In Detroit

Last week, Detroiters introduced another new model. It had no balloon tires, no windshield, no horn. It was a mayor not a motor. It was Mayor John Christian Lodge who won office without benefit of one campaign speech, one political promise, one rooster-boost. Wearing a new grey suit and looking not unlike Henry Ford, Mayor Lodge offered his right hand to all-comers. Policemen gripped so hard that Mayor Lodge, wincing but glad, had to give others his left hand. When subordinate city officials were brought forward for formal introduction, Mayor Lodge called them by their first names. He had known them well during his 17 years on the city council (nine years as president). Oldest residents came. Bankers, waiters, children and firemen came. The Mayor's niece came--Mrs. Evangeline Lodge Lindbergh. Detroit congratulated itself as well as its mayor. . . . In the night, 18 fiery crosses were seen. "Utterly absurd, silly and foolish," said Mayor Lodge, implying that he could not help it if the Ku Klux Klan had the Spirit of Me-Too.