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Ground floor view of the United States Army Air Corps miniature range at Kelly Field, Tex.
Men observe from a balcony above. Notice the miniature troops, trucks, tanks and airport. MOCK BOMBING TRAINS ARMY Greatest American Fighting Plan es Prepare for Battles in Sky With Phantom Action—Perfection in Mechanical Operation Won by Practice. By John L. Coontz. GIANT bombers that bomb and never drop a bomb: cities, towns, villages, ammunition dumps and armies that move endlessly under the bombardier's feet, yet are never destroyed—these are the latest methods employed by the United States Army Air Corps to teach its birdmen how to battle in the sky. It is midnight on March Field in Southern California. Out of the dark ness comes the deafening'roar of a mighty engine of war. The B-15, America's greatest fighting pi. ne, is taking off for night maneuvers. Slowly the enormous steel bird lifts into the inky blackness of night, lights all aglow. As the 30 tons of quivering metal circles to a bombing altitude there is left behind on the flying field an army radio truck and a boxlike affair with a round opening in the top toward the sky. Between the field j and the lifting plane flies another j bomber. At 8.000 feet the pilot of the "flying fortress" levels off and its radio oper ator calls the intermediate plane. "Ready!” crackles the operator to ' the lower plane. “Ready!” comes back ' the crackling reply and there hurtles j from the plane a blazing flare. As the | burning firebrand drops earthward the i field beneath is lighted up as though j by the midday sun. Against this back- ! ground may be seen outlined the radio ! truck and trailer box at the edge of the flying field and silhouetted figures. ! CWIFT action now follows. The high j altitude flyer seta his course to bomb the truck and trailer. Speaking through his ship's interphone com- | inunication system to his pilot, the bomber shouts above the droning of his motors: “Steady on coursp ... turn right ... steady . . . slop . . . turn left . . . right again . . stop” Now the cross hairs of his bombing sight cover the target beneath, showing it centered ; end slightly ahead And in this mo ment, instanter, he presses a release ! key and releases a load of bombs. Only ! it happens that instead of Iron shells, | loaded with TNT enough to blow the target and all its personnel to smith ereens, the bomber releases a simple little radio signal no bigger than the squeak of a mouse. Simple enough, you say. But how does the bomber way up there In the sky know whether he has hit his tar get or not? It is one thing to dump a load of bombs from a plane flying at 8,000 feet and another thing to make them hit a target or even ap proximate one. The Air Corps has a system for all this. And here It Is: The radio truck and trailer box, With an opening to the sky, play a most important part in the hit and miss plan of the bomber. Let us walk over and take a look at them and watch those who man them. rPHAT trailer box behind the radio I truck is in reality a camera—cam- ! era obscura. it is called. The opening j in the top of the box is the lens point- | ing toward the sky. At the base of this lense, on a table, is a large square of paper or chart. At the door of the chartroom or box, no larger than four feet square and light-proof, atands a non-commissioned officer. Now, when a bombing operation takes place this officer, called a scorer, traces on the paper in the chartroom the path of the plane bombing and records there the hits and misses of the bomber. Let us watch the radio operator in the truck and the camera operator "do their stuff.” Stationed on the edge of the field the two await the signal of the bomber In the sky that he has got his altitude and is "coming in” to drop a bomb. The radio operator is at his station In the truck, his ears covered by his receiver, his hand on the transmitter dials. The scorer stands beside his camera box, his ears likewise covered by earphones. JJEYOND the range of our vision, but with communication range of the operator in the truck and the scorer. Is the huge bomber cruising around until It has gained Its altitude bomb ing height. It seems to climb end lessly while all wait until Its running lights mingle with the stars. Then comes word from its radio operator announcing the course of the ship. At the first signal the camera opera tor swings into action. He pivots his camera, set on an azimuth circle, until the lens is pointed towards the racing-in bombing plane. Head and shoulders hidden by the black curtain j which has been rolled down