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Vantage Point, issue 2, May 20, 1945
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3 Attemps to relieve these conditions receive Mr. Wylie's polished scorn. The Democrats are pap-drinkers. The Republicans are all bond salesman. The Liberals are Socialists, the Socialists are Communists and the Communists are impolite. The singular thing about this bumbling criticism is that no matter what goes into the hopper, its business end winds up by being pointed at the Soviet Union and Karl Marx. Since Mr. Wylie is the darling of a large section of the population that comprises the clientele of our popular slick magazines, and who also dote on his novels, his importance must be recognized. He is not as deadly as a cobra, but the cure for dangerous snakes is indicated. Mr. William L. White, the dead center of the Middle West tied himself to the tail of Eric Johnston while the latter was hedge-hopping about the land of the Soviets. Mr. Johnston is the president of the United States Chamber of Commerce, a businessman and therefore probably illiterate. All he had to say on his return was that the country looked pretty good and even made fountain pens. White, however, is highly paid for his turn of phrase and so vicious and obvious a fifth column attempt to destroy unity between Americans and Russians was his Return From the Soviets that the Reader's Digest couldn't resist it. The readers of the Digest have my sympathy. They had to read Mr. White when they could just as easily have read me. But I am even sorrier for a certain gentleman named Zaslavsky who also had to read him. In gratitude for this, I am appending a small ribbon to the MITM to be called the Award for the Relief of Zaslavsky. This estimable fellow is a political critic on the staff of the Soviet Magazine War and the Working Class (Viona E Rabotchaya Klass) and it is his job to let culprits have it between the eyes with both barrels when it becomes obvious that they are not speaking with marbles in their mouths but bullets from old Berlin. The amount of work shouldered by Mr. Zaslavsky in the past two years is appalling and it is clear that he can cope with the unceasing flood only because he is a Bolshevik with the strength of ten. In his time he has had to deal with William Randolph Hearst, General von Mannerheim and the Pope, and once even poked Wendell Wilkie in the ribs. I am privately looking forward to the occasion when he finds it necessary to make Mr. Churchill's shiny phrases look like the inside of an empty beer can that has been lying in a New Guinea jungle for months. Despite his heroic record, M. Zaslavsky has never heard of our patent potions for sustaining supermen and one of these morning he will be forced to request a vacation. It is to keep him on the job that I am offering the special addition to the MITM, to be given only to those who have been spared a Zaslavsky katiusha barrage. I have always considered the effects of lies told in the daily press at least two thousand percent more damaging than those commonly lousing up books and novels. Certainly the section of American Capitalism who recently so far forgot their own better interests to publicly express the fear that $1,775,000,000 in American holdings in Roumania, Finland and Hungary might have to be written off due to the presence of the Red Army, did not agitate their anxiety on Soviet policy over three-or-four-thousand copy editions of anti-Soviet potboilers. This short-sighted group who are undoubtedly all subscribers to the New York Sun and Herald-Tribune, shuddered at the thought that rights of American stockholders were in peril, due to the hasty Soviet insistance on the legal payment of reparations for proparty damaged by the armies of German satellities. It seemed that a large part of the American investment might have to be used to satisfy these debts, and the picture of
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3 Attemps to relieve these conditions receive Mr. Wylie's polished scorn. The Democrats are pap-drinkers. The Republicans are all bond salesman. The Liberals are Socialists, the Socialists are Communists and the Communists are impolite. The singular thing about this bumbling criticism is that no matter what goes into the hopper, its business end winds up by being pointed at the Soviet Union and Karl Marx. Since Mr. Wylie is the darling of a large section of the population that comprises the clientele of our popular slick magazines, and who also dote on his novels, his importance must be recognized. He is not as deadly as a cobra, but the cure for dangerous snakes is indicated. Mr. William L. White, the dead center of the Middle West tied himself to the tail of Eric Johnston while the latter was hedge-hopping about the land of the Soviets. Mr. Johnston is the president of the United States Chamber of Commerce, a businessman and therefore probably illiterate. All he had to say on his return was that the country looked pretty good and even made fountain pens. White, however, is highly paid for his turn of phrase and so vicious and obvious a fifth column attempt to destroy unity between Americans and Russians was his Return From the Soviets that the Reader's Digest couldn't resist it. The readers of the Digest have my sympathy. They had to read Mr. White when they could just as easily have read me. But I am even sorrier for a certain gentleman named Zaslavsky who also had to read him. In gratitude for this, I am appending a small ribbon to the MITM to be called the Award for the Relief of Zaslavsky. This estimable fellow is a political critic on the staff of the Soviet Magazine War and the Working Class (Viona E Rabotchaya Klass) and it is his job to let culprits have it between the eyes with both barrels when it becomes obvious that they are not speaking with marbles in their mouths but bullets from old Berlin. The amount of work shouldered by Mr. Zaslavsky in the past two years is appalling and it is clear that he can cope with the unceasing flood only because he is a Bolshevik with the strength of ten. In his time he has had to deal with William Randolph Hearst, General von Mannerheim and the Pope, and once even poked Wendell Wilkie in the ribs. I am privately looking forward to the occasion when he finds it necessary to make Mr. Churchill's shiny phrases look like the inside of an empty beer can that has been lying in a New Guinea jungle for months. Despite his heroic record, M. Zaslavsky has never heard of our patent potions for sustaining supermen and one of these morning he will be forced to request a vacation. It is to keep him on the job that I am offering the special addition to the MITM, to be given only to those who have been spared a Zaslavsky katiusha barrage. I have always considered the effects of lies told in the daily press at least two thousand percent more damaging than those commonly lousing up books and novels. Certainly the section of American Capitalism who recently so far forgot their own better interests to publicly express the fear that $1,775,000,000 in American holdings in Roumania, Finland and Hungary might have to be written off due to the presence of the Red Army, did not agitate their anxiety on Soviet policy over three-or-four-thousand copy editions of anti-Soviet potboilers. This short-sighted group who are undoubtedly all subscribers to the New York Sun and Herald-Tribune, shuddered at the thought that rights of American stockholders were in peril, due to the hasty Soviet insistance on the legal payment of reparations for proparty damaged by the armies of German satellities. It seemed that a large part of the American investment might have to be used to satisfy these debts, and the picture of
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