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The ‘Why’ of Brutality
A committee of the American Bar Association, ap
pointed to study lawless methods of law enforcement,
recency made this report concerning police brutality:
"We can only say that the third degree' in the
sense of rigid and severe exammatiou of men under
arrest by police officers or prosecuting attorneys or
both is used almost everywhere, if not everywhere, in
the United States."
There is nothing in that remark that has not been
suspected by most people who devote any thought to
such things: but the statement is disturbing enough,
in all conscience, and it probably will be the jump
ing-off place for a new campaign against third de
gree methods everywhere.
Now the third degree is a disgrace to civilization,
and deserves no defense. But while we are campaign
ing against it, we might as well look a little further
and figure out just what it is that causes the third
degree to be so generally used.
Policemen and prosecutors, to begin with, are no
more brutal than the rest of us. Some of them are i
hard-boiled and a very few are downright cruel, but I
in the mam they are pretty representative citizens. I
as decent and kind-hearted as their jobs will let j
them be. Why. then, does the ordinary man who is j
arrested as a suspect in a crime take it for granted !
that he will be kic-Ked and cuffed and bruised and
whipped when he reaches the station house?
The real reason probably lies, not In the police sta- j
tlon, but in the courts of Justice.
The average policeman is pretty cynical about the
courts He sees notorious roeues go into court and
come off scot free because of the machinations of ;
clever lawyers, the interminable delays of legal pro- I
cedure, the favoritism of Judges, the intimidation of I
Juries or the connivance of unscrupulous court at
taches. He knows that arresting a criminal is much
easier than convicting him. He knows that there are
often wheels within wheels in his city’s legal ma- 1
chinery.
So it has become a police axiom that the case
against a suspect is hardly complete without a signed,
awom confession; and it is the eagerness to get this
confession—bom of the sad knowledge that without
it the best case in the world may fall through—that
causes the third degree.
All of this, of course, does not form an excuse. No
language is strong enough to condemn the practice
of torturing prisoners into making confessions. But
understanding this background may help us in the
task of eliminating the third degree. Concentrating
our energies on the courts might do more good than
simply calling policemen names.
A New Source of Danger j
It is not especially reassuring to learn that Adolf
Hitler promises, If he ever comes to power in Ger
many. that he will do everything he can to evade
fulfillment by Germany of Internationa: treaties.
Since Hitler's Fascist party made such a spectacu- i
lar gain in the last election, and since there are so
many strong rumors of an impending • putsch." or
forcible seizure of power, by this party, the chances
of Hitlers cominc to power are not qui'e as remote
as one might, wish; and if he ever does come to pow
er resolved to carry out the program he has outlined,
you may rest assured that Europe will have plenty
of trouble.
It is quite possible, of course, to argue plausibly
that many of the International treaties under which
Germany now labors are unjust and should be re
vised; but sudden, forcible revision such as Hitler ad
vocates could only mean war. This Austrian politici
an seems to rank now as the lending source of danger
in all Europe.
The Once Over^
j By H. I. PHILLIPS j
CIGAR STORES AND LITERATURE
(Copyright, 1930, By The Associated Newspapers)
Chain cigar stores are now selling books. This may ;
or may not do something to disprove the old adage
that you can't tell a book by its wrapper.
• at*
When a clerk secs a customer enter a cigar store
these days he doesn't know whether he is a tobacco
addict or a bookworm. He is at a loss to classify him
as a heavy smoker or a light readei. The hardest job
a cigar store clerk is having is to break himself of
the habit of saying, when a customer picks out a
book. "Could we interest you in a box of those at a
special price for this week only?"
• r • •
An executive of a leading chain of stores is quoted
as saying he is having great difficulty stopping clerks
from offering a packet of matches with every novel.
• • • •
*T'm sure you'll like that one," the clerk is apt U>
say to a man who has Just selected the book of the
month. "It will burn evenly."
• « •» •
Or conversely, "It's a pleasure to sell you that cigar,
sir. It has suspense, power, action and plenty of
color. I don't know’ a smoke on the market that por
trays life more vividly. You can tell before you are
half way through that cigar that the author has lived
it."
• • • •
It’s all very confusing.
• i t •
"What kind of a book do you wish?” asks the clerk
of the customer who asks for a novel.
“I can’t quite make up my mind ” replies the cus
tomer.
‘Something mild, strong or medium?” asks the
cigar clerk.
“Fairly strong.” replies the customer.
“Something with a good filler” suggests the clerk.
"Do you inhale?”
“I Inhale the lighter novels, but not the stronger
one My doctor says I shouldn't.”
“Arc you a heavy reader?”
“Oh. I smoke two or three novels a day.”
• • • •
Or maybe the customer comes in for a cigar
“I want something in a good panatela.” he says.
