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| Robert Paul and Sara Davies are Edwin P. Chase's grandparents. |
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| Robert Paul and Sara Davies are my 4th great grandparents. |
I'm a regular consumer of political news and commentary, so this Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial from my 2nd 3x removed cousin, Edwin Perry Chase (E.P. Chase) from 1934 was an interesting find.
E.P. Chase (1879-1949) grew up in Atlantic, Iowa, and his parents published the local newspaper, The Atlantic News-Telegraph. He inherited the paper after their deaths.
A critical analysis of the editorial, from Pulitzer Prize Editorials: America's Best Writing, 1917-2003
by William David Sloan, Laird B. Anderson, page 51, explains the context:
1934
Edwin P. Chase
for "Where is Our Money?"
Like at least two earlier winners, Edwin P. Chase's prize-winning editorial was greeted with criticism. Written during the Great Depression when great numbers of people were out of work and banks were idle, the editorial attempted to explain the causes of the troubles. Marked by a conservatism typical of newspapers of the day, it was essentially an attack on Franklin Roosevelt's approach of remedying the problems through government programs. Althought its sentiments were out of touch with the desires of the majority of the public, the editorial was picked up by a number of the nation's leading newspapers, whose editors believed it accurately dissected the cause of America's problems. Criticism of the editorial's selection for the Pulitzer Prize came mainly from liberals, who chided Chase's piece for shallow, faulty reasoning and poor writing. In defense of the editorial, it might be said that it was a good attempt at providing an understandable analysis of an abstract, complicated problem. Stylistically, though the editorial is punctuated with rather crude phrasing, its satire and its strength of feeling are occasionally effective.
And the article itself:
"Where is Our Money?"
Atlantic (Iowa) News-Telegraph * December 2, 1933
It is announced that at 10 o'clock tonight, Iowa time, William Randolph Hearst, well known publisher, will broadcast an address on the subject which appears at the caption of this article.
The subject is a broad one and permits of many ramifications. Likewise the query is a live one and has been for several years with many people who formerly were in comparative affluence and have found themselves suddenly in a position where money is a scarce article. The whereabouts of the money of the individual is perhaps beside the point in this comment, if we stick to the text, as doubtless Mr. Hearst's broadcast will deal with the whereabouts of the funds of the nation as a whole, rather than the financial plight of the individual citizen; but the subject intrigues one and suggests a line of thought relative to the part of the individual has played himself particularly susceptible to the injuries inflicted by the period of economic distress.
Where is our money? Here in Iowa, if competent statistics are to be believed, during the ultra-prosperous years of the world war period when money flowed like water into the coffers of the farmer and the business man and everyone else, some 200 million dollars of good Iowa money went for stocks, shares in half-mythical concerns which were worth exctly their value as a piece of printed paper. During that period and shortly thereafter a good many hundreds of millions from the middle-west went into the first and second mortgage bonds of apartment hotels and the like, security issued on appraisals inflated to the nth degree. The most of these bonds are now worth just what the stocks we referred to are worth--the value of the paper and the printing contained therein. There is no way of estimating how many hundreds of millions of money the country went up in smoke and vanished in thin air when it suddenly dawned on us that even the most productive land in a section like outs in not worth $300 or $400 an acre. It took only the simplest mathematics to arrive at that conclusion, for even at the prices brought by farm products at their peak, the return on th eland in this section would not pay interest on an investment of $300 or $400 an acres. It can easily be recalled that during that hectic period it was considered a mark of provincialism not to buy a new automobile every year. A lot of fur coats and a lot of diamonds and a lot of expensive clothes for both men and women were indulged in by all classes. The wage earner suddenly awoke to the fact that by buying on the installment plan he could keep up with the Joneses and he not only spend every cent he could get his hands on in many instances, but he pledged the major portion of his wages or salary months ahead to pay for automobiles and other articles which were worn out by the time he had completed the payments.
