Center for Labor Education & Research, University of Hawaii - West Oahu: Honolulu Record Digitization Project

Honolulu Record, Volume 10 No. 18, Thursday, November 28, 1957 p. 5



We hear that Wynthrop Orr, IMUA's expert on Communism, is going to place the first call when, on Dec. 23, the Hawaiian Telephone Co. — anything for another buck—opens telephone service between Hawaii and Russia.

Our informant, who is close to sources which know sources within IMUA, says that Wynthrop's call will be to Mr. K in the Kremlin because he wants to talk with Mr. K about coexistence and peace and Sputniks for fun, and (this is very hush-hush, our IMUA source breathed) he's going to get Mr. K in a mellow mood and touch him for a few rubles for IMUA's appeal for operating expenses.

Our informer says, too, that to make sure Wynthrop doesn't get Mr. K ruffled, Dr. Arthur Marder of the University of Hawaii who counter-interviewed Mr. K on TV, is going to bat at Wynthrop's elbow with his "expert-on-Russia" touch!

A federal court in Milwaukee has ruled that union strike benefits are tax-free gifts rather than taxable income. The jury ordered the Internal Revenue Service to return $108 that is assessed on $566 paid to a Kohler Co. striker by the United Auto Workers.

Unless a higher court revokes it, the decision will set a legal precedent affecting millions of dollars in taxes.

Lee Mortimer, known in Hawaii for his marriage to an-Olaa girl as well as for including these islands in his roundup, of "confidential" information and or misinformation, has been fill-ing in for columnist Walter Winchell lately. He reported with alarm that the president's new scientific adviser, Dr. James R. Killian, Jr., of M.I.T., "signed a resolution in 1051 urging the withdrawal of ,U.S. troops from Korea and, Nationalist China and the recognition of Red China. He defended Dirk Struik . . . still teaching at M.I.T." after being called a communist. Poor old Ike! Without Lee Mortimer to warn him, he might be contaminated too.

That was a sweet- 5-year contract that some 400 members of Local 1186, International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, have inked with the Pacific Electrical Contractors Assn.

They get $2.60 an hour mini-mum pay right away arid it will be boosted each year until by 1962 the minimum pay will be $3.60 an hour with lots of other benefits like a union shop, arbitration of grievances, a health and welfare trust fund, one week's paid vacation annually, and a joint board to discuss industry problems, etc.

The ILWU stevedores earlier signed a five-year contract. Electrical workers on Hawaii's sugar plantations are interested in the new IBEW contract. For doing the same work as the IBEW men do for $2.60 an hour, the plantation electrical workers get only $1.66 1/2 an hour — which is a big, big difference in these days of inflated cost of living. Sugar workers will begin negotiating with employers very shortly for higher pay.

Word from City Hall is that Mayor Neal Blaisdell, who is better known for his hula dancing than for civic action, is perturbed about the Liquor Commission's intentions of cracking down on what it calls vulgar nightclub acts.

The commission reckons performers should be licensed and issued permits so that the commission's vice experts can crack down pronto. Will the mayor's hulas have to pass the commission's sanitization tests? After all, he's a professional because he dances for votes and they say that when Neal gets really wriggling at his hulas, they have a meaning of their very own.

Not only is that worrying the mayor. He remembers vividly how his administration made things so rough for Bill (the Knee) Pacheco and his Oasis performers that. Bill, a staunch Republican too, ran against Blaisdell for the mayoralty and made things very embarrassing.

"In totting up the West's assets," a reader wrote to Newsweek magazine, "you ignore some intangibles which might decide the issue in favor of Russia.

"These are the toughness of the two antagonists; their will to win and survive; -the earnestness of their belief in themselves; their zeal and skill in selling themselves to others, their willingness to study, work, fight, and die for their convictions and institutions.

"If all these are included in the balance, I fear the outlook would be much less favorable to the West."

