”
I live here in Martigues, a small and ancient fishing village on the Etang de Berre, a saltwater pond that is the centre of aviation for Southern France. On its shores lie Istres, the base from which many of the long distance flights for South America are prepared, and which, because of climate and topography is well-adapted for breaking records; Berre, the naval air base; and Marignane, the commercial airport for Marseille.
Because M. Isnardon, ex-champion pugilist, amateur painter, sometime of the Ritz in London, is also a champion cook, whose fame has spread all over Provence, his inn is the stopping place for most of the pilots who are training for record-breaking flights, and his walls are a gallery of photographs of the first flyers of France. Here have stayed Rossi, Codos, Bossoutrot, Doret, Mermoz, Le Brix, the late lamented Boucher, all the bright company of those whose deeds have kept France in the van of aviation; and here, too, Delmotte, chunky, red-faced, and carefree, together with his dog, lived while attempting to break the record over the measured kilometer, with a 375 h.p. motor. And on Christmas day he was successful, and the bouillabaisse flowed yellow at the feasts given in his honor. A few days later he tried again, this time for the record for 500 kilometers in closed circuit, but trouble, first with landing gear, later with oil circulation, forced him to give up the attempt, and now he and his plane have returned to Paris. But he will return again soon for another try and he may succeed.
And in a few days, perhaps before this letter reaches you, Rossi and Codos will take off for a nonstop flight to Rio, in their five-year-old plane, with an engine which has already flown 1,000 hours, and if they too succeed, then there will be great rejoicing chez Isnardon, and the wings of France will once more be lifted toward the stars. . . .
W. W. TAYLOR Martigues, France
Chez Isnardon there was rejoicing, but only because Rossi and Codos landed safely in the Cape Verde Islands when their plane’s oil system failed.—ED.
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