The Hoover Week

With a few old fishing friends President Hoover for the second time this year went to his Virginia mountain camp, quickly caught 20 trout in the Rapidan. After dinner he sat on the porch with Secretary of the Interior Wilbur and Dr. Hubert Work, onetime Republican National Committee Chairman, discussing plans for a Presidential trip in August through the National Parks in the Rocky Mountains. Suggested was the possibility of his making several formal addresses in the West which would strengthen his Administration politically.

Next morning Dr. Work gave political punsters a chance to refer to logrolling when he stepped on an infirm tree bole, was twirled upside down and doused in the cold stream.

P: "A proper and suitable party" was being sought last week by President Hoover to rent his Palo Alto home on a long-term lease.

P: Where the White House now stands was once called "foggy bottom," a malaria-infested swamp. At President Hoover's request, the Senate last week voted him $60,000 to rid the vicinity of mosquitoes.

P: Edward Francis Feely of the District of Columbia was last week appointed by the President to be U. S. Minister to Bolivia.

P: ''The greatest challenge to the ingenuity of journalists is to make these things [science, social advance, civic idealism] as interesting to the public as are the more familiar subjects which apparently must be treated in terms of conflict," declared President Hoover in a message to the University of Missouri's School of Journalism, last week celebrating.

P: "Has the Presidency changed him?" asked Will Irwin, Republican campaign publicist, of his good friend Herbert Hoover in an article in the May American. His answer: "Not that I can see."

P: As custom requires, the first fish caught in the Bangor, Me. salmon pools--this year an 11-lb. grilse--was sent to the White House for presentation to the President. Somehow it got into the kitchen where a zealous chef hacked off its head and tail, was about to cook it for the President's dinner, when at the White House arrived Maine's Congressman Donald Francis Snow. Seizing the fish, Mr. Snow hastily stitched its head back on with a needle and thread, wrapped its tailless end up in a piece of paper, hurried out to the White House posing ground, presented the piscatorial patchwork to the President before a battery of cameras.

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