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70 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 27,1939 "Looks like we belong to the same club,Dad! MANY a young fellow, still proud of his first smoke, discovers that his favorite brand of tobacco has been his dad's favorite . .. for a third of a century! The same appealing quality in Union Leader, which has held the loyalty of older men so many years, is winning younger men by thousands . . . winning them, as it won their dads, on merit! UNION LEADER There's a sweet clean flavor in the rich hill-grown Kentucky Burley in Union Leader, that makes it a great favorite among both pipe and cigarette smokers. Aged for mellowness, specially processed to remove all bite . . . Union Leader, at 100 a tin, is today's best tobacco buy for son and dad alike ! Get acquainted with the big red tin, today! IHE GREAT AMERICAN SMOKE ST EDORONGLEZ F SCISTS (Continued from Page 7) with him that, but for Jew-administered poison, most of the prominent Aryans who have died in the last ten years would still be living. When Gerald Winrod, of Kansas Fascist fame, addressed a religious gathering in Asheville span) months ago, Pelley—as a fraternal gesture and with an eye to Winrod's prospects as the man on horseback—attended the meeting. "I satisfied myself," said Pelley, "that he wouldn't do." At the conclusion of an entirely 'satisfactory exhibition of rabble-rousing, Winrod had declared that, as a literalist, he was obliged to accept Biblical prophecy. According to Biblical prophecy—as Winrod figured it—there will be, among the saved on the last day, 144,000 Jews. " Winrod can't put that over," said Pelley; "that's too damn many Jews." Democracy he regards as a perversion— accomplished by Jews—of the intentions of the Founding Fathers. "They," said Pelley with a modest gesture, "had no more faith in the mob than I have." But events are moving toward the correction of that error. "The New Deal—the Jew Deal—is the last straw. I get reports. Violence is on the way. When it comes, we'll be ready for it." According to Pelley, his Silver Shirts are organized, on a state-wide basis, in twenty-two states. They are especially strong in the South, the Pacific Northwest and in California. Local organizations are set up as Councils of Safety. Each local council or post has its liaison officer who reports to the state liaison officer, who, in turn, is the contact with Pelley. Figures on membership Pelley refused to disclose. But Pelley's biggest dent is in the publishing and propaganda field. That is sizable and increasing. Just who is financing his present expansion there seems to be no way of knowing. The expansion, however, is obvious. Some three years ago he was reputedly bankrupt. Today, Pelley Publishers, Inc., is producing a weekly and a monthly magazine—both of them extraordinarily good typographical jobs—a constantly increasing flow of pamphlets and an impressive number of full-sized books, printed and bound with almost as good an eye to art as the craftsmen of Elbert Hubbard. Rabble Rousers The demand for Pelley's products seems to be very large. Polley gives a large part of the credit for this to Mr. Roosevelt. The appointment of Felix Frankfurter to the Supreme Court netted, so he said, a doubling of his business. Barney Baruch's recent Washington appearances were also helpful. Whatever the reasons, the results are evident. When I visited his offices he had just moved from the cheap quarters which had served him for some time, into a bank building which he had purchased and was entirely renovating. His plant occupies the entire building. According to Pelley's own figures, it is now turning out 30,000 pieces of literature a day. It appeared to be capable of it. Now, the hatred of "mob rule" which Pelley and his brethren in Fascism assert with such passion, is not exactly unconditional. It depends upon whose mob is ruling. The Silver Shirts are out to start a mass movement. So is every organization in this field. And by the masses these embattled leaders all mean the same thing. They mean those Americans in the lower-intelligence brackets who can be moved by fear, hate and cupidity. They are out, therefore, with fear, hate and cupidity to move that sector of the masses exactly as the technicians of mob rule have moved it from time immemorial. George Deatherage, for example, says that his Knights of the White Camellia is modeled on a post-Civil War organization which served the officers of the Confederacy very much as the Ku Klux Klan served the enlisted men. But he denies that the Knights are an upper-crust fraternity. " We're for Christ and the Constitution," he says, "and you don't have to own anything or know much to be for that." A rifle, he says, is likely to come in handier than an automobile anyway. The debacle is not far off. " Yesterday," he said, "I made a bet that within ninety days the pogrom would be on in New York City. When it does "—he took the pipe out of his mouth and blew a smoke ring at the ceiling—" watch out for my boys." Jill Set to Defend Charleston Compared to his friend Bill Pelley, Deatherage is a giant. He is six feet two, and brawny. His wife belongs to the aristocratic Delano and Glover f • *es, of Dutchess County, New York, and he relates with pride that his wife's mother is a cousin of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. His home is on a hill at St. Albans, West Virginia, above the Kanawha River Valley. He has a fancy for the strategy of the place. Up this valley, so his literature once declared, the Reds will make their march on Charleston twelve miles distant. From his hilltop, Deatherage presumably will direct the city's defenders. How widely the Knights of the White Camellia, are organized, the Grand Commander would not tell me. His publication, The White Knight, was discontinued after the 1936 campaign. Due to the present upsurge of the movement, it may be revived again. Meanwhile, Deatherage serves as one of the distributing agents in the United States, of World Service, the English-language newssheet printed in Germany by the Nazi International. He also is a distributing agent for the literature of various like-minded American organizations. As an individual, Deatherage ranks high among Fascists. Nor does he attempt to conceal his Fascist preferences or the Nazi sources from which he gets them. " Fascism," he has said, "is America's only solution." Deatherage's faith in the mob—his mob, that is—is matched by that of George W. Christians, whose office in Chattanooga is headquarters for at least six organizations. Christians, in person, imagines that he looks like Hitler. He has a pruned mustache and a lock of hair which, on the day of my visit, had to be coaxed before it fell into place athwart his forehead. Like Deatherage, Christians is an engineer. Sunk by the first years of the depression, he bobbed up, apparently no worse for the wear, and with a plan to


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