“Fiction, non-fiction or biography?” asks the clerk.
“I don't quite follow you. What do you recom
mend?”
• • • •
Customers are as confused as the clerks. It fre
quently happens that a man comes into a chain cigar
store and tries to light a novel at the electric lighter.
And then there is the trying problem of the cus
tomer who tries to open a cigar and see If there are
any illustrations.
Add similes: As ambitious as a man who insists
on going around a demi-tasse golf course with his
wooden clubs
The business situation must have improved One
of the unmistakable signs is that fewer people are
showing resistenee when Pullman porters offer to
brush their hats.
Just to forestall Will Rogers, this column proposes
right now that a fund be raised to give a cup to
whichever team loses the series.
T. L H knows a woman who is so cold hearted one
of her tears wouldn't make a water hazard on a Tom
ThOumb golf course.
Pies and Their Crusts
Heresies in the matter of food have been spread
ing throughout the land of recent years; but no
heresy more fundamental or sweeping has yet ap
peared than the bland assertion In a recent cook
book that pies. est>ecially apple pies, should be baked
without any bouiom crust, “since nobody ever eats the
bottom crust anyhow."
Here is a blow square at the jaw of one of Ameri
ca's greatest institutions. This nation was nourished
throughout its youth on apple pie. In Boston, cradle
of liberty, they cat apple pic for breakfast, and thrive
on it. And any genuine, dyed-in-the-wool pie-eater
would as soon think of leaving the bottom crust un
eaten as he would forget to honor his wife's blrth
dav.
The man who, tackling a piece of pie. leaves fie
bottom crust to its own devices, bare and forsaken,
is no true pie addict. It was not by such men that
our nation became great Pie was made to be eaten,
and the under crust is its chief jewel and Its great
est glory.
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Begin Here Today
Celia Mitchell, 17, faces a new
life when he she leaves the home
in Baltimore where she has lived
with her seamstress mother, to join
her father, John Mitchell, and her
grandmother in a stately New York
dwelling.
The girl has not even known
her father was living until the
day he came to the Baltimore
apartment. Celia had supposed Bob
Rogers, her mother’s second hus
and, to be her father. Mitchell of
fers the girl a life of wealth and
immediately everything changes
She leaves her mother, unaware
that Mrs. Rogers Is seriously 111
and she leaves Barney Shields,
young newspaper photographer, who
swears that some day he and Celia
will be married.
The girl is lonely and ill at ease
in her new home. Mitchell finds
her in tears and is worried. He calls
on Mrs. Evelyn Parsons, a beauti
ful widow whose husband was Mit
chell’s close friend. Mrs. Parsons
agrees to intorduce Celia to the
right set of young people. It is ob
vious she is interested in the girl
as a means to gain Mitchell’s af
fections. To this end she invites
Celia to spend a week-end at her
Long Island home. Just as they are
leaving a servant p~ess:s something
into Celia's hand.
Now Go On With The Story
CHAPTER XVII
The motor car turned into a
wooded lane and ahead, set well
back from the road. Celia saw a
large white house. Mrs. Parsons
waved a hand toward it.
"That's the place,” she said. Then
glancing at a wrist watch, she ad
ded. “we’ve made ~ood time driv
ing”
"It looks lovely!” Celia murmur
ed.
"I’m fond of it. This Is where
all my happiest hours have been
spent.” Evelyn Parsons' voice seem
ed so sincere, so sweetly brave, that
sympathy welled in the girl's heart,
^he had been told that Mrs. Par
sons was a recent widow And she
had no idea that practically every
visitor to Larchwood had heard the
same speech about Evelyn's "hap
piest hours."
"The house was named for this
double row of trees.” Mrs. Parsons
exp'ained. "It was built by Dwight's
father years ago.”
Celia, feeling she was in the
presence of grief, remained silent.
The car swung Into the driveway.
Close-cut rolling lawn stretched to
either side and beyond, shading the
- colonial bouse, were more
of the larch trees There holly
hocks. larksnuis and other old
fashioned flowers at each side of
the entrance. Green and white strip
ed awnings covered the windows.
T.arch wood appeared delightfully
hosoltable.
“Wh*»t a beautiful home!” Celia
Mitchell exclaimed. She was con
trasting it mentally with the Mit
i chell’s dignified town house.
Mrs. Pa-so-c smi’^d. The chaof
| feur was holding the door of the
i far for the two to descend Mrs. Par
sons gave him instructions about
the baggage and then led the way
I to the house.
A maid In becoming green uni
form onened the door.
"Good morning Hilda Have there
been anv telephone messages this
morning?”
“No ma'am ”
"Good! Celia. Hilda will show
j you to your room and whenever
vou're readv. my dear, we’ll have
| luncheon There are one or two
i housekeeping tasks I must attend
j to. Shall we say luncheon at 1:30?”