to shut out light from the interior, he faces ‘ the drawing board with pencil poised, waiting for the “fire” signal. Through his earphones the signal comes from the bomber in the skies bT way of the radio operator in the i truck. And at that instant he marks on the paper the position of the plane whose course he has been trac ing. The shadow “caught,”-he con tinues to chert the course of the plane, marking at each second’s tick of a metronome its new position. Twenty three seconds after the “fire signal has A been given he makes his final not*. There is where the "bomb" landed. Why 23 seconds, you ask? Well, that's where the thing is not so simple again. The 23 seconds 1s the necessary elapsed time before the bomb dropped hits the ground. This is, for a bomb of given weight from a given plane speed at a given height. In this connection it will be noted that the bomber flew at an altitude of 8.000 feet. If he had been flying at an altitude of 10.000 feet it would have taken the bomb more than 23 seconds to reach the ground. Mathe matically these things have been worked out. So high, so fast, so heavy the bomb, so long for it to hit the ground. This timing must be pre cise on the part of the bombardier if if he wishes to become proficient as a bomber. 'J'HE training given the Army bomber j with the camera obecura is not ' an occasional program. It continues | for weeks until the pilots and the bombardiers become skilled in team work. Then they are ready to drop their allowance of 100-pound bombs for training and record runs. It does not matter how proficient they become in radio bombing or "mock bombing," they must have actual practice in the long run with "live" bombs in order to get the feel of bombing. Where these are concerned additional con siderations come into play, such as air resistance to the bombs, co-ordi nating the sight and release mechan isms and the actual menial reaction to dropping bombs containing explo sives and seeing them strike the tar get on the nose. In real bombing the officers work by teams. Yet even the mock angle Is not absent here. For only about four pounds of powder are placed in the bombs. The rest of the charge is made up of sand. Yet for all practical purposes the bombardiers are using "live” bombs, because the sand-filled projectiles react 1 l;e powder-filled bombs and provide th" necessary real ity feeling to training. r^LOSELY related to the radio bomb ing activities of the Air Corps in training 1U iky lighters is the training ] given with bomb sights In a specially constructed room. Recently there was built at Kelly Field, Tex., a specially designed octagonal tower for thia pur- | pose. In this tower the bombardier , sits near the ceiling and looks down on a miniature range below him. This range is a small strip of terrain painted on a canvas and which moves slowly on an endless chain. As it rolls along beneath his feet the bom bardier sees bridges, railheads, farm houses, airdromes, highways, cities and ammunition dumps in moving array, just as though he were flying above it all. Standing there, gazing down on this moving panorama, he 1s given the order to bomb a certain target—let’s say an airdrome. Aa the ’drome moves into line with the cross hairs of his bombing sight he turns a crank to set the instrument for ground speed, keeping the cross hairs lined up on the target until the automatic signal indicates that the mechanical plane is set. When the target crosses a second point on the sight he pulls the release handle. This movement operates a signal to the scorer, who notes the hit—or miss. JJXPERIMENTS related to defense maneuvers in the air are also conducted at March Field. For these maneuvers obsolete or worn-out planes are used. Small bombs are exploded in their vicinity and the effects on the fuselage and wings noted. The data obtained from these experiments are expected to have an important bearing on defense maneuvers In the future, with particular reference to the position of the planes in flight which have been made the victims of time fuses dropped from higher alti tudes. The Army evidently believes that the air will be the battlefield of the future. And that bombing planes will play the greater part in the control of the ether, just as the super-dread ► Checking the chart of a bombardier. The cone in the center of the chart represents the target. The line tracings on the chart represent the path of the plane and the end of the line where > the bomb hit. Scorer standing at opening of camera obscura waiting to receive signal that bomber is on course. He will score the hit or miss of the bomber on the chart, the