Bankruptcies of small businesses under Ike's Big Business administration are running so high that last month they totaled 1,000, the worst since the dark days of 1933.

The situation is so grave that on Nov. 23 William T. McCormick, president of the American Stock Exchange, said:

"I've been stewing for a long time about the financing problems of small, business, and I'd like to see something effective done about it."

He suggested that the Federal government invest $250 million dollars in the stock of small businesses and with this risk capital make Uncle Sam a partner in the dividends.
If an ordinary citizen suggested such a setup, he'd be called a Communist, a Socialist and maybe words unprintable, and. Life and Reader's Digest, would rush into print with the Nixon line about standing on your own feet, but when the idea came from Wall Street, the Advertiser made it front page news.

A guy who’s got a sweet setup at taxpayer expense is Capt. William J. Lederer, special assistant to Admiral Felix B. Stump, commander-in-chief, Pacific.

Lederer is an author on the side, the one who autographed sales of his latest book at Bill Lederer's Bar (no kin) on Hotel St.

Everywhere Adm. Stump goes author-Capt. Lederer goes, too. They spend scads of time visiting the Western Pacific, Japan, Formosa and Southeast Asia. Lederer makes sure that everywhere they go; Stump gets his profile and lots of personalized publicity in the papers.

Now Lederer is working on a book about Asia and to whet an appetite for it he's busy lecturing to women's clubs, etc. He told one last week that "because of public apathy" Americans don't know much about Asia. He told them to get their newspapers to "print more foreign news."

How about it, girls? Get the local dailies to print less about Stump and his stooge and more about what's really going on in Asia.

As we went into a super-market, two guys were standing at the entrance and we overheard one say to the other: "I hate his guts ! He's no good to the Industry."
That set us to thinking about the lack of coexistence spirit as we pushed our cart along the aisles. We'd just lighted a Pall Mall — "you can light either end"—when one of the guys from the entrance stopped us and asked. "What sorta cigaret are yuh smoking?"'

He looked us right in the eyes and when we said "a Pall Mall” we thought the guy was going to grab us by the throat. He reached forward, all right, but Instead of throttling us, he snatched the Pall Mall from our lips and ground it on the floor with a size 11 shoe.

Then he started a spiel. He said he worked for Liggett & Meyers (they  make Chesterfields) and "we have, after millions of dollars spent in research, come out with a brand new brand called.

Oasis, with the flavor of fine tobacco, enhanced by exclusive Menthol Mist and you won't know the great pleasure of smoking until you try and buy Oasis cigarets" and with that he pulled out an Oasis, stuck it in our mouth and flicked his lighter, and said, "Now, take a deep, deep suck! Isn't that a smoking sensation?"

And on and 6n he gabbled, a brainwashed production of super-salesmanship, Madison Avenue style. Even our negative attitude didn't phase him. He leaned toward us, confidential-like, and said:
"Tell you what. I'll give you this full pack of Oasis — notice the crush-proof box which guarantees that every. Oasis in it will be firm and full of highest quality tobacco -- if you promise me that, in return, you'll buy two packs of Oasis on your way out. The cashier has them, waiting for you. Yew, sir!”

And with that he beat it. We crushed the Oasis and its "Menthol Mist" on the floor — and went back to a Pall Mall and meditated about U.S. salesmanship, 1957 style, the costs of which, are paid for by every sucker of a cigaret.
P.S.—We didn't buy two packs of Oasis. We traded the one he gave us for a pack of Pall Mall.

p /> I do not say that at odd hours a patient must be given the regular hot dinner or supper. Few people would expect this.
But what is so complicated about opening and heating a can of soup, making some toast, or preparing instant coffee or tea? Why cannot a night nurse do these simple things after the kitchen to closed? Is it just too much trouble?

It is only common humanity to feed the hungry. If our hospitals are too big, too complex, too impersonal to do these small kindnesses for the sick, something is very wrong.