"Oh. yes—any time. You mustn't
bother about me—”
"Not the slightest bother! Take
Miss Mitchell upstairs. Hilda.”
Celia followed her maid. She was
conducted to a cool and niry bed
room on*the second floor. The room
was brightly furnished in early
American style with an old-fashion
ed four-posted bed, small, colorful
rugs, chairs and a high chest of
walnut. There were ruffled white
tieback curtains at the window's and
a blue pottery bowl of daisies and
snap dragons stood on a small
table.
• • •
Hilda departed and Celia made
stire that the door had closed
securely behind her. Now that she
was alone the girl seemed excited
For an instant she listened at the
door, then swung herself on the
bed, drawing from her jacket a
crumpled object. It was a letter.
"Miss Celia Mitchell. East 21st
street. New York.” the address read.
The handwriting appeared to be
familiar. Ce’ia surveyed it a mom
ent. Then she pressed the envelope
to her heart. She flung her head
back, smiling ecstatically.
Quickly Celia ripped the envelope
open and drew forth the folded
sheets. The smile vanished. Celia
read feverishly:
"Dear Celia: It was certainly a
tough break that was handed to
me Saturday. Do you know where
I was when your train pulled out?
Half way to Glen B u r n 1 e
chasing Joe Park, the guy who
escaped from the penitentiary last
week. No, we didn’t get him, but It
was an exciting afternoon.
“You see. I had everytmng lined
up so I could finish early Satur
day. Bradford was supposed to
take my assignments after three
o’clock. I was just about ready to
beat It when the tip came in. Mor
gan yelled at me and raid, ‘You
take this. Shields.’ Well, of course
there wasn’t any use 'rguing. I
didn’t even have time to bluff.
“Casey went with me. It was a
private tip to the city editor that
Park could be found at a housr
out there where a girl lives he used
to be seen with before he was sent
up. All the papers In town have
been playing the Park story all
week. It seemed like a hot lead
and we sure burned up the road
Well—that’s about all there Is to
tell. It turned out there wasn’t any
such house number, and after two
hours we decided there wasn’t any
such girl either. Finally when wr
called the office Morgan decided
the whole thing was phoney. There
was my afternoon gone—and you
gone, too!
“I called up your mother that
evening, but I guess she didn’t get
my message. Anyhow. I wasn’t able
to see her until last night, and
that's why I couldn’t v.-rite b 'ere
She gave me the address. I hope
you’ve been having a fine tin e in
New York, and that your new rel
atives improve on acquaintance. I
haven’t got the raise yet. If It
isn’t on this week’s pay check
guess I’ll have to have another
session with the M. E.
“There isn't anything else to tell
you except that It seems about a
million years since you were here
It Isn't any fun driving alone eve
nings. Looks like a long summer
ahead I certainly was sorry not tc
be able to say goodby .t the sta
tio. Hope you’ll write soon and
tell me you haven’t forgotten n
certain evening I have in mind.
Believe me. I haven’t. It's awfully
lonesome here. Honey.
Lots of loves
BARNEY"
There was a rustle of emotion lr.
the hallway. Celia Mitchell. In
tent on the letter, did not hear it.
i The sound was repeated: then
• there came a knock at the door.
The glow faded from C-lla’.
cheeks. She stood up. backing
away from the door and Jamming
the pages into her pocket,
j “Who’s there?” she demanded.
"Ycur luggage, ma'am.”
• • •
. She recognized the chauffeur’s
voi,*e. Celia breathed a sigh of
relief and then said: “Bring the
bags in "
The i-iterruption reminded the
Tm Main Stem
Intimate Glimpses of the Valley’s Alley
—---by J. R. —
Along Elizabeth . Our Bouquets Backfire .... Not So Hood .
A Million Dollars Worth of Officials And
12 Posts .... We Must Have a Range.
Along Elizabeth
E. J. Tucker_banker ...enter
ing the Merchants National bank
_ready for a hard day's work...
Edgar Brown_of the College Inn
....conversing with several ac
quaintances-Jiggs Bansbach
of the C AT. lines-wearing a
white and blue cap—like navy
officers wear_Hurt Batsell....
owner of a sporting goods store...
entertaining a group of customers
with the World Series -etums via
radio_Robert N^-*hrop.head
man for station KWWG in Browns
ville_trying to get up local pro
grams and letting the Edinburg
Red Shirt band get away from him
....the Edinburg organization has
a state-wide reputation — Emmet
Egly... .recently a very sick man
as the result of a bullet *»’ound....
now fullv recovered and driving
around the main st'm in a big
sedan_W. J. Schnurbusch
weather bureau chief—riding the
elevator in the State National on
the way to his fifth floor office... j
David Joost_post office emplove
and an enthusiastic Lion — with
notes on the last meeting in short
hand ....