These are but a few instances, cases in point. One might go on indefinitely telling of the wild orgy of spending and of contracting obligations without thought of the pay day and with little or no thought of the economic soundness of such spending. Then came deflation. We got down to cases. We danced and are still paying the fiddler. Like children we have sought some to blame for our plight and also like children we now seek some magic way to cure our ills and expect the government to provide the cure. The man who contracted debts does not want to pay them just now, because in some instances, he cannot pay them. In every way we have met the crisis which was thrust upon us as though we had nothing to do with producing it. In the proportion that the individual citizen went haywire with extravagance and reckless spending governmental units went on the same kind of an orgy and whooped our taxed 100 per cent in ten years. Bond issues were pyramided by communities with the same disregard of the coming of the pay day which characterized the individual. We built great cathedrals of education, with motion pictures and swimming pools and all sorts of gewgaws and frills. We erected public buildings in many cases entirely beyond possible needs of communities for a hundred years. Just as private enterprise overbuilt in every direction, governmental building activities got out of bounds. The people have to pay the bill. The saturnalia of expenditure created fixed taxes, and taxes have a habit of certainty in good times and bad times alike. With our incomes and our business revenues depleted our tax bill in the main has remained the same. All an echo of the period of extravagance and wild-eyed inflation which brought about our troubles. We were talking about "two cars in every garage and a chicken in every pot," and we made much about the so-called American standard of living, whatever that meant. We insisted that all the various elements of our population should attain that standard, and we instilled into the minds of many people who could not afford it a desire for the things had by others more fortunate in life. Oodles of people who had no more business with an automobile than a wagon with five wheels bought cars. Oodles of people learned to live beyond their means. It began to look as if it would not be long until there would be no one to do the work of the country to which we referred. And we still have the automobiles.
The bottom went out of things. Or it might be more appropriate to say that the top was blown off. Then the people of the United States commenced to take stock. Seeking someone to blame they listened to the fulminations of the politicians who represented the "outs" and who told that the way to cure their ills was to convert the outs to the "ins" and the ins to the outs. This they did, with their usual disregard of essentials and fundamentals. It became a pleasing fiction to attribute our plight to the tariff, and later to our money standard. The people were told that all that was necessary was to reduce the tariff which protects American manufacture and agriculture, and all would be jake. Now they are being told that the way to put money into the hands of those who are penniless, and make it possible for a debtor to pay his obligations and start things moving on a normal basis is to cheapen our money. A lot of other experimental schemes are being worked out by an administration of which the people demand action. We are spending huge sums of money, borrowed for the purpose, in an endeavor to squander ourselves back to prosperity. In the face of the fact that debt is one of the basic causes of our troubles, we are following the theory that incurring more debt would cure us. And in the face of the fact that excessive taxation is another of the causes of our trouble we are laying the groundwork for more of the same, under the delusion that the application of all these methods will relieve us of the trouble which we brought on ourselves, aided and abetted by worldwide economic upheaval.
We are a queer lot, we Americans. We expect whichever party happens to be in charge of the government to so manipulate the handling of public affairs as to afford us a cure for the results of our own folly. We seem to assume that it is possible for us to get well economically by the waving of some magic wand. We think we can force prosperity, and to the majority of the people of the country prosperity means a return to the hectic days preceding the stock market crash of 1929. This theory disregards the fact that those hectic days were created by false and inflated values which in turn were created by a false and inflated philosophy. In the creating of this inflation we disregard all natural laws of economics, so it is natural for us to expect to cure the trouble by the same process. But it cannot be done.
The only way back to solid ground and to a degree of prosperity and well-being commensurate with common sense and economic soundness will be by the application of thrift and hard work and the balancing of the budget of every individual. The old hay-wire days are gone forever. But a large percentage of our population still believes in Santa Claus and good fairies. The cause of the present economic condition of the country in large measure can be ascertained by every citizen by looking in the mirror. Each one of us contributed his share. There is nothing new about all of this. It has been the history of things in the world since the earliest dawn of civilizaion. Particularly has it characterized every postwar period. Humanity never learns. We have not progressed so far in our thinking, after all.
Where is our money? The answer is not difficult. It can be told in one sentence. We spent it.
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