corner of which may be seen in the^box. Notice the lens of the camera projecting from the top of the box. naught plays the greater part in the control of the seas. There is evidence of this in the recent swing-over by the Army to the huge bombers of today. They have been getting bigger and bigger, better and better as the years pass. A year ago we had no B-17s. Today we have IS built or building. And we are still reaching out. up and up. Only a few weeks ago there was turned over to the Army the B-15 for test*. This ship surpasses the B-17. It is 50 per cent larger. This new bomber has a gross weight of more than 30 tons. It is approxi mately BO feet long. 18 feet high and has a wing spread of 150 feet. Four 1,000-horsepower engines drive this monster of the air through the shies at a speed in excess of 225 miles per hour. It is six tons heavier than the B-17. has 50 feet more wing spread and a larger gas capacity. It has a cruising range in excess of 2,000 miles as compared with 1,500 for the B-17. In addition to tjw two main power plants there are t\W auxiliary engines located inside the airplane, driving the generators of a 110-volt alternating (See MINIATURE RANGE7Page C- 5') SCRAPPY FIGHTERS SPEED FLORIDA FISHING . - « Southbound Travelers in Search of Sport Find 600 Species of Fight ing Fish on Reefs, Shallows and in Gulf Stream, Including the Tarpon. By Walter McCollum. COLD and gloomy In the shadow of Capitol Hill. Warm and sunny in Florida. Particu larly out on the azure waters of the Gulf Stream or in the key dotted maze of the Ten Thousand Islands over on the west coast, where the tarpon play. Hundreds and possibly thousands of Washingtonians are laying plans this pear for a fishing trip to the stubby linger of Florida, sticking out into the \tlantic Ocean toward Cuba, where fighting fish swarm and where no man foes who doesn't get his full quota of thrills battling the scrappy fighters of the reefs, the shallows and .the deep Jlue Gulf Stream. What will they find? They’ll find something more than 600 ipecies of fish, from the spiny little reef stragglers through the tasty klng Ush, and on up through the ugly rlcious barracuda, the deep-boring tuna and bonito, the gorgeously-hued dolphin, the thin-flanked sailflsh, and up the scale to the scrappiest fighter of them all—the blue marlin of Bi mini and British West Indies waters, only occasionally taken off Miami. They also will find, if they go away down South over the Key West High way, to be opened late in February, the shallow ci.^ and tidal estuaries of the southernmost keys filled with scrapping tarpon, ugly shark and sometimes the flat-bodied, three-finned sawfish, a weird denizen of tropical waters never found In temperate cli mates. They will not get tarpon In the winter in continental Florida waters, even though enthusiastic Chamber of Commerce leaflet* tell yarns of winter tarpon fishing. There isn’t any such thing in January and February, ex cept for the small tarp which come up Into the Tamiami Canal |o feed. The big tarp don't hit Into west coast waters until late March. After that they flood through all the passes and cuts up and down the coast, and even reach over onto the east coast. jyjIAMI Is the hot spot, the center of all this fishing. Centered at Pier 5, a stone's toss from the tall hotels which front on Riscayne Boule vard, a fleet of hundreds of regally equipped cruisers awaits the angler. They don't come cheap (the prevailing rate is $35 a day), but it's worth it. You can get the same type of boat at a dozen spots—on the Causeway to Miami Beach, on the beach itself, in the Miami River or at Fort Lauder dale, a few miles north, or at Palm Beach or Stuart. But don't let anybody fool you about Florida fishing In the winter. Sure there is fishing at Daytona Beach, Jupiter, Melbourne, Cocoa and plenty of sea trout, grouper, snook and jack fish all along the west coast in winter, at Sarasota, Everglades, Bradenton, and even as far north as Tampa and Clearwater. But the cream of the fishing is in the south, around the Miaml-Fort Lauderdale-Palm Beach sector. For the fresh-water fisherman there are plenty of black bass almost anywhere in the State and at any time of year. Big-bodied, heavy, big-mouth bass they are, but they come high. A non-resident fishing license costs 15 bucks. The uninitiated Northern fisherman thinks in terms of sailfish apd tarpon when he thinks of Florida. In terms of spear-headed battlers and silver sided jumping jacks. The sailfish are there right now', but the tarpon ate not. If you aren’t easy prey for chiggers you can take a whirl at those Tamlaml