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Some people have the impression that tuberculosis is no longer a public health menace. But last week, as the National Tuberculosis Association opened its early diagnosis campaign urging U. S. citizens to have chest X-rays, ominous warnings were issued by several experts. They reminded the public that t.b., although it has been pushed back from first to eighth place among U.S. killers, still kills more people between 18 and 40 than any other disease...
Soldiers. In 1917, the Army rarely used chest X-rays in examining recruits. This mistake cost taxpayers one billion dollars for the care of tuberculous veterans. But the Army is slow to learn. Said Surgeon General Thomas Parran last week: "Only in a few fortunate localities, typically the large cities, are X-rays to detect tuberculosis included in the examination...
...when Abbott let his pint-sized brother-in-law, a Florida lawyer, take over (1926), the Defender started down the skids. Livelier competitors (the Baltimore Afro-American and Pittsburgh Courier) grabbed a lot of Defender circulation with pictures of barer brownskin and high yaller gals, more chest-thumping against race discrimination. The Defender staff had to be harshly shaken up. The brother-in-law, bounced at last, sued the now-ailing Abbott for $85,000. Mrs. Abbott No. 1 won an expensive divorce suit. Abbott put his favorite nephew in charge of the paper. The Defender went from...
...raid did much to offset the depression caused by Nazi successes in the Balkans. The raiders were greeted as heroes. They reached home laden with souvenirs: framed photographs of Hitler and Goring, swastikas, the flag of the supply ship. The proud possessor of the flag spread it across his chest and said: "The hardest fight I had was to get this flag, and the fellows who provided the competition were my comrades...
...alone, I can also praise John Crockett's "1929--There Is a Clock That Always Strikes." This, however, is a cloyingly wistful memory of an age that has passed, an album of Daguerreotypes of "orange blossoms" and "milkweed gloves," that reaches its supreme moment of pathos with: "The hope chest drawers are empty now." It would be naive and thoroughly undesirable to expect the Advocate to become a magazine of "social significance," and yet it is completely reasonable to expect some focussing, some more intense realization of implications in a poem of this sort. I think it almost providentially...