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Bouquets? Maybe
The Work’ Series Is over. A
thing of th? past.
If you remember, the day before
the series started, we said that the
way to correctly predict the winner
was to bet on one side and then
watch the other side win. And then
we came out and said that we were
betting on the St. Louis Cardinals.
The Athletics won. of rourre. and
ou: prediction came true.
• • •
We were feeling - erv highly
elated over how our prediction had
come true, the engineer of In Our
Valley” column who came o;t in
black and white and said the Phil
adelphia aggregation would win
dashed cold water on our bovish
enthusiasm bv pointing out that
we had wor'ted our prognostication
in such a manner that we cculdn t !
lose.
I “It was a matter of heads I win.
tails you lose.” he said. “If the
Cards had won, you would have
said that you had placed your bets
on them In the first place.”
Well, the world is like that. Life
is hard.
• • •
Food for Argument
It’s funny what will start a con
troversy.
In Cameron county or any coun
ty, for that matter, public officials
are paid thousands upon thousands
of dollars U conduct affairs.
For the money some officials are
paid, it seems that they should
settle the League of Nationc argue
ment, or worry Einstein with some
thing Just a little better than his
theories, or put Hoover right on
some national affair.
And then someone sinks about a
dozen poles where a dozen poles
shouldn’t be. and the county's high
priced officials are embroiled in a
first class controversy.
We’re talking about the poles at
Boca Chica which form a fence
forcing traffic over a toll bridge.
A Rifle Range
Before long Brownsville citizens
will be able to drive out and go
boom on the rifle range which is
being planned.
A matter of a mere *800 stands
between a range and no range, and
the chamber of commerce, working
in conjunction with city officials
and authorities from Fort Brown
are determined to get it.
The range, when completed, will
keen Fort Brown soldiers in Browns
ville (they’ve been going to Fcr*
Ringgold 'tr practice* and will
allow local citizens to borrow guns
buy ammunition at a reduced rate
and practice shooting under an in
structor from the post. It will all
work out very admirablv. but we
humblv bee thaf women be excluded
from practice
They-re too good at popping hus
,*«pda now.
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girl that downstairs Mrs. Parsons
would be waiting. Already it was
a quarter after one. She could not
resist, however, reading the last
two paragraphs of Barney's letter
again before she folded it and hid
it away in her purse. Then with a
hasty pat at her hair an., e dab
of powder on her nose she was
ready for luncheon.
She and Mrs. Parsons were the
only two w'ho were persent for the
meal. The other guests. Mrs. Par
sons said, would arrive that after
noon and evening.
The house seemed even larger,
viewed from the interior, than out
side. Off the entrance hall there
wai, a huge living room with a
fireplace, bookcases and a grea*
many comfortable over - stuffed
| chairs. The dining room, on the
other side of the house, had broad
windows looking out over the gar
den. Celia glimpsed other rooms
opening from these. She was par
ticularly pleased by the wide porch ;
reached by French windows In the
living room. Surely If the house
had been built Jong ago Evelyn
Parsons had done much to mod
ernize it.
"You must do Just whatever vot
like this afternoon." Evelyn said
as dessert was being served "Rat
and Lisi Duncan are driving over
with Walter Carr. They'll be here
any time. Eve and Courtney Brook«■
promised to come by tea time
They’re not really much older ttr
th - rest of the crowd, though
| they've been married three years
I Eve used to be Eve Carpenter
Courtney dabbles at being an art
ist. and thev spend as much time
abroad as they do here. Bv th'
way. I understand you and yoir
grandmother are going to Fiance in
September "
“Yes." Cleia said. 'T can hardly
believe it though.”
“How l'd love to be the one to
show you Paris!"
“Oh, Mrs. Parsons-that would
be wonderful'”
The older woman smiled.
’ I'm glad you think so. We ARE
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going to be friends, aren't we, Celia, t
dear? Good friends!”
Celia felt she should proclaim
loudly that this was true. The sit
uation called for it. And yet in- j
frequently—but at this particular
moment—Celia Marshall was aware
of a sharp, uneasy distrust of Eve
lyn Parsons. It was almoet as though
the lovely widow was too sweet, too
eager to befriend her. After such
moods passed Celia was always
ashamed of them.
"I—appreciate everything you've
done for me.” she answered now.
"I want to be friends. Mrs. Par
sons.''
• • •
Evelyn Parsons patted the girl's
hand.
"Sweet child!” she said. "Isn't
it fine your father is going to be
able to come down tomorrow? He's
such a slave to his work, poor man!
I suppose that's the price of bril
liance "
Again Celia felt that twinge of
doubt. She gazed up at her hostess
and encountered serenely blue eyes,
smiling lips surely incapable of de
ceit. Celia banished her fears and
branded them evil.
«To Be Continued!
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