Canal tarp, but they are little fellows at best. If chiggers bother you stay away. It isn’t worth a week of suffering from red-bug poisoning to catch a 15-pound tarpon, even though he’ll give you all the kick you want. You'll hear a lot of talk about blue marlin at Bimini, a half-hour’s plane travel across the 50-mile width of the Gulf Stream. They’ll catch big blues over there all through the winter— occasionally—but they really don’t start to come in any quantity until late March, along about the time the tarpon start to come North. But don’t be pessimistic about it. There's plenty of fishing any time of the year around Florida. You can hardly miss your sailfish If you keep after him. It may take three or four days in the Stream, but if you listen carefully and heed the guide's advice you should win a sailfish button. You cant miss on bull-necked amberjack or dolphin or bonlto, and you may be lucky enough to hit a wahoo. If you do you’ll find you’ve got something there. No fish travels faster than this com bination of sailfish and ktngfish. Hot spots for sailfish in the Miami area are straight out through the ship channel to a place about 4 miles oil shore straight out from the whistling buoy, and down by Fowey Rock Light, about 15 miles south, on the edge of the Gulf Stream. Also north. Just opposite Bakers Kaulover. QEORGE SUTTON, a Washington lawyer, hit it rich at Bimini a few days ago. He landed a 186-pound blue, which isn't being done every day at this time of year. He also hooked a big baby, which Guide Bill Hatch said would go 800 pounds or more, but the fish brake aS near the beet ““ They are there, these big boys, at this time of year, but they're scarce and it costs plenty of money to try for them. Roughly you have to figure on a week at Bimini. at about S60 to $75 a day. You might hit your blue the first day out and you might'nt be able to get out for a week, if a blow come6 along. And all that time your costs run on just the same. About all you can do then is to go bone-fishing on the flats. They’re good, too. , Mrs. W. B. Hurst of Bal timore boated a 400-pound blue in January last year, but she was lucky. You never know out there in the Gulf Stream what species of fish will hit your skipping bait. More likely it will be a bonito or a dolphin. Occar sionally it will be a wahoo or a barra cuda or a tuna. But the big thrill comes when the guide sees looming up behind your bait a long, brown shadow and a brown fin weaving along with possibly a bill sticking out through a wave. You’ll be all tense and excited. You’ll be all Jittery, and If you were fishing by the old-fash ioned “drop-back” method you’d prob ably lose him. But they’ve fixed it now so you have an almost automatic hooker on sail fish. Every charter boat that leaves Miami nowadays is equipped with outriggers, sturdy bam boo poles which stick out at a 45 degree angle from the side of the cabin and carry, the line up through a clothespin and down to the bait. With the angle of the line so high, the bait skips through and over the waves, looking every inch like a live fish trying td escape. TpHE sail seea this succulent morsel, comes up and looks It over. If he's hungry he’ll make a pass at It right away. If he’s skeptical he’ll hang along behind the bait and give it the onee-over for five minutes or more before he hits. Then he'll hit the bait smack in the middle with that foolish little bill. The effect on the angler will be twofold. First his line will come out of the clothespin on the outrigger and whirl down to the surface of the water. The other will be a first-class case of the Jumps jitters to you. He'll probably strike too fast or too late, but in either event he'll probably hook the fish. Outrig gers are more or less automatic hook ers. Then that big boy out there will leave the water in a jump that will startle you. The surface of the ocean 100 yards out will burst wide open, and the sail will be in the air frantically shaking his head to shake that hook out. He’ll probably, if he’s active, give you a little tall-walking stunt, aUttehig tor 40 feet along A The author reels in a big one. the edge of a wave, head in the air and tail pounding like a propeller. You'll fight him for 35 or 40 min utes, and at the end the captain will take his bill in gloved hand, hit him a wallop over the head with the “persuader,” you’ll look pridefully at your prize and then go back in the cabin for a snooze. It's no sport for a guy with flabby muscles. The sail is no sissy. Then if you are really lucky and you happen to be in Florida at the right time you'll want o have a whirl at tarpon. They’ll