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Now, and with Pearson writing it alone, over six hundred newspapers print it. On top of that. Drew has an audience of twelve million people for his radio show on Sunday nights — and he makes around $400,000 % year. Somewhere here, I'm sure there's a moral! And that word moral brings me back to what I was about to point out a while back: that my boss is still a Quaker relief worker at heart. I will never forget one hot Spring day last year. Drew and I were in New York, riding in a taxi toward a United Nations meeting at Lake Success. I remember the date too well, because it was the last day of the World Series, with the Yanks and Dodgers tied at three all. I complained, "Drew, why do we have to do all these light pastimes when we could be doing something serious — like going to the ball game?" He was looking through some papers in his briefcase as the taxi moved toward the U.N., and I saw that they were reports on hunger in Europe. He said "Forget the ball game. Dave — when I see these reports, I get furious at the slow way Congress is making up its mind to feed these people." He thought a minute. I saw the beginning of what I call a Quaker Relief Worker gleam in his eye. "Why couldn't the American people get together and help feed Europe themselves?" he said. "UNRRA already thought of that. But it cost so much money to collect the food, they decided it was cheaper to buy it," I contributed. Drew brushed that off as if it were a gnat. "We could start a train of our own — we could begin it on the West Coast and have it go East, picking up food all the way. A friendship train . . ." He broke off sharply, and then yelled, "By God, that's it — the Friendship Train!" And that, my friends, was how the Friendship Train really got started — right in my boss's brain in a taxi outside of New York. Drew flew to Europe to ride the train through France and Italy. In Genoa, Italy, he started something else that swept America — over shortwave, he broadcast to the U.S. suggesting that Americans write letters to Italian friends and relatives urging them to back democracy in the coming elections. And what happened? The New York postmaster reported that letters were finally going over to Italy at the rate of one million a week! Yes, I think you see now what I mean about my boss's Quaker relief worker streak. . . . but also, he never loses his sense of humor. Example: he drives a dark green Buick, vintage 1940. His wife, however, darts around Washington in a baby green 1948 Kaiser. How did she get this snappy car? Well, it seems her husband made a bet with Henry J. Kaiser while they were both aboard that Friendship Train heading for New York. Kaiser was the conductor of the New York Central section of the train, and Drew was conductor of the Pennsylvania section. In Chicago, where the huge train was divided into sections, Drew made the bet. "Bet you my section comes into New York with more cars of food than yours," said he. "Bet you mine has more carloads," said Kaiser. When they came into New York, Drew's train hauled 117 cars to Kaiser's 109. So Drew won a brand-new Kaiser automobile. "If Kaiser had won, I was going to give him a Buick!" grins my boss. His latest Quaker relief worker idea has been little aired in America. It was concerned with Italy. Right after their election last April, he began worrying, "Now I suppose Italy will think we Americans have lost interest in them, unless we can show them we haven't." With which remark he got a solution to the problem. On short-wave radio, he broadcast a contest to Italians in Italy. (This was, by the way, the only short-wave contest in history.) He asked Italians to write essays on "How to Make Democracy Live." H/ELL, 15,000 essays poured in from Italy as a result of the contest — in Italian, of course; so Drew got his friend Generoso Pope, publisher of the largest Italian newspaper in the U.S., to translate the letters. Then he and a picked committee chose the winners. At a dinner this last July 7th at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City the prizes were announced — again by short-wave — to the winners in Italy. If you ask me, I think the prizes were ones Italians (or Americans!) would love: one tractor; 250 wristwatches; 1,200 men's and women's hats; 100 men's suits; 100 pairs of shoes; 100 shirts. Yes, my boss sure has a Quaker streak! But he's also got a farmer's streak. . . . though sometimes I wonder why he has that farm, because he only gets out to it Saturdays. Sunday is like any weekday to him; he works all day long on his column and his broadcast. But Saturday he and Luvie bustle out to Gaithesburg, Maryland, to the 170acre Pearson farm. "Why do I have two pools, when most people have one?" says my boss. "Well, it's because I'm a bug on stopping soil erosion. When I was a young fellow in China I saw what devastation erosion had brought to China; and when I taught economic geography I did a lot of research on erosion. ... so once I saw signs of it on my farm, I had two pools dug to catch the drainage water before it could do any harm." I think that gives you a pretty clear picture of all the Drew Pearsons that are combined in the one man. There's Drew the Quaker relief worker. Then there's Drew the bloodhound, who exposed Senator Bilbo's dream-house and war contract scandals, the Louisiana State Government scandals that wound up imprisoning Governor Richard K. Leche and his gang — and a hundred other big news stories. Then there's Drew the columnist, the broadcaster, the farmer, and the family man. And I work for them all!