tell you that Ever glades is the spot for them during the late winter and early spring. It’s true, too. On their circuit of the Caribbean they move north and get into the Ten Thousand Islands area late in March or early in April. They will be around the souther!! keys early in March, ready for the signal that senda them north. But they are strictly warm-water fish. They don’t like cold weather. YOU'LL leave Everglades some warm morning on a little shallow draft cruiser about 30 feet long, heading for West Pass or Lopes River or Turner River or Sandfly Pass. You'll have two methods of Ashing, but first your guide will look for tar pon. Yes, look for them. Frankly, there isn't a great deal of use fishing for them if you don’t see them rolling. That roll will be a showing of part of the back and the dorsal fin just above the surface of the calm water. It’s the tarpon’s way of getting oxygen, or so the scientists have figured out. You’ll troll around for a while and you'll snoose in the warm sun. It klnda gets you, the combination of sun god gate water. A Probably while you’re snoozing the tarpon will hit. He’ll hit like the im pact of a 14-inch gun, for he doesn't trifle. He'll drive your rod butt into your tummy until you’ll wish for that rodbelt your tackle dealer tried to sell you last summer. He’ll jump any where from 6 to 20 times and he'll wear you down. Chances are you'll j lose him. for he's a tough baby. One tarpon landed out of four hooked is a j good average. But if you are good—and ! lucky—you'll tire him out; he'll turn | on his side and come in. If you don't! want him for mounting, you'll take a scale midway down his side just abaft of the dorsal fln and turn him loose. He’s no good for anything, even eat ing, but he’s the grandest, fish that swims from the sporting angle. You can’t take more than two a day now under a Federal regulation. Our good friend Frank T. Bell, commissioner of fisheries, put that one across. It's a good law, too. There’s been too much 'indiscriminate slaughter of tarpon and they’re too fine a fish to rot and die. Over there at Everglades you can get plenty of snook, redflsh (which is the Northern channel bass) and sheeps head. They're around all the time. The waters teem with them. In the spring you can get Into the big run of kingflsh by going 20 miles out or so. You can’t/miss anywhere around Flor ida, but the real fishing, except for sailflsh, is later in the winter. Strangely enough, January, February and March are fine sailflshing months. If you go for surfcasting, try the beach any where from Jupiter Inlet south. You’ll get pompano, redflsh snd-small shark, and around Palm Beach you’ll get blue fish. By ahy angle or any yard stick. Florida has everything any fish erman grants. Student pilots in the observation section of the Air Corps Advanced Flying School observing simulated artillery fire on the miniature range. —Official Photographs, U. S. Army Air Corps. REPEALING LAWS IS HIS AIM Bruce Barton, Friendly Legislator From New York, Has Already Launched His Campaign to Relieve Americans of Useless and Harmful Laws. By Lucy Salamanca. NEOPHYTE Congressmen are very apt to turn up in Wash ington with their bags filled with laws they would like to put over. Therein Bruce Barton, new Republican Congressman from New York, differs from his colleagues, for this Representative from the metrop- ' I olis has bags and briefcases bulging ! with laws he would like to put out 1 of instead of in commission. This gentleman from the seventeenth con- \ gressional district of New York City is so serious about the situation 1 that he has asked the aid of attor neys the length and breadth of the 1 land and for their suggestions for the I elimination of useless laws, laws that, in their estimation, the country would be better without. Prom the enthusi astic response, one may judge that re peal has become almost as important a question today as new legislation in a sorely law-ridden Nation. Barton sums it up as such a big job that he will have to move to re peal two laws a week until the end of the session if he hopes to get rid of those he terms "most useless" in that time. And that, in the days ahead,, is his legislative objective. Bruce Barton has already moved to repeal the greenback inflation provi sions of the Agricultural Act of 1933 and to liquidate the Commodity Credit Corp. "Just two more laws that ought to go into the ashcan," declares this congressional original. "One is use- : less and the other is so bad that it carries a threat to every wage earner, savings bank depositor and insurance policy holder in the land." Admittedly Barton is starting a new line of thought, not only in Washing^' ton, but in State Legislatures and City Councils. "The whole country," he af firms, "is punch-drunk with ‘where ases.1 It has a stomach ache from undigested enactments. It needs an old-fashioned dose of repeal." ’T'HAT was the platform on which ( ■*" this 6-foot, red-haired New Yorker was swept into Congress last year. His BRUCE BARTON, Republican Representative from the 17th congressional district, New York City. idea* are as refreshing as his phrase- j ology, as. in fact, his whole engaging ' personality. Informality and friendli- | ness seem to be the keynotes of all he says and does. A man who invariably j sits with his feet proped on imposing 1 mahogany desks, he refers to “con gressional dignity” with his tongue in his chek, talks without official inhi bitions and not only “calls a spade a spade,” but goes on pleasantly to de scribe it in detail. Barton had earned fame, of course, before he took leave from the New York advertising agency he has headed for 18 years to become the congres sional representative of New Yorks 17th district. His talents for turn ing a phrase had been exercised and appreciated in many fields, estab lishing his euphonious name as a household word as far back as 1917, j when his terse editorials and sermon- j ettes were first making their appear ance in the newspapers and maga zines of the country through syndicate distribution. Even before that, back to the day , he graduated from Amherst College in 1908. he had been voted the man “most likely to succeed” by his class- ! mates. The distinction seemed to give ; no promise of materializing just at the first, for Barton’s first job after receiving his degree was that of time keeper in a Montana construction camp. Following this occupational flight, he returned to take over a magazine, which soon flopped, in his home town, Chicago, where his father was a Congregational preacher. Later, Barton started out for New York and a $25-a-week job on a religious maga zine. He had turned down an offer to write advertising copy at $4,000 a year for a New York firm with the re mark that not only was there not that much money anywhere but that there must be something wrong with anyone who would offer it to him. it was a Near iairr, m iaua, mat : Conde Nast invited young Barton to joint the editorial and business staff of Vogue. From there he went over to Crowell Publishing Co., where he wrote advertising copy for the new famous "Five-Foot Shelf” that Col- I lier's was then promoting. J. P. ' Knapp, who in those days operated a Sunday magazine that was syndicated to newspapers, heard of the assistant ] general sales manager at Collier’s who ; was malting his presence felt and lured him over to his own publication. Every Week, with an invitation Barton never could resist—to "pep things up.” IJ ARTON took the magazine away from the newspapers and put it on the newsstands. It was while he was engaged in this business activity that he took a fling at the editorial end of the enterprise and began to write his now famous editorials. When Every Week "folded up.” in 1918, Barton offered his services overseas. Instead, he was asked to organize and direct the campaign to raise $180,000, 000 that was to be the war chest of seven charitable organizations. Bar ton had raised $202,000,000—the largest fund ever so collected—when that campaign closed. It was through these activities that he met the men who now are his partners In the New York advertising agency. The fact that he is In Washington today and not back of the desk in his New York office Indicates, Bruce Bar ton believes, the changed attitude of business men toward politics. Time was, he admits, when his clients would have interfered with his en trance into so unprofitable and thank less an enterprise as legislating. But this feeling, Barton declares, no longer prevails among business men. "They know now," he says, “that If they don’t give more attention to public business tbere will be no private business to attend to.” A week or two ago Barton Himself gave some advice to business men. The occasion was the meeting of the Advertising Club of Washington, here in the Capital. He told the members that business, in Its turn, with gov ernment, must ’’move a long way farther in the direction* of national service.” “We must be willing, aa business msn,” be declared, "to sacrifice as we A never have done since the war. We can do it only by moving into gov ernment, giving of ourselves and not merely of our money: accepting'the' fact that government will continue to be very much in business and trying, as far as is in our power, to con tribute to politics something of the energy, efficiency and economy which are the secret of business success." He urged then the business man’s point of view in government service. "Business,” he said, "seeks to sim plify and economize its operations. Government tends to become always more complicated and expensive. If the automobile had developed in the ■ same way that the political machine has developed it would now weigh 10 tons and cost $5,000: it would have attached to it a steam roller, a lawn mover, an egg beater, and the • services of five or six high-priced men would be required to get it out of the garage onto the street.” ^MONG the extra appurtenances and unnecessary baggage of pres ent-day government, Barton believes, one must count the excess laws of the land, laws that no longer serve any intelligent or worthy purpose, mean ingless laws, laws passed to tide over emergencies long since forgotten, laws, in short, that impede present-day progress and clutter up the statute books for no reason whatsoever. Such laws it is his expressed intention to wipe out. His first move in this direction canm on January II, when he moved to repeal one and to liquidate another. The greenback inflation provisions of the Agricultural Adjustment Act he quotes as one example of emergency legislation now useless. "In the hit-and-jun days of 1933," he says, "Congress rushed through the Agricultural Adjustment Act with the Thomas amendment, giving the Presi dent unrestricted power to start th*1 printing presses and turn out green backs to the tune of $3,000,000,000. “All the economic history of the world proves that when the printing presses •start, the Big Bust Is Just around the corner. Yet every period of hard times produces some prophet who proclaims that a dose of infla tion will set everything right. It sounds so simple and so good that may fall for it. Hence the adoption of the Thomas amendment. Resi dent Roosevelt has not yet taken ad vantage of the authority granted under the amendment, but we ought to re move temptation. Congress should take back its constitutional powers to control the currency. The Thomas amendment should be promptly and unanimously repealed. “As for the Commodity Credit Corp . there again you have a New Deal bureau that deserves a quick and mer-: ciful death. It was created by Execu tive order, dated October 16, 1933, is sued pursuant to the Agricultural Ad justment Art of 1933 and the National’ Industrial Recovery Art of June 16, 1933; its purpose was to make loans on agricultural commodities and so increase the price of food to the con sumer. The corporation was recog nized law- in the act of January 31,’ 1935, and by the act of January 6,. 1937. its life was extended to Janu ary'. 1939. It serves no useful pur pose that cannot be performed by the F^rm Credit Administration and the_ agencies subsidiary thereto. And it" should be liquidated.” Barton declares that these two' moves are only “starters.” that he is' studying other “useless" laws and will’ continue in his effort to remove them" from the statute books, just as he’ promised in his famous “doorbell ringing" campaign in New York last^ year. VV7ITH all the zest of an advertising man. Barton declares that the Re-' publican party needs ‘‘repackaginc ’’* That is to say, in his opinion, and in^ the advertising argot, the public ho-, grown tired of the same old hrand.s and it should be dressed up In a new and attractive carton. He cites a long’ list of what he terms “social-minded and humanitarian reforms” initiated, by the Republican party. Including the, Railway Labor Act, which outlawed company unions and required colls. lective bargaining. And he adds thatf the Democrats “picked up our ball, and ran it out of bounds while we stood on the sidelines saying, '¥04. can’t do that.’ ” As might be expected of Bruce., Barton, he has coined some very ap^. phrases in connection with this legis-. lative business. “Not everything that calls itself liberal is good,” he told a. New York reporter last year. And* again, “not all reforms are progress.’’^ He has a wonderful sense of humor,l and this quality guarantees that there, be never a dull moment when he is. discussing politics. On the day thi&. writer dropped in for a chat he was . likewise visited by a Congressional, colleague from across the hall and a, friend of long standing from New.' ifork. “You know,” observed Barton, ipeculatively in the presence of these casual callers “before I came to Washf* ington I had; heard a lot about the emoluments of office.’ Wall our friend; ■ NSee BARTON. Page